I know God has to be saying, finally, he gets is. He gets that I haven't had near as much interest in changing the situations in his life as I've had in changing him.
Because that is a truth about my life that God fully knows. I've spent a lot of my life in challenging situations because I mistakenly thought the situation was the challenge and not me. God, when are you going to deliver that promotion so my job won't suck so much? God, when are you going to help me move from this town so I can live in a place that will make me feel better about where I live? God, when are you going to improve my financial situation so I don't have to worry as much? God, when are you going to fix those people in this relationship so this person won't be so miserable in it anymore? I've spent a lot of my life wondering when God was going to fix the things in my life instead of being open to the possibility that God was using those things to change me. We miss those opportunities; we remain closed to the possibility that those challenging things are here to promote change in our lives when we spend all of our time running from those things. Or running to the next thing that sounds and feels better than the last things. We miss a lot of opportunities to change when we believe life is about our circumstance and not the person we become as a result of them. It makes a world of difference when you start living your days asking yourself who am I becoming and not what am I making of my life. I like to imagine that when I meet God face to face, he is going to ask me, WHO are you and not WHAT are you. What are you begs for details about what you made of the circumstances in your life, who are you begs you to recognize and give praise for all that God made of you through your circumstances. I know God wants me to make something of my life, but if it is at the expense of not letting it make something of me than God probably thinks I'm missing the point. And I did. For a long time. But today I am constantly open to becoming who God desires me to be. Today I am much more open to exploring the challenging circumstances in my life for the possibility that God wants those challenges to shape me. Today, I am open to far more exploring than running. Because I know God isn't trying to change IT as much as he's trying to change ME. I know God, it's about time. I am thankful that who you are is a patient God. That alone has made a world of difference in both me AND my circumstances. Thank you.
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I spent some time last night pondering why birthdays feel so good to me on Facebook. I get it. Everything about Facebook is designed to influence the neurotransmitters that flood me with feel-good chemicals.
But it does feel like a bigger flood on my birthday. Maybe it's volume. Certainly, more people engage with me online on my birthday than they do most other days. But this feels bigger than volume. It feels deeper than the water. It feels more real. Maybe that's reaching, trying to make the virtual world feel more real than virtual. Maybe it speaks to my inner longing for connectedness and community. But that's really the feeling that comes with each of those birthday greetings. Community and connectedness. Maybe it's because we all have birthdays. When someone says happy birthday, I know they have a personal frame of reference for their greeting. There is some emotion in them tied to their birthdays that equips them to connect to some emotion in me that comes with mine. There's also this notion of being seen. When someone says happy birthday, they know something very significant about me. I was born this day. And to have so many people seeing and knowing the same personal thing about me, and celebrating it, all at the same time, that's an intense shot of feeling seen. I think that's a big part of it. You can spend a lot of time online and have a lot of people see you without you ever feeling seen. I did feel seen on my birthday. Not the seen that comes with attention, but the seen that comes with being known. So, thank you for reaching out. Reaching out with everything ranging from a simple happy birthday greeting to beautiful words of encouragement. It all played a role in a day full of connection. And feeling known. I know social media and other forms of electronic communication can be good and/or evil, depending on the hearts and minds of the users. I appreciate all who made all of it such a good thing in my life yesterday. I'm truly grateful for the lovely hearts and minds in my life. I don't think the virtual world will ever make a great substitute for hearing the words happy birthday while enveloped inside a warm birthday hug. But maybe the virtual world isn't supposed to be a substitute. Maybe it's the delicious icing on the relational chocolate birthday cake. And at the same time, maybe it's a sweet reminder to never give up on the cake. Either way, thank you all. Thank you for making it a truly special start to another year. 4/27/2024 0 Comments Where do i go from here?I turn 60 today. I find myself asking, where do I go from here?
I ask that not because I'm turning 60. I ask it because I ask that of most days now, and indeed, of many situations in general. I ran my first marathon several years ago. I think that was the start of that question: where do I go from here? At the finish line of that race I determined I hadn't finished something, but rather, I was at the starting line of my next challenge. So, at the start of each new day now, I challenge myself, where do I go from here? Or, sometimes, caught up in my emotions, whether I'm happy or sad, if I'm glad or angry or lonely, or if I'm feeling particularly victorious or defeated, I try to ask myself, where do I go from here? If I feel any distance growing in my relationship with my boys, I ask, where do I go from here? If I am feeling the momentum from a particular article I've written or talk I've given, I find myself asking, where do I go from here? Where do I go from here? It's a powerful question. It acknowledges no matter how high or how low a moment or a circumstance or a period of time gets, it's only a starting place, never the end. It acknowledges I do have some say-so in where I go from here if I'll simply stop and acknowledge my say-so. That question is a reminder that life is never something we settle into, but rather an ongoing invitation to us each and every day to embrace her with new love and life and determination. I turn 60 today and I find myself asking, where do I go from here? That's nothing short of a miraculous shift in my life given that I crawled into my 50s far more prone to ask, where will you be taking me from here, life? The song, Say I Won't, by MercyMe, became a theme song of the latter years of my 50s. There are lyrics in the song that proclaim: I'm gonna run No, I'm gonna fly I'm gonna know what it means to live And not just be alive The world's gonna hear 'Cause I'm gonna shout And I will be dancing when circumstances drown the music out Say I won't It's poetic, really, that I took up running in my 50s. It would be easy for me to think, I really want to keep running into my 60s. But the reality is, no, I don't wanna run. I'm gonna fly. I have discovered what it means to live and that's exactly what I intend to keep doing. So I'm gonna fly. Because that's exactly what you can do once you start asking, where do I go from here? You ask it and realize the answer to that question is far more in your control than you used to realize. So, I encourage you, no matter how old you turn today, or no matter how up or down you might feel today, stop and ask yourself, where do I go from here? Ask it and be grateful in knowing that if you have the freedom to ask that question, you have some say-so in the answer. And life is inviting you into that answer. Where do I go from here? Don't ever stop asking. This is the last day of the 6th decade of my life. I've written a couple of thousand articles this decade, so it would only be appropriate to share the longest today (this forever renders long post warnings understatements).
It is also in many ways the most meaningful. Because of its length it's not well edited; I apologize in advance to anyone who reads this. It's in many ways a decade dump - one that felt pretty necessary as I prepare to begin the most beautiful decade of my life. **** This is it. The last day of the sixth decade of my life. I’m looking forward to this next decade. I haven’t always said that about the next decade; maybe I never have. Certainly, there have been a few decades I was ready to get to as a means of escaping the decade I was in. That’s not the case here, though. I’m excited. My life is much more embracing than escaping these days. Oh, some days “I embrace” looks and feels more joyful than other days. But still, I am embracing. I’ve come to believe embracing is the opposite of escaping. Escaping is pain; embracing is healing. Healing began for me in this sixth decade of life. After five decades of hurting, along comes the healing. In 2016, I was 52 years old. I sat in a presentation at a conference I had to attend for my job. A man presented on the connection between adverse childhood experiences (ACEs) and long-term health and wellness, to include the risk for addictions. I had never heard of ACEs. I stood out in the hallway immediately after that presentation. Dazed. ACEs coming at me from all corners of my life. I know today I was standing in the middle of an unsettling shift in my life. Like an earthquake. I was in one moment being violently haunted by my past, and at the same time, as if stuck in a rip current, drug kicking and screaming into a more hopeful future. I didn’t know it in that moment, I could have never articulated it then, but an internal wrestling match had begun, one that would make me ultimately choose: past or future; death or life. You see, healing ultimately is a choice, but one you don’t begin to make until a moment pulls the curtain back on five decades of pain. It’s possible to live life in deep pain and not know you are in pain. I have written several chapters of the book of my life. Maybe this article will ultimately serve as a suitable alternative to that book. For many reasons I’ve struggled to write that book. I don’t know. But it’s title up until this moment has always been: “It’s Hard to Outrun the Monster in Your Life When You Are the Monster.” What that presentation put me on a path of understanding was that the abuses inflicted upon me in my childhood, and the abuses I inflicted upon others in my childhood, they became source material for a monster story I would tell for most of my life. It’s a story I would tell myself every day and at the same time a story I would hide from everyone else. Which in a way lets that monster become a disease. Because the longer we tell ourselves monster stories, the longer the monster eats away at us, the more likely it is you disappear and the monster is all that remains. At least in the monster’s mind. Monster stories tend to intensify when no one talks about them. When they become stories lost in one’s body and soul, protected by secrecy and stigma. When they become buried beneath guilt and shame. Some things disappear in life when you bury them, monster stories grow. I always wondered, how was it when, not yet a teen, that I fell in love with the feeling of alcohol. How was it as a teen that I was drawn to experimenting with various pills in the pill bottles I’d find in medicine cabinets marked anti-depressant. I didn’t even know what depression was back then. I do now. How was it that at such a young age I’d become obsessed with people liking me. I craved popularity. I needed it. How was it that there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t say or do to fill that need? There was no lie I wouldn’t tell, no person I wouldn’t pretend to be. No alcohol or pills I wouldn’t steal and share. There was nothing I couldn’t be talked into doing if the reward was being liked. How does that happen at such a young age? Those are all shameful and guilt-ridden questions you ask yourself until you begin to understand that all of those things are something one turns to to hide from the monster. They are who one becomes to forget that he IS the monster. That day, that presentation, that term: ACEs - it put me on a path of understanding and for the first time deeply wondering if it could be true, could it possibly be true that I am NOT a monster? After all these years, decades, is it possible that I have unnecessarily been hiding in plain sight? Hiding a monster that didn’t exist. In 2016, several months after sitting in that presentation, I ran my first marathon. I didn’t see that coming any more than I saw that first ACEs presentation coming. On the surface, these would not seem to be experiences that are connected in any way, a marathon and a behavioral health presentation, but I can look back now and see that they most certainly were in my life. Maybe even divinely coordinated. In running, and especially when you are a SLOW runner training for the most challenging physical endeavor you’ve ever taken on, you spend a lot of time out on the road and a lot of time alone. It’s just you and your thoughts. At the heart of this ACEs work is an invitation to start connecting the dots of your past. (It’s why I’m currently fascinated by and obsessed with the show This Is Us). ACEs invites you to understand that the brain patterns of our lives are largely formed in our childhoods (85% of them before the age of 3), and without major rewiring, those patterns tag along with us for the rest of our lives. Friends or monsters, they tag along. Out there running, mile after mile and hour after hour, I was coming to grips with the one pattern that was tagging along with me no matter where I went or what decade I was entering. That pattern: relationships were scary. Steven Porges, a distinguished researcher, says that trauma can shift our patterns of connection into patterns of protection. Porges suggests that after experiencing trauma, individuals might be more likely to interpret ambiguous or neutral signals as threats, activating protective responses rather than open and connective ones. This can lead to challenges in forming and maintaining relationships. The result, people may become more isolated and less engaged socially. Bingo. I loved being liked, and I didn’t mind being around people, as long as I could protect myself from ever being known. Because the closer you get to being known the more at risk you become of someone walking into the bedroom of your life and discovering the monster. Out there running, I began to understand this relationship pattern of my life: Long for relationship, begin relationship, run as fast as I could from relationship the moment I suspected someone might be close to discovering the monster. Over and over, three full decades of my life, that was my pattern. I am out there running, and it occurs to me, I’ve been married 17 years, what changed? How was it that that at the age of 35 years old I was able to overcome the relationship patterns of my life and enter one of the most intimate types of relationships in life. And the answer was, I hadn’t overcome that pattern. Turns out marriage can be a great place to hide a monster. You can get so wrapped up in living out the image of a marriage – house, cars, kids, family gatherings – you can get so invested in portraying the perception of marriage that it becomes a perfect place to hide the reality of you. You get so busy, you get so determined to appear happy that no one ever bothers to ask, are you wrestling with any monsters in your life. I’ve come to know there are a lot of marriages that are far more perception than reality. There are a lot of families that are far more perception than reality. Hiding can be protective and even comforting until you come to realize you don’t want to hide anymore. You’ve been introduced to the possibility you’re not a monster after all, but you’ve spent five decades of your life believing that’s the case. For the first time, you really want to tell your monster story to someone else. You want them to hear it and assure you the man you heard was right, your experiences don’t make you a monster. But you can’t tell that story to anyone else. There is no one else. You come to discover the relationships you’ve invested the most time holding together in your life are relationships that have been tearing you apart. Not a purposeful tearing, but when you’re the one being torn it doesn’t really matter if it’s purposeful or not. When you’re the one who is coming to grips with the reality that what I need most in life right now is someone who can receive my secrets, and the people you want to share them with most have been complicit in or enabling of the secret keeping, you are torn apart. That is not a blaming or a finger pointing, it is simply a cry from the broken. When you want to scream “I am not a monster” and you are tortured by the reality you can’t scream loud enough for anyone to hear it, that is not an accusation, it’s a cry from the broken. It is a resentment of the relationship pattern that is tagging along that has helped you create a pattern of no one to hear you when you most want to be heard. The monster wants it to be an accusation. The monster wants you to lash out at the world upon this discovery. The monster wants you to villainize and fall into victimhood. And I confess, I lived much of my life complying with the demands of this monster. But you know, since that presentation in 2016, I have talked to thousands of people about the impacts of adverse childhood experiences. Today, eight years later, it’s in those conversations where I feel safer than I ever have. It’s there where I’ve discovered new patterns tagging along with my life. I have shared with some perfect strangers far more about the monsters of my life than I have with the people who on paper should have been the recipients of that sharing. But sharing isn’t a function of the relationship on paper. Sharing doesn’t know this is your wife or these are your parents or this is your pastor or this is your therapist. Sharing doesn’t honor titles and hierarchies or medical degrees and certifications. Because our bodies, our nervous systems, our emotions, they are not privy to the titles and qualifications of the relationships in our lives, they are only obsessed with feeling safe inside them. Actually, no, they are not obsessed, they absolutely demand that we feel safe before we will ever consider sharing our monster stories with anyone but the monster himself. Our nervous systems don’t grant us permission to talk about the hardest experiences in our lives, the things that haunt us, shame us, guilt us, they don’t grant permission based on WHO we are talking to, they do so based on how safe we feel inside the conversations with them. When you begin to feel safety with strangers, when you begin to see and feel your most vulnerable self come out of hiding in their midst, when you begin to discover the real you who has been living in the shadows of a monster your whole life, you grow resentful that you are living in the shadows of the relationships you spend the most time in. And sometimes that is when you become the most destructive monster of all. I apologized to someone recently. The person I’m most sorry for hurting in this journey. The journey of running from my monster to then becoming the monster to ultimately discovering I’m not a monster at all. And I said in that apology: I never knew how to heal. Not heal myself. Not heal a relationship. I had known how to experience love, I had just never had any idea how to DO love. I had experienced a lot of relationships in my life, but never ever had I learned how to heal or repair one in a bad spot. Which in the end, was at the heart of our demise. I’ve come to know in these vulnerable conversations with communities, THAT is at the heart of our general demise as a society. We in many ways know how to love, we deeply long to love, we just have no idea how to repair love when it is broken. Unrepaired love often quickly migrates into unquieted resentment. And there does come a day when the damage to repair is well beyond the desire or energy to do so. When you can no longer feel any signs of a connection, the conversation about repairing a connection seems far more once upon a time than an act of love. When you have a relationship built on hiding who you are, repairing it often starts with acknowledging we are complete strangers. Folks on the outside looking in might believe that’s just a part of the healing process. Those inside the process might feel like having some hint of who the other is is a pretty important element of that process. At the finish line of that first marathon, I often say I didn’t feel this sensation of “I did it” – instead, I found myself far more wondering, what else am I capable of? In 2018, I pressed into that wonder. I signed up to run a 35-mile trail race in Dalton, Georgia. It was a longer distance than I’d ever run, and it was WAY more climbing than anything I’d ever climbed. It was by far the grandest challenge ever to my comfort zone. And maybe as not much of a surprise to me, I didn’t finish it. In 2019, I took my first trip to Honduras. Talk about another step way outside my comfort zone. While there, I found myself standing in the courtyard of a small building in a remote village. Young kids were lining up, smiling, anxious to get a new pair of shoes. But leaning on a fence that wrapped around this courtyard was a group of older teenage boys. I saw darkness in their eyes. Not a mean dark, but a lost dark. I felt ill for a moment. I couldn’t explain it but I felt it. Maybe it was the first time I was fully aware that the emotions we feel in a moment can be emotions that have nothing to do with that moment at all, but emotions living in you, in some part of your body, from some dark place in your past. Maybe they are not your emotions; they are your monster’s emotions. I remember coming home from work one day and snapping at my two young boys for playing with an older neighbor boy. It was hardly the first time they’d played together. I told them, I don’t ever want to see you playing with him again. They were confused. It’s the one time I vividly remember my boys looking at me like I was a, well, a monster. This neighbor boy was a good kid. He didn’t deserve monster treatment. Sometimes we judge people in our current life through the emotions of experiences in our past life. Boys playing with your kids aren’t the boys who played with you the kid. That is one thing that makes repair hard; not knowing that what you’re really trying to repair is your past and not your present. You are hiding from the villain in front of you who is only a villain because they remind you of the villains of your past. In 2020, in the heart of a pandemic, shortly after a conversation that confirmed my marriage was over, in the middle of more days than I care to remember since that trip to Honduras when I wanted to call it quits on life, I went back to Georgia. I went back to repair something I broke in many ways back in 2018. The morning of the 35-mile race, I texted my dear friend and Georgia Jewel race director Jenny. I told her, I can’t do it. I can’t do this today. She told me to get to the starting line. She told me she believed in me. It was Jenny who 13 hours later was standing there waiting for me at the finish line of that 35-mile race, offering me one of the most meaningful hugs of my life. For 13 hours I wrestled with the story of my life. All I had hidden from. All I had denied. All I had destroyed. All of the patterns and addictions that had come to thrive and grow and take over my life deep within the fertile soil of secrecy. In that moment, in that hug, Jenny might have been holding the realest version of me anyone had ever held. It is a hug I will never forget. Many folks applauded my physical accomplishment that day, but few will ever understand the emotional mountain I climbed that day. I climbed to exhaustion with just enough energy left to whisper, I am not a monster. It’s amazing how my running journey has paralleled this healing journey I’ve been on the past decade. How it has helped expose the vulnerabilities in me, unveiled secrets tightly kept within me, shown me my potential, taught me that life is never over, and that repair is never beyond our reach when our hearts desire is repair. It's been a journey that started with me running from life and now that has me running full steam ahead toward life. I told someone the other day that turning 60 is the first number that has ever sounded truly old. Which is why I’m caught completely off guard by how exciting it is to hit that number. Hope is powerful, you know. Or at least I’ve come to know it. Hope can untangle life and connect the dots. Hope can reveal monsters and then just as quickly kill them off. Hope is the friendly mirror that slips in and replaces the one that has haunted you for decades. Hope says let me introduce you to the real you. I am grateful for every moment of the last six decades. Without NEEDING to heal I would have never LEARNED to heal and without ever learning to heal I would have never been in the position I’m in today to HELP OTHERS heal. A passion that has both become my mission and my identify. Monsters are no longer my identity. I have said that there are certainly many steps along the way of this hurting and healing journey that God was not beside me applauding. But God has ALWAYS been beside me. When your relational pattern is one of being afraid of relationships, the relationship that comes to scare you the most is your relationship with God. But when you truly begin to heal, feeling God’s presence becomes the peace that soothes any fear you’ve ever had of him. In feeling as alone as you’ve ever felt you come to discover you’ve never been alone at all. I’ve come to know that’s because that was behind God’s design of human relationships. He intended them to be the peace that soothes any fear we ever had. He intended them to feel like togetherness. God has said, I didn’t give you a spirit of fear, I gave you love. Nothing unravels love or prevents love or makes us forget love like a spirt of fear. I know that is true because of my two sons. Every moment I am not with my two sons, I miss them. And missing people is not something that has come easy to me. But I always miss my boys. I’ve come to know this decade that missing and love and all the beautiful feelings and emotions that come from connection are indeed a product of the connection, of fearlessness, not the names in or the nature of a relationship. There are a lot of relationships being held together out there out of a sense of obligation; the grand prize for doing so is a pat on the back for obedience. But the reality is, the grand prize of connection and relationship was designed to be fearlessness. It was supposed to be safety and love. But when relationships aren’t built on those foundations those prizes are never experienced. One year ago today, I was back in Honduras. I was standing in a small school yard looking at all the beautiful people. There were no dark faces. No mysterious ill feelings inside. It was a beautiful feeling to know that the monsters were all gone. Not just that, but that there were never any monsters at all. They were simply stories. Stories I told myself. Oh they try to show up now and again, but I simply say to them, you are a story I no longer tell. The me who went to Honduras in 2019 thought he was going there to heal others, the me who went in 2023 actually was. The me who turned 50 nearly ten years ago had decades of unhealthy patterns tagging along. Tomorrow, I will turn 60, and I know many of those patterns will be left behind. Many of them with this article. It has not been an easy decade by any stretch of the imagination. I suppose there are many on the outside looking in upon it thinking, he sure went through one hell of a midlife crisis. When people say that I think maybe they put too much blame on the midlife while withholding curiosity and compassion and empathy toward the crisis. Many times, that crisis has very little to do with middle age and everything to do with early age. Many times that crisis wasn’t as much crisis as it