Glimpses from my Journal – Words

Words are Powerful.
James 3:10

Before even my pages on my God-given identity, God’s purpose for me, and the lies I’m susceptible to, there are three pages of words about words. Three pages of scriptures and quotes that I turn to, review, and pray over regularly.

Words, I found myself praying, Why do they take such a prominent place in my leather journal? God didn’t waste time with his answer. My words make known where my trust rests. My words communicate to others. What do I want them to hear?

So I pray over these scriptures and others regularly asking God, what does it look like to trust them in this situation, on this day?

“Let the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be acceptable in your sight,
O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.”
Psalm 19:14

“Let your speech always be gracious,
seasoned with salt,
so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.”
Colossians 4:6

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue,”
Proverbs 18:21

“May my teaching drop as the rain,
my speech distill as the dew,
like gentle rain upon the tender grass,
and like showers upon the herb.”
Deuteronomy 32:2

These and others have led to this thought …

Wordiness can sometimes be a symptom of not trusting God
to work in the life of another.

The speech area of our brain has a strong influence on the others areas. Martin Schleske puts it this way, “Words steer our process of becoming.” Check out James 3:4 and 5.

So when I think of my words, I ask myself …

Is it true?
Is it kind?
Is it helpful?
Is it necessary?
Have I been invited?
Is this the right time?
Do my words offer grace?
Does it fit the occasion?
Is it meddling?

Is it meddling? Our younger son (married and a dad to four kids) is on the hunt for a new job. He is a pastor. Being in ministry, I often hear of openings. My tendency is to run for my phone and text him. NOT GOOD! God has been whispering, Sue, don’t meddle. Trust me. Trust your son. Offer your words to me.

As a mom, I need to be extra cautious about meddling.

“For good or for bad, words lead us either to the beauty of God’s love or back to the desperate struggle of navigating life without grace.” Diary of a Pastor’s Soul.

Sometimes I’m brave enough to ask, What terms might others use to describe my words? What terms would I want them to use?

I’m being brave. I’m asking.

Do you pray over your words? What scriptures lead your prayers?

“The heart of the righteous ponders how to answer,”
Proverbs 15:28

 

copyright: Sue Tell, May 2022

 

 

 

 

Glimpses From my journal – Reviewing God’s Love

“So we have come to know and to believe
the love God has for us.”
I John 4:16 (bolding mine)

It’s a process. It’s been 22 years of reminders. It is necessary, no essential. It is good!

I start most days with my leather journal open on my lap fed with reminders of God’s love for me. Words of scripture spur my prayer time, for me and for you.

Three of my favorites:

“May the Lord direct your hearts
to the love of God and to the steadfastness of Christ.”
II Thessalonians 3:5

“How great is the love the Father has lavished on us,
that we should be called children of God!
And that is what we are.”
I John 3:1, NIV

Jesus has desires! In his prayer recorded in John 17, Jesus references God’s love for him was before the foundation of the world. And that is true for us too. Check out Ephesians 1:4.

“Father, I desire, that they also whom you have given me,
may be with me where I am,
to see my glory that you have given me
because
you loved me before the foundation of the world.”
John 17:24

When I see God’s glory, I am experiencing his love.
When I’m experiencing God’s love, I’m seeing his glory.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” Hebrews 13:8.

The words of men and women who have walked this journey ahead of me provide courage. A few favorites:

“Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is an illusion.” Brennan Manning

“God did not love us because we are lovable, but because he is love!” From Jack to Joy in Becoming Mrs. Lewis, Patti Callahan

“Words (of God) are sometimes the most effective security systems. The language of love keeps the lies away.” Janet Newberry. I added the parentheses.

God’s love for me, for us, is part of his character.
We are not powerful enough to change his character.
So we don’t need to perform for his love.

These words I penned remind me of the importance of the foundation of God’s love.

God’s love is the springboard,
the beginning,
the basis,
the foundation,
the background of the tapestry,
the resting place for the theme.

