#Liz

Yearning To Belong

Did you ever sit alone on a crowded playground or classroom and feel like you don’t belong?That yearning and desire to belong to a group is our human longing to connect. It starts with family, continues in the work place, in social circles, in church. Desire to belong  binds us together as human beings living in this spiritual world.  I have found it takes time to discern what belonging really means, like where I came from since I was adopted, what group in school I was going to hang out with, what work ladder I would climb and prove myself. I can also take myself out of that belonging if it is not good or healthy for me.  The one true connection for me is belonging to God. That innate distinction, once experienced, brings a belonging and a longing that will never go away in my soul. Everything falls into place once I rest in that knowing and feel the security of belonging to God.

by Liz

 

Young Blood

“Oh, those young whipper-snappers,” my Dad would say of the youth buzzing around him. Last week, my youngest son was home for spring break and the house was alive again.  That quick energy of a twenty year old opening the fridge twenty times a day, wearing the hinges off the pantry cupboard, long time friends dropping by throughout the day and night, made my heart sing but it did not make me want to be young again.  Yes, to be young with the energy and stamina would be so nice but the wisdom in this second half of life is God’s gift to me.  I relish in my continual journey of faith and insight as I grew one year older last month.  God gives us these trimesters in our lives to be seasoned and ripened to move to the next unopened door. In the meantime, I will smile, keep working out and stay fully alive as my family grows and I get to witness their trimesters of life.

by Liz

Soul Spirit Love

If we did not have a human body and a human mind and all the egocentric psychological mind games we play out from living in this world, we would simply just have our true God-given soul spirit of love.  I have a vision of each of our spirits swirling around each other lifting, loving, playing, supporting, inviting, singing and being in harmony with one another.  A life full of contentment, love, and fulfillment.  Heaven! Sometimes the limitations of our humanness does not let us be free to let our true inner soul spirit love come out when genuinely inspired.  To break out in dance when you hear music, to sing at the top of your lungs when hearing a song that moves you, to run around in joy because you feel good at that moment, is the true God- given soul spirit love wanting to come out. How would your true soul spirit love come out in you?

by Liz

Open Arms

I took a wrong turn on purpose.  You know, the one that leads to an element of surprise.  I took a hike on an unfamiliar path.  The ground I followed led me to a place of wonder and openness.  I have been open to the unexpected that is right in front of me,  to every gift God has to offer.  I am listening with intention to the voices and words in my world and something really cool is happening.  I am trying new paths to follow.  I am inventing creative ways to express myself.  I am trying new foods and to my surprise, liking them.  I am expanding my arms wide open to bare my vulnerable self to others while allowing God to enter fully in me.  The budding lupine on my new hike reminds me that what I sow today will blossom abundantly.  The wrong turns and the ahi tuna sushi roll awakens me to the invitation to be open each day to what God is offering me.  I like sushi now!

by Liz

Spirit Muscles

A gym workout makes my muscles strong, or at least that is what I try to accomplish when I am there three days a week. There is a different kind of strength that makes up the muscle in my soul. The tending to my spirit when I am at my weakest point builds that muscle of perseverance. Relying on God to see me through the roughest situation or incredible pain seems to build a strength that only I can gain from pure faith and surrendering to it.  When I am overcome by my sadness and pain, I only have one way to go…up!  Offering up the pain, the suffering, the human angst to God releases me from my weakest point to my greatest strength–emptying out all of me so that there is room for the muscles to grow within me. To gain an ounce of perseverance and hope each day is God working through me to build my strength in Him. How I love those spirit muscles!

by Liz

 

Humble Pie

When my kids were young I tried to teach them to be humble and so I told them to take a bite of humble pie and swallow it.  Swallow your pride and arrogance and take a step back to see the insignificance of themselves.  We do not want to judge. We are just like everyone else, none better than another. They didn’t get a clear picture of what I really meant until they got older and started feeding the homeless; the young woman talking to herself as we scooped a portion of food for her; the elderly man with torn jeans and a smile saying thank you three times in a row; the surfer dude on his bicycle always lending a hand to help us clean up.  After each time my kids knew the meaning of humble pie.  They felt a sense of gratitude and service. This Lent, I want to remember that God shines in all the faces that I encounter and I want to humbly serve Him. That is what we are called to do.

by Liz

God Is. . .In the Music

A few artists in my eclectic music repertoire these days are Bruno Mars, Carrie Underwood, Dr. Dre, Aretha Franklin, SoundCloud’s Carmack, Nichole Nordeman, Beyonce, and Bob Marley. Lately, each time I am in the car or at home and my music is on, I turn the volume up -WAY loud– kind of like when I would let my teenager control the music dial. The bass rumbles through my body like a jet plane overhead. The treble rings like a well-tuned piano. The voice harmonies pierce my soul and give me golden goose bumps.  The words seep into my essence as I listen intentionally to each word sung.  I welcome the universal language of music each time I turn up the volume, God’s universal language of the heart and soul. God sings to me in my music and I love His voice that is loud and clear!  

by Liz

God Is. . .In Stillness

There is something sacred and fearful about stillness. The quiet used to scare me and I would fill that void with having to be with someone, talking, doing something or just plain not being alone.  Stillness meant being alone with myself.  Wow!  I am not very interesting, I thought, when I first had to sit with myself. Then God took over. I kept feeling Him in my thoughts. I heard some things within myself that became clearer to me.  Stillness was the balance I was seeking, turning away from.  I experienced the paradox of life, again, running towards what I felt I was missing when what I was missing was right there in front of me (or within me). Stillness is something I welcome now, the quiet thoughts and stream of consciousness that run wild every day; to just be. Stillness is prayer.  Stillness is God within.  Stillness is healing.  Stillness is peace.

 by Liz