was healing. As I begin this new decade, I am not healed. And neither are you. I suppose that’s my biggest takeaway from this past decade. That one big secret to a content life is not finding a magical place called healed but to invest in the magical process of daily healing. For many of you, that will start with discovering you are not your monster stories. If that is already you, if you already know that, then chances are that’s because you have people in your life you’ve shared those stories with. People who responded by treating you like a beautiful human and not a monster. That is my commitment this next decade. To doing everything in my power to help people come to know they are not their monster stories. Because that is where hope begins. And it is hope that untangles life and connects the dots. It is hope that reveals monsters and then just as quickly kills them off. It is hope that slips in and replaces the mirror that haunts us with the mirror that smiles upon us. Smiles and says, let me introduce you to the real you. I think you’ll like him. Smiles and says, you may not be repaired, but you know how to repair now. Oh, what a beautiful way to start a new decade. I am grateful for all who have joined in my healing journey, and to the degree that journey has aided your own healing, I thank God for that. For ultimately it is God who has coordinated this healing journey called life. It is God who has said you were created in my image and not the image you create of any monsters. Thank you for never leaving God. Thank you for your image. What is evil?
Evil is the arch-nemesis of beauty. Evil survives and spreads on knowing much better than us the power and unstoppable force of beauty. We sometimes forget the power that beauty has in forever altering the world. Evil never forgets that, though. Not ever. It pummels us in cruel and ugly ways to distract us away from creating beauty, and to create doubt in us that there is much significance in beauty at all. Because we are beauty's creators. We are its momentum. Destroy our belief in beauty and beauty in the world is ultimately destroyed. One of the most beautiful things about beauty is once we believe in it and continue to pour it into the world it never comes back. It just keeps going. And growing. Like a beautiful song. We must remember that. That once we have sung our song of beauty into the world the beauty lives on in those who have heard it. Once we've sung it, the hearts of the world become one giant thank you note. We must read that note often. And be reminded that there is no greater offering each and every day than beauty. We must never be dissuaded from singing. Or writing. Or planting. Or loving. When we throw beauty into the world the world catches it as if receiving a long-lost friend. And it forever treasures it. Evil doesn't want us to believe this is so. But in spite of evil, we must. We must believe. We must keep singing. Beauty is this world's long-lost friend. We forever hold the power to reunite them. I asked AI this morning, what is crowdsourcing?
AI said, crowdsourcing is a method of solving problems by tapping into the collective knowledge, skills, or resources of a large group of people, typically through the internet. Maybe crowdsourcing isn't a bad idea. That is, unless we're bad at picking the right collective. Then it's a really bad idea. The problem with crowdsourcing, many times, is we already have a solution in mind when we go looking for our collective. We aren't looking for a collective to help us come up with a solution, we're looking for one to support the solution we've already come up with. Seth Godin says, "The hallmark of a curious person with goodwill is that they’re eager to change their minds." I think I'd repurpose that great quote to say, the hallmark of a good crowdsourcer is they are eager to find a collective that might change their mind. I know many of the challenges I've faced in life have come as a result of me charging ahead according to my own will. To fuel my charging, I've often surrounded myself with people who would support that will. A crowd who would encourage my charging. I have followed paths that purposely circumvented people who might suggest I was on the wrong path. In my mind, not because they might tell me I was wrong, but because I was absolutely certain that THEY were wrong. When we are always certain our way is right, it's exceedingly easy to pick out the people who are wrong. I had a friend share with me recently that she is having a hard time knowing what path God wants her to take. I told her I've come to discover God is never really good at telling me what path I should take, but he's very good at letting me feel unsupported in certain paths I want to take. You know how I have come to know that? The quickest way I've come to identify I am on a path God might not support me in taking? I know it because I'll go talk to people who will support my path and not my God who might challenge it. I am far more eager to find people who will support my solution than talking to a God I know might try to change my mind. I am asking all the right questions in my life, I am just crowdsourcing with the wrong collective. We live in a day and age where it's possible to find support for every solution and path we come up with in life. You look hard enough, you'll find the answer you long to hear. That makes it more challenging in many ways to live out a great secret to a more fulfilling life: being eager to find people who might actually change our minds. I no longer believe in right or wrong paths as much as I believe in right or wrong guidance. I no longer believe in right or wrong answers as much as I believe in rolling through life with right answers we cultivate from the right source. I think it's a beautiful thing that we get to crowdsource, we simply need to be very cautious about the kind of source that crowd turns out to be. 4/22/2024 0 Comments Gratitude, The Difference Between The Beauty We'll Preserve And The Beauty We Won'tI wrote these words yesterday morning:
"Maybe that's the ultimate power of gratitude. Maybe it exposes beauty in the world that would forever go unknown without gratitude." Sometimes my writing is me reflecting in real-time. Typing away the thought that pour uncontrollably into me. Sometimes my writing is words pouring into me that I'll reflect on much deeper for some time to come. Yesterday was the latter. I was fishing with Ian, standing on the side of the lake. It was cold and dreary and what some might call an ugly day. As I stood there staring out over the grey water, I found myself wondering, is this a beautiful lake? Standing here, right now, in the midst of all that could be felt as gloom, is this a beautiful lake? And all I kept hearing, a voice of sorts, was if you see it as so, then it is so. A lake by definition is not beautiful. I can't find a definition anywhere that will describe it that way. Maybe beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. And without beholders, can anything ever really become beautiful? (As I write those words, God is reminding me my word for 2024 is behold). I had a conversation with a dear friend about gratitude last week. A conversation that undoubtedly shoved me down this path of deeper reflection on the power of gratitude. But I said, I think it's developing this capacity to be grateful for the seemingly small things in life, or the things that feel harder to be grateful for, that ultimately makes gratitude a powerful character trait in our lives. Because in many ways, I'm coming to believe the world is a blank canvas. Beauty is the vision we paint upon that canvas. It's the story we write about all that we behold. Is gratitude the paint brush and the pen? And so I ask myself again, is this a beautiful lake? I've come to believe that's not the right question. The right question is, am I grateful for this lake? For this moment to be standing next to it with my kid? Do I have the power to see and feel and write a beautiful story on the surface of these waters? Yes, this is most assuredly a beautiful lake. Today is Earth Day. A day I didn't know was coming in the heart of my reflecting yesterday, but something I now know was preparing me to respond to this celebration. Preparing me to respond to the question, do we have a beautiful earth? I would answer that I've been blessed to see so much that I am grateful for on this earth, so yes, indeed it is beautiful. I do long to see more spaces that I can see and write beauty into. I long to do more of my part finding ways to ensure every generation to come has the chance to see and write their own beautiful stories. Gratitude, the difference between the beauty we see and the beauty we don't. And gratitude, the difference between the beauty we'll preserve and the beauty we won't. Happy Earth Day all. What a beautiful earth it is!! Earlier this week, Max Homa was sitting in a Chick Fil A drive through getting ready to pay for his meal. That's when the server informed him a lady in the car one row over had already paid for it.
Was she completely unaware that this was Max Homa, the golfer who'd just finished third and won a cool million bucks at last weekend's Masters golf tournament? I'm pretty sure he could afford his own spicy chicken sandwich combo. Well, it turns out she was very aware of who he was and what he'd done. Homa is her young son's favorite golfer, and she wanted to pay for his meal to thank him. It can seem like such a meaningless transaction. Or on the other hand, outrageous maybe - a seemingly ordinary mama shelling out 15 bucks to pay for an uber famous golfer's lunch at Chick Fil A. But I think it's much more than that. Gratitude takes titles out of the equation. Gratitude takes the size and means of the gratitude extended out of the equation. Gratitude is simply a human to human expression, or a human to God expression, or just quite simply a human expression, that says I notice you and what you have done, and it means something to me. Max Homa, you mean something to my kid, and I need you to know that means something to me. In response to the act of kindness, Homa said he still has to pinch himself when people show him such kindness because he plays the game of golf. To this mom, it was much more than that. To this mom, it was a golfer having a beautiful influence on her child's life. And as a dad, I have felt that overwhelming need to say thank you to people for that kind of influence on my own boys' lives. Gratitude was her way of saying we aren't in different worlds. You aren't of the golf world and I'm not of the parenting world, we are of the same world. Gratitude bridges worlds in a beautiful way. It's the loveliest kind of invitation to look into one another's worlds. Gratitude looks beneath the surface of what someone or something is, and looks deeper into the beauty they add to our lives. Gratitude is the way we express the beauty we've discovered. So many people are contributing beauty to the world in ways they don't know. Gratitude is our way of helping them know it. Maybe that's the ultimate power of gratitude. Maybe it exposes beauty in the world that would forever go unknown without gratitude. If so, it makes gratitude not only a good idea, but pretty necessary to the mission of making the world a more beautiful place. And it can start in places as simple as the Chick Fil A drive through. I myself think that's a fine place to start 😊. It can be frustrating, feeling like I don't have what I need to go where I need to go. I've discovered that frustration often comes from me thinking I need to go places I really don't need to go.
I've said many prayers in which I've asked God to provide me a way to go where I've decided I need to go. When often, the most powerful prayer is to ask God where he wants me to go with what I already have. We are often good at asking God for what we need to get where we need to go without ever stopping to ask God, where do I need to go? That often creates a great conflict of interest. When where I think I need to go and where God needs me to go are not in great alignment, we will often feel greatly unprovided for. I have to confess, it's in that great conflict of interest that I have turned away from God at times in my life. When you feel unprovided for you can get to feeling like the provider doesn't hear you. Or worse, that the provider hears you and is ignoring you, that the provider hears you and is ignoring you because the provider doesn't care for you. I have deeply committed the last few years to have prayers that ask God to show me more than they ask God to give to me. It has not been easy. There are still many days I feel like I am lacking, but still, most days I feel like I'm going in the right direction. Yesterday, I went to my mailbox. I realized I hadn't been there this week. As I sorted through the stack of mail, a stack that is almost always junk mail, I found myself holding a hand addressed envelope. Hand addressed envelopes are always mysterious yet exciting these days. When in my excitement I opened it, I discovered a check. It was payment for speaking at an event I'd forgotten I was getting paid for speaking at. I can't overstate how timely this check was. Timely for two reasons. One, it eased a burden a bit. Two, and most important, it was a very clear affirmation from God that if I will keep asking for his guidance, he will keep providing in ways I don't ask for and certainly don't see coming. God is a great provider. He always has been. It's just sometimes we forget that what he provides best, what he wants to provide most, is guidance. God knows the best path for us. It's when we forget to ask God about that path or follow it that we feel most forgotten. If you feel like you don't have what you need to get where you need to go today, consider the possibility that you don't need to go where you think you do. And then consider asking God for an alternative path. Turning our prayers from prayers of provision to prayers of guidance; it can make all the difference in the world. There are moments my life doesn't feel so praise worthy. But that is always a feeling; it is never a fact.
Praise worthy is a perspective, one I often need to find and not one that usually comes looking for me. God doesn't come knocking at my door begging me to notice him, but oh how he completely loves me showing up at his door declaring to the heavens just how much I notice him. That's what I have to do sometimes to shift the way I feel or to put myself on better footing. I have to go to God's door and simply declare that I notice him. Declare that I am so grateful for him. I told a colleague yesterday that life has been sluggish the last couple of weeks since returning from my spring break week with the boys. Sluggish, in that I find myself wishing we were still hiking the mountain trails together. Sluggish, in that I wish I was still watching my boy catch his first trout. Sluggish, in that I know those moments are quickly fading away. And real talk, sluggish in all the emotions that come with knowing the number of those fading moments I've missed the last several years. But sluggish is a feeling; God's door is a place. And when I show up at that door and praise him for the mere gift of my two sons, when I praise him for the beauty of the mountains we explored together that week, when I praise him for friends who open the doors of their home to us and make trips like that possible, when I praise him, the air changes. Our feelings and emotions and our sluggishness, they are the air. We have a lot more control over this air than we think. This air is not like the weather; it is predictable and changeable. If you are ever wondering where God is, simply praise him. You will then suddenly be at his door. And chances are, that will feel a lot better than the place you were before you got there. Life is praise worthy or life is not. Neither is ever a fact but both are always a choice. Thank you for that choice, God. That is indeed praise worthy. |
Robert "Keith" CartwrightI am a friend of God, a dad, a runner who never wins, but is always searching for beauty in the race. Archives
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