When I rest on the foundation of this love,
I relax.
I trust.
I gain perspective.
I am aware.
I keep receiving.
I live expectantly.
There is wisdom.

What does resting on the foundation of God’s love look like for you? How are you responding? Please put your thoughts in the comments. Let’s encourage one another.

One more truth, from the heart of Ann Voskamp.

Copyright: Sue Tell, May 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Unless the Lord builds the house …

Psalm 127 is attributed to Solomon, “the man to whom God gave wisdom and understanding beyond measure.” I Kings 4:29. It’s part of the body of Psalms titled, the Songs of Ascents, words about real people on their journeys of faith. Real people, like us.

“Unless the LORD builds the house,
those who build it labor in vain.”
Psalm 127:1

We started building our house together in 1972. In 1976 and 1977 it expanded greatly. God entrusted us with two boys. We are thankful for both our sons and the men they have become.

Entrusted – a great privilege, a great responsibility. We stumbled into parenthood exited and clueless. What does building our home, building into the lives of these two look like?

We read. We prayed. We cried. We lost sleep.

We took comfort in the wisdom of Dr. Dobson, “If there was one correct way to parent, it would be in the Bible.” It is not.

We continued habits we started before they joined the family, now with expanded applications. “Second verse, same as the first, a little bit louder and a little bit worse.” Do you remember these lyrics from Henry VIII, I Am, originally sung by Herman’s Hermits? The second (and third) verses of our house building (family building) looked much like the first, yes louder, not worse.

Bill and I continued our personal time with God.
The boys came to church with us as infants becoming familiar with church nurseries.
We sought the wisdom of those older and wiser, from books and from people we knew.
We continued our habit of hospitality.
We continued our family vacations each summer, usually camping.
We enfolded the boys into who we were.

We didn’t want our labors raising two boys to be in vain.

“It is in vain that your rise up early and go late to rest,
eating the bread of anxious toil;
for he gives to his beloved sleep.”
Psalm 127:2

True confession – in our silver-haired years, we don’t want vanity to describe us. We no longer stay up for the 10 p.m. news. I cling to Deuteronomy 33:12, “Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him,” (NIV). I am thankful for sleep.

We don’t want anxiety to define us. “The Lord is near. do not be anxious about anything,” Philippians 4:5, and 6 (NIV). We’re human. Anxiety comes uninvited. Recently I was reading a memoir. The author’s adult son died while hiking. Anxiety entered. Both our now adult sons love  hiking. I needed to apply the imperative. I needed to remember the Lord’s nearness.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,
the fruit of the womb a reward.”
Psalm 127:3

A heritage, something that has been gifted to us. Dave and Jeff are gifts to us from God. God is their owner; we stewarded his gift for a season. A reward – not earned, but cherished.

“Like arrows in the hand of a warrior
are the children of one’s youth.”
Psalm 127:4

Dave and Jeff have expanded the target of our arrows. Dave’s hopes is that his work will make a difference in civil rights. Whereas Bill’s and my primary congregation has been the college campus, Jeff’s congregations go from the cradle to the grave.

“Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate.”
Psalm 127:5

We’re blessed by our size 2 quiver.

According to my Bible notes, the gate is the place where justice is administered. When the Lord builds the house, there is no shame, even in the reality of hards.

 

Copyright: Sue Tell, May 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wasting Time or Investing Time

The last two months we’ve been gifted with time to be with all of our GRANDS. In March it was with the older two, now both active teens. We spent lots of time together in the car on the way to or from school or one of their other activities. It was precious talk time.

Last month we enjoyed a week with the younger four. Toddler Leah just turned two. The older three are seven, nine, and twelve. We were amazed at how much each of them had grown. Miniature golf, long stroller walks, little league baseball, and a picnic at the lake all created memories that will last.

It was definitely NOT wasted time. It was time invested in building family relationships, a gift for Bill and me. “Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,” Psalm 127:3.

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Last December, I titled a page in my journal, Remembering Back – Looking Ahead. I filled the page with 2021 memories in the order they came to mind. From visits to vacations. From what I had read to what I had written. From classes I had taken to living out my love of teaching.

I pulled this page full of rememberings into five observations.

1. Keep growing and developing into who God created me to be. Keep writing.
2. Keep times of quiet, and reflection in my time with God.
3. Keep times with family a priority, In person, on Zoom, in prayer.
4. Keep ministering along side Bill to our collegiate staff.
5. Be realistic about our capacity as we live out our calling.

And then I asked myself, How should these memories relate to 2022? What is the wisdom God wants me to apply? These weren’t New Year’s resolutions as much as an understanding of how I want to live out who I am in my silver-haired years.

At close to the half-way point of 2022, how am I doing? It’s been good to review and ponder my reality. Is my time being wasted or invested?

Number 4 needs to be expanded to encompass my heart. I love investing in women who want to grow in their friendship with God ~ that goes beyond women on our collegiate staff. Often that happens over a cup of coffee with friends from church, or with neighbors.

Number 2 needs to be worked on! For several years I’ve started my devotional life with the spiritual discipline of sitting and staring, enjoying God’s creation in the quietness of the morning, allowing God to remind me of his love, and to direct my time with him.

“The LORD your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
Zephaniah 3:17 (bolding mine)

Lately, I’ve found myself jumping into the realities of needed preparations. Am I ready to meet with this friend? Am I ready to connect with my writing coach? Is Echoes of Grace ready for this week? So many things to be ready for! So many things to rob me of quiet, of listening, of experiencing God’s love.

It was good to remember. It was good to review. It is never wasted time to listen for the love of God! It is invested time in what is really important!

“Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise,
making the best use of the time, because the days are evil.”
Ephesians 5:15, 16

 

Copyright: Sue Tell, May 2022

 

 

 

Our Friend Shirley

Shirley Jipping Sneller was welcomed into the presence of our Lord earlier this month, congestive heart failure claiming her life here on earth.

My friendship with Shirley – and Karen’s and Sheri’s – goes back over 50 years. It was one of those friendships that although you don’t often connect (we lived in four different states), when you do, you pick up where you left off. And you are always blessed!

Sheri, Karen, and I all knew Shirley in the context of our involvement with The Navigators, a Christian ministry on campus, during our years at Hope College.

Sheri Grissen

Sheri knew Shirley the longest, having grown up in the same town.  In Sheri’s words …

“Shirley and I grew up in the same small town, Hamilton, Michigan. Although we attended different high schools, we went to the same church.
Shirley and I both got involved with The Navigators during our college years. Shirley was in the nursing program at Hope College.
She was such a joy to be around.
She loved to laugh and her heart showed love toward others.
Her commitment to minister Christ’s love to international students was always inspiring!”

 

Karen’s friendship with Shirley: “I was introduced to Jesus at a Youth for Christ meeting during my sophomore year at Hope College. The stories I knew about Jesus finally made sense. That was a very significant night as it was also the night I met Shirley.

Karen Zeh Baumgardner

Shirley and I became friends. She took me with her to a chapel serving the migrant community on Sunday mornings. Maybe it was there that God planted the seed in both our hearts for international ministry.

I asked for help with my devotional life, and Shirley taught me to ask a few simple questions as I read the scriptures that caused them to come alive for me. Shirley taught me how to share my faith story with others. It was through Shirley’s life that a vision was birthed in my heart of reaching others for Jesus.

After Shirley married, she and her husband came on staff with The Navigators ministering to international students. After I married, for 13 years, my husband pastored a church in a town in Iowa with a large Japanese population. During our time there I taught English classes  for the Japanese ladies using the Bible.

As I write these words, I can see her smile and almost hear her laugh.

I thank God for meeting Shirley and for her influence on my life.”

 

Me, Spring 2021

Shirley and me. I so concur with both Sheri and Karen. As my mind swirls with memories of my friendship with Shirley, I remember the sound of her voice, I almost see her smile, and I hear her laugh.

Hamilton is a brief 10 miles from Holland, Michigan, the home of Hope College. I loved when Shirley invited us out to her parent’s home in the country. As a young Christian, I watched her family closely and always left with new ideas and  new encouragement. Her mom practiced hospitality well and as students we benefited.

The gift of hospitality was passed down to Shirley. She and her husband Dave purposed to invite others into their home for dinner weekly. Bill and I picked up on that habit as well. But it’s been lagging the last few years. Remembering the hospitality I experienced at her parent’s home and learning how Shirley and Dave made hospitality a priority in their marriage has lit the fire under me to re-start that practice in our home.

Just a few years ago, Shirley and I sat across from each other in a coffee shop  wondering out loud why we had been invited to the Navigator senior staff meeting. Really were we that old? We were. The small table against the wall allowed our noses to almost touch as she leaned forward with her first question.

“Sue, how is it having daughter-in-laws?” No small talk. Lets jump into the deep end right away. Bill and I have two delightful daughter-in-laws. I don’t remember the specific circumstance of that moment, but a few tears escaped my eyes.

Shirley was living out her heart for ministry. She was reaching out to me in my real life and she loved me well that day. I breathed more easily and our conversation left me not only encouraged but with a conviction to be more bold with the women God allows me to sit across tables from, sipping coffee, and talking about real life. I will forever remember Shirley’s question.

“Well done, good and faithful servant.
Enter into the joy of your master.”
Matthew 25:21

I’m sure Shirley heard those words as she stepped into heaven earlier this month.

 

Copyright: Sue Tell, April 2022

 

 

 

 

Vulnerability, Victory, Vitality

Cooper Kupp, a wide-receiver for the L.A. Rams, the MVP of Superbowl LVI, and the one who knows his worth is in his relationship with God, said, “I don’t play for the victory, I play from the victory.”

YES! We too get to live from the victory that Jesus won for us that long-ago Easter morning.

“But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus Christ.”
I Corinthians 15:57

I was mad. I complained. I tried to offer my side of the story. I cried. I wanted to fight. It all was so unfair. And it was all in vain. My business acumen didn’t line up with hers. She let me know. She let others know. The hurts multiplied. It was a dark time.

What had been going so well, was turned on its head. I wanted to quit. I wanted to create the victory, not live from the victory. And that was the problem.

“But thanks be to God, who gives us the victory!”

In time, God reminded me of several truths that calmed my raging emotions.
In time, I submitted to the victory Jesus won for me with his resurrection.

Proverbs 3:5 & 6 communicated several of the truths I needed to embrace to experience victory.

Trust in the LordI asked myself, where was I going to allow my trust to rest?
With all your heartSue, don’t just kinda’ trust. Be all in. The process came one small trust at a time.
Do not lean on your own understandingA friend interpreted this as God gives me permission to not understand. My understanding needed to rest not in what I thought was right. My understanding can never be the source of my faith.
In all your waysEven in the hard things, God invites me to concede to his wisdom.
He will make straight your pathsWhat a great promise!

As I sank into the truth of Proverbs 3:5 & 6, God changed my desires. I no longer wanted to prove myself. I no longer wanted to fight. My tears dried. My desire became trust. My relationship with God was more important. The gospel became the battle I wanted to win. I learned …

When my reactions are defined by trusting God,
my desires are refined by God.

The victory was won through vulnerability. This is me. I’m struggling. I’m not there yet.
Vulnerability led to vitality, to transformation, to new life.

Lazarus was a key player as Jesus taught us, “I am the resurrection and the life”. Because of the resurrection, we can live from victory.

Four days after his death, Jesus is visiting his tomb and asks that the stone across the entrance be removed. Then Jesus stands at the door of the tomb and calls Lazarus out. John 11.

Jesus doesn’t go into the tomb to comfort Lazarus.
Jesus doesn’t say you were the victim. You got robbed of life because I didn’t get here in time.
Jesus doesn’t go into the tomb and say, ‘I’m here with you’.

Jesus called Lazarus out. Jesus didn’t spend much time in his own tomb. He doesn’t come into ours. His desire is that we come out of our tombs, be vulnerable, live from the victory he secured, and allow vitality to define us.

Vulnerability >>> Victory >>> Vitality

Because of Easter, we can live from victory. Be reminded of the cost of that victory with this rendition of Leonard Cohen’s, Hallelujah.

 

Copyright: Sue Tell, April 2022

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Easter Abundance

A year ago my neighbor and I spent Good Friday morning at nearby Benet Hill Monastery. We walked quietly along the path surrounding the cross. Easter thoughts, just two days away, filled my mind. On that long ago Friday, Jesus was brought to Golgotha. He was crucified, died, and was buried. Then he was resurrected. The resurrection, I can’t wrap my head around it.

The cross is empty.
The stone is rolled away.
The tomb is empty.
The resurrection happened.

We’re invited to live from the abundant victory the resurrection secured.

“Abundance”. Copyright Andrew Weatherly.

Andrew is my first cousin, once removed. I love his art! “Abundance” started from the picture he snapped of a Butterfly Bush in their back yard. He blew up the snapshot and painted the photograph. Watching the response of the butterflies to the abundant blossoms on their bush caused him to remember the abundance he had experienced in the reality of two years of Covid. He named the painting “Abundance”.

When I first saw his painting*** I called it Butterflies and Blossoms. For me it is a picture of Easter. The beautiful butterflies had come out of their cocoons; transformed from caterpillars to the exquisite beauty of adult butterflies, their metamorphosis complete. Easter, the resurrection offers metamorphosis or transformation to me too.

The blossoms of the lovely perennial Butterfly Bush had also come alive, their roots sending out new growth for the new season. Roots, new growth, keys to transformation.

Abundance has been one of my words this year. God has been abundantly gracious as I’ve been praying over the reality of the resurrection. My thoughts have been churning.

“So we have come to know and to believe
the love that God has for us.”
I John 4:16

“We show what we believe, not by what our mouths say, but by what our hearts seek.” These words from a recent book encouraged. I wanted to know and believe God’s love for me demonstrated in the resurrection. I began to pray daily…

God, please grow my knowing.
Help me to press on in trust, press on in faith,
press on in knowing you.
May the power of your resurrection be my testimony,
my knowing.
God, please grow my knowing. Amen.

God began to abundantly answer.

Besides bringing my attention to certain scriptures, I heard God’s whisper, Sue, if you could wrap your head around the resurrection, your God is too small!

“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly,
than all we ask or think,
according to the power at word within us,”
Ephesians 3:20 (italics mine)

I’ve begun signing my correspondence, FMA (Far More Abundantly). I need the reminder of our resurrected Lord who is working in far more abundant ways to continually transform me.

ABUNDANT EASTER BLESSINGS TO YOU!

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message copyright: Sue Tell, April 2022

I have said these things – Experience Peace!

                                                                       Thank you Larry Lorimor.

The Bible records in much detail the happenings, the prayers, the emotions of the people the week between Jesus entering Jerusalem on a donkey (a symbol of peace) on Palm Sunday and seven days later on Resurrection Sunday ushering in real peace.

John 16 records Jesus’ continued conversation with the 11 after  their final dinner  together  the night before he endures the agony of the cross. His words to the 11 disciples are also words to us.

“I have said all these thing to you …”

These words or something very similar appear 19 times in John 16.  Repetition highlights importance. John 16 begins and ends with these words.

“I have said all these thing to you
to keep you from falling away.”
John 16:1

Erika and I were looking at the scriptures and thinking about life circumstances together over a cups of steaming coffee. How I need friends to keep me from falling away from truth, from God.

Deuteronomy 33:3 encouraged us both. God loves his people; God keeps his people in his hand. The result – they heard God’s directions and followed in his steps. We shifted our thinking to the new testament and Ephesians 1:11 and 12. Those directions are according to God’s purpose  so that we might be people who bring praise to God.

We agreed, we don’t want to be women who fall away. We want to be women who bring praise to God.

“I have said these thing to you,
that when their hour comes you may remember
that I told them to you.”
John 16:4

How many times have I told you …? Those words from my Mom to me as a child still ring in my adult ears. I have a good forget-er! And the same question coming more gently from my husband, Sue remember …?

No, I don’t remember! Over 100 times in the scriptures I’m admonished to remember. And here Jesus is asking his followers to remember that there is going to be hard times and he will no longer be physically with them to protect them.

Remembering truth is a prescription for those times we all experience.

“But because I have said these things to you,
sorrow has filled your heart.
Nevertheless, I tell you the truth:
it is to your advantage that I go away,”
John 16:6 and 7

That raises many questions until I keep reading. Jesus is going away but he is sending the Helper, the Holy Spirit.

Not only do we have the truth of the scriptures for guidance; we have the Holy Spirit to interpret the scriptures for us.

My friend was sharing a personal story about how she was responding to another in her life. My antenna went up. But how could I respond to her in love? “Let your speech always be gracious; seasoned with salt.” Colossians 4:6. Knowing that truth, I prayed; the Holy Spirit whispered. I needed the truth; I needed the truth interpreted.

“I still have many things to say to you,
but you cannot bear them now.”
John 16:12

God knows me well. God knows what I can bear. When C.S. Lewis was confronting God with his sadness, his confusion, his grief over the death of his wife, the Holy Spirit gently whispered, peace child; you don’t understand. But you will. In Lewis’s words he said he experienced the compassionate gaze of God. That’s what I want more than understanding, to experience the compassionate gaze of God often whispered by the Holy Spirit.

I have said these things to you in figures of speech.

I will tell you plainly about the Father.”
John 16:25

There is so much I don’t understand. Post resurrection, there is still much I don’t understand. But I’m following the confidence of C.S. Lewis and anticipating the compassionate gaze of God.

“I have said these things to you,
that in me you may have peace.
In the world you will have tribulation.
But take heart; I have overcome the world.”
John 16:33

We recently were staying with our teen-aged Grands for several days. With their greater freedom, I was nervous. Several friends faithfully prayed for me. God graciously said yes. Even with their activities that could have led to heart palpitations, I experienced peace. God overcame my fears.

God has overcome the world. We can know peace, often peace that goes beyond our finite minds. Philippians 4:7.

His purpose is in verse 1, his desire is to keep his followers — the 11 + us — from falling away is fleshed out in the rest of his words. He tells us to remember. He introduces the Holy Spirit. He shares hard things. His end-game is peace.

“I have said these things to you,
that in me you may have peace.”
John 16:33

“for the Father himself loves you,”
John 16:27

Copyright: Sue Tell, April 2022

 

 

 

Rest, To What End? A Bonus Guest Post

Rosalyn Boydell

You’ve come to appreciate Ros’ Scottish wisdom (and spelling). 🙂 This post shares more thoughts on rest; and how restorative rest revitalizes and leads to connections. You will be blessed!

This morning I find myself in my happy place, dyeing material, at the kitchen sink. It is a rest day for us, and the house is calm. One of the girls is with me in the room, content to be absorbed in her own activity while I stand with my own thoughts, stirring a little cauldron of colour. I’m attempting to transform a cream coloured herringbone cotton tape into a vibrant teal.

One of the joys of the last two years, where our leisure time has been so frequently restricted, has been the space to consider rest. With all regular activities paused, there has been opportunity for innovation. Rest, fun, distraction weren’t going to be handed to any of us on a plate: if we wanted it, we had to find it ourselves.

But before we get into all that, let’s go back to the kitchen for a moment where the initial stages of dyeing fabric are in full swing. The concoction of powders has dissolved, now the water needs agitating for a good wee while to ensure an even colour.

Then will follow a soaking, rinsing, drying, and ta da the fabric will be ready to be enjoyed.

As I type, I’m not sure whether the colour achieved will be what I have in mind, but that is almost besides the point. For this is a process-oriented task, not a goal-oriented one. The joy is in the mixing and the watching. Witnessing the astounding feat of these tiny particles of colour, exerting their dominance over the defenceless material, irrevocably stained.

So much of life seems to be striving towards a goal, ticking something off a list, getting on to the next thing. To match our fast-paced lives, we then seek fast-paced entertainment, instant thrills, and in the midst of all that, simple pleasures are oft overlooked.

During those long lockdown-ed weekends of last year, there was a dearth of external amusement. There was nothing, socially, happening, all shops and cinemas were closed. The hills were open, as usual, but in the home, even with copious amounts of screen-viewing, we found ourselves living differently. I began to have a sense of the difference between certain types of leisure activities; those that bring relief and those that bring restoration.

Recreation that brings relief offers momentary respite from the strain. My go-to in this regard is to lose myself in something like a nordic-noir thriller series. Or gin, perhaps. Sometimes it’s the mindless scrolling or following internet rabbit-holes.

Recreation that brings restoration offers something deeper. It offers a revival of sorts to a tired, overwrought soul. An example for me of this is some creative pursuit, such as today’s dyeing of fabric, or being outside.

My bedraggled self often craves the escapism that relief rest brings. I want to absent myself from the often-challenging reality of life, to see the door marked EXIT and walk straight through it. But I learned during those lockdown-ed months that relief rest only achieves that, relief: it’s temporary, and like a drug, you’re always left craving more.

Engaging in activities that bring restoration, though, in someway bolsters or revitalises. When the pursuit has ended, there is a certain sense of equanimity at returning to every-day tasks and people, rather than resistance.

It often requires more effort to pursue a rest that restores, perhaps that’s why it’s not always my first instinct. Relief-rest seems the less demanding option, but often leaves the metallic after-taste of disconnection. I long to disconnect from whatever tensions and strains I’m experiencing, but pursuing that can come with a cost: disconnection from all sorts of other, good, things (people, my own inner-life, God).

Restorative rest, in contrast, leads to connection.

Take for example, today’s endeavour. In standing at the sink, massaging the tape as it relents to the colouration, I witness before my very eyes the creation of something new. I’m taking something dull and adding pizazz. I have to use my intuition to gauge the tone, mixing three different powders. For those moments, I’m a creative genius, in my laboratory, partaking in an experiment. Even writing about it excites me. Creativity excites me, because I’m creative, and made in the image of the Great Creator. I feel connected to a part of me that is so quickly laid to one side as the to-do list dictates other priorities. But today, on our rest, Sabbath, day, I remember that I’m not a slave to productivity – I can play, in a sense, at this sink, on this Saturday morning. What joy.

When we wander the hills, either alone or with others, we connect in wonder with that same Great Creator. When we play a game or laugh with others, we’re connecting. We’re resting, but in these pursuits we’re building connections all over the place, internally, inter-personally, divinely. We’re consolidating our connections, strengthening ourselves for the return to the fray.

Of course, we’re not conscious of any of this at the time – we’re just doing whatever we’re doing – but this is what’s going on under the surface.

As with many things, the places we go for relief aren’t always bad. Netflix isn’t evil, and gin is surely a gift to be enjoyed. But the question remains: what am I hoping my rest will achieve? A temporary reprieve, or something fuller, richer, better than that? And to whom am I looking to find it?

There are times when relief is needed, sometimes we just need to slump. But if we only pursue relief, we miss out on so much. And perhaps this is the conclusion to it all; for all of our life, including our leisure, to be submitted to the true Rest-Bringer. He alone can lead us to quiet waters of connection and provide balm for our soul.

The fabric tape has been soaking as I type. It’s a pretty colour, although not what I was expecting. The colour I was going for is actually now the shade of two of my fingers, where somehow the dye got into the gloves. A reminder for me to carry around for the next few days, of joy in simple restorative pleasure, pure gift from heaven above.

My Ark – Listening, Trust, and Rest

Trust, the hinge between Listening and Rest.

I was weary … weariness stemming from busyness that was physically and emotionally taxing. In my spiritual life an opportunity more than ever to apply what I’ve been learning about rest and resiliency this year. It felt like diving into deep water.

 

“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden,
and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me,
for I am gentle and lowly in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.
For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
Matthew 11:28-30 (italics mine)

This scripture is a life-line. As I’m learning to trust its truth, I’m experiencing rest because

Listening and Trust and Rest are first cousins!
Trust – the hinge between Listening & Rest!

As building my ark (a safe haven for rest) continues, I’m learning that listening to God Leads to trusting God which leads to experiencing rest.

  • Noah demonstrated that for me in the words recorded in Genesis.  Noah walked with God (Genesis 6:9); Noah found favor with God (Genesis 6:8); Noah listened to God and obeyed (trusted) (Genesis 6:22, 7:5); Noah experienced God’s faithfulness (Genesis 8:1); Noah worshiped God (Genesis 8:20). Noah lived out his name, the one who brings relief or rest (Genesis 5:29).

I want to be like Noah,
a woman who walks with God,
listens to God,
obeys (trusts) God,
worships God,
and experiences God’s faithfulness and rest.

Trusting the truth of Matthew 11:28-30 is the diving board for me, the key to living as Noah and experiencing rest.

Here are a few of the lessons that are leading me to rest.

  1. Rest is an invitation. Jesus invites me to come to him in the midst of my weariness. He asks me to learn from him … not learn of him or about him. Jesus is able to rest in the midst of the storms of his life. When I learn from that, I can respond to (trust in) his invitation for rest is for me too in the midst of the storms of my life.
  2. Circumstances don’t invite me to rest; circumstances invite me to trust which leads to rest. When life is especially hard I begin to pray, God, your yoke doesn’t seem easy or light at the moment, it seems HEAVY. But I want to trust that what you are allowing as I walk with you is light. So will you take the heavy and leave me with the easy and light. Amen.
  3. Rest is a choice. Alex Soojung-Kim Pang, a Silicon valley strategist says, “You have to resist the lure of busyness, make time for rest, take it seriously, and protect it from a world that is intent on stealing it.” His words seem true to me. In the midst of our travels there were times when I had the opportunity to trust that rest was important and to opt out of certain good activities and choose rest. One afternoon in North Carolina, I slipped out from the conference to wander through the shops of Black Mountain. For me that was so restful. (And I even purchased a couple of Christmas gifts.)
  4. Trusting Ephesians 2:4-6, I have been affirmed in my spiritual practice of sitting and staring. “But God … made us alive … raised us up … seated us with him …” It is very restful for me to start each morning with a cup of coffee, sitting in my favorite comfy chair, and enjoy God’s creation outside my windows. Or, if the weather co-operates, sitting outside on our deck. The quietness of this time leads me naturally to listen for his voice. It is good. After several days of sitting on airplanes, sitting in meetings, or even sitting with friends enjoying a good meal, sitting with God leads to rest.
  5. To rest is to practice humility. I won’t respond in trust to Jesus’ invitation or Noah’s example, unless humility leads the way. I was challenged with Hannah Anderson’s words in her book, Humble Roots, “As long as we refuse to accept our pride is the source of our unrest, we will continue to wither on the vine.” And, “When Jesus calls us to take his yoke, when he invites us to find rest through submission … He is calling us to safety.” (chapter 2)

Rest flows from Trust. Trust flows from Listening. Listening, trust and rest are first cousins; trust is the hinge.

Thinking through these questions from Matthew 11:28-30 has led me to trust and to rest.

Where are my places of heavy laden-ness today?
Do I want rest in those places?
What would it look like to respond to Jesus’ invitation to come to him today?
How can I learn from him today?
Do I believe that he is gentle and humble? How does that relate to me?
Am I willing to give him those things that are heavy and trust him with his light burden for me?

” … in returning and rest you shall be saved;
in quietness and in trust shall be your strength.”
Isaiah 30:15

Building my ark of rest has been a several year journey and I suspect God will continue to teach me.  You can follow this journey by reading through these past blogs:
https://suetell.com/reflecting-on-the-gallop/

My Ark

My Ark, An Update

Copyright: Sue Tell, March 2022