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A Mother’s Prayer

 

She woke up today with a heavy heart.

Anxiety pierced her chest.

Slushing through the breakfast routine she wondered why.

Fell asleep reading a book about minors being stolen and trafficked.

Could wreak havoc on even the most hopeful mind.

Studying, learning, praying, demanding some sort of safe haven for these sweet souls bought and sold. Bought and sold. Mercy Lord. Your daughters and sons. Like property.

Her stomach hurts and she considers going back to bed. 

Nagging uncomfortable feeling persists and she remembers more.

Good people she knows looking for son. He’s lost. Find him Lord.

Other mothers that are dear mourn their lost children.

Friends struggle through teaching right and wrong. Boundaries. You are worthy. You are loved.

This too shall pass.

It will be better in the morning.

Except when it’s not.

I was told motherhood is the great equalizer and that is true. You pray for me I’ll pray for you.

It’s all we can do really.

Money, connections, family, friends, education, they don’t guarantee anything.

It’s a rocky road we travel. It’s an unsteady balance beam and we can’t strut here.

We walk tentatively. We focus our gaze.On you Lord.

Light.

Like Peter we lose focus, we look away. We fall. This reminds us to look at you again. We regain balance.

Only you know Lord. And you love us. You love our kids more than we do. Although I can’t imagine.

We read books and we share what we know and we love and we hold and we pray.

We tuck in and we snuggle and we laugh and we do homework and make sandwiches and drive and text and call and do laundry.

We cheer from the stands and we cry in cars alone. We buy things and fix things and anxiously await results.

We teach and we hug and we provide and we pray some more.

Lord, protect my baby.

Stay right there beside him even when he’s six feet tall.

Don’t ever leave her.

Remind him who he is when he forgets.

Love her when I’m not there Lord.

Have his back.

Guard her heart.

I’m sorry for complaining when I was tired or angry or hungry or lonely.

Lord, this gift. This gift.

Thank you. 

 

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Open Doors

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“If you are a dreamer come in
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
A hoper a pray-er a magic-bean-buyer
If you’re a pretender com sit by my fire
For we have some flax golden tales to spin
Come in!
Come in!”
― Shel Silverstein

I have always loved this poem.  To me, it is about open doors, new possibilities, welcoming hospitality, community, and encouragement.  It says you are enough, you are chosen, you are invited, you are wanted.  Come in and share life with me.  It’s going to be fun.

I know Shel Silverstein is not Jesus but I can’t help but think Jesus might say the same thing.  Whoever you are, wherever you’ve been, come sit with me, let’s share stories, let’s do life together…come in!

We moved this past week into our new home.  After months of moving and being in temporary housing, it feels good to settle in and unpack. The picture above is of our new house through the front doors.

I love doors.  They hold such possibility.

From both sides.

Maybe you are the one inside, beckoning others to join you…Come in! Come in!

Maybe you are the one on the outside hoping to be invited, filled with curiosity, glimpsing inside…excited about the possibility of new things.

I feel like I’m on both sides right now.

God is opening this new door and saying, Come in! I’ve got great plans for you. Let’s do this.

I am excited. I feel loved and protected.  I say yes. I step through the door. Another new door.

I trust.

And then I feel I must do some inviting of my own:

Jesus, come into this space and fill it up.  Fill us up. Bless each and every corner of this home with your presence and your grace.  Teach us to be more like you. Laugh with us and be with us as we eat, pray, talk, learn, grow and love.  In our early morning grogginess and in our late night prayers…when the sun sets and rises…in our arguments and disappointments and struggles…in our celebrations and our accomplishments and our dreams coming true. In those moments when we wonder and we doubt and we let fear creep in…be there to remind us and to reassure us and to comfort us.  Show us who we are and what we are living for. Come into the messiness and love us.  Right now. As we are. We are in process and you know it and you love us anyway.  We put our faith and trust in you.

We invite you in.

It is because of you that we can step through new doors with bold confidence and joyous expectation.

You are doing a new thing and we are grateful.

Come in! Come in!

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I hope you can join us for a virtual Bible Study (0ver the phone!) starting February 9th. We will be exploring The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning.  It’s an amazing book filled with so much encouragement! I will be leading the study so if you have any questions about how it works, please email me at suebid@holyyoga.net.  If you want to register, please go to holyyoga.net and then to events and then virtual bible studies.  I would LOVE to study God’s Word with you! 

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It’s a “get to”

I posted this picture on Instagram (@suebidstrup) and Facebook (Great Big YES) yesterday. If you are not following, please do! It’s fun!

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I have been thinking about this picture and how awesome it is that this person is out there trusting, letting the wind carry him.

We don’t have to kite surf.  I’ve never done it. But that doesn’t mean the wind isn’t blowing.

That guy purposefully got on that board, put the kite up and launched off into an experience he didn’t control but with every expectation that it was going to be good. Fun. Exciting.

He doesn’t have to kite surf.  He “gets to”.

We don’t have to walk with God.  We don’t have to read His Word.  We don’t have to trust the Holy Spirit.  We don’t have to do any of that.  It’s a “get to”.

Regardless of what I do, God is still God.

image I’m so grateful I “get to” be on this ride…trusting in Him.  I am grateful that He is near and He doesn’t hide from me.

I picture Him watching me as I relinquish my perceived control and look up into the sun, open my heart and my hands and with my hair flying in the wind, I answer “Yes, Lord, here I am.”

And together, we ride the waves.

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