simplicity

Sometimes I long for a simpler life. I listen to lyrics from country music songs and wish that my life was as trouble-free as the lives sung about out on the porch… soaking up sunsets and sipping sweet tea. Even as I sat down to write this blog entry I confess that my mind spun a million miles an hour. Planning… analyzing… thinking ahead… thinking behind. It took a solid couple minutes to slow down my mind enough to think about what I would write       in     this     present      moment.     Simplicity. Why does the thought of something so simple seem to relentlessly and unknowingly slip through our fingers?

Chances are you are either reading this as a woman or someone who has been close to a woman before. And I, as a woman, can tell you something I know to be true about ‘our kind’ across the board. We analyze everything. Even in the midst of having a conversation, sipping coffee, and wondering where that lady across Starbucks got her cute boots, we are puzzling together each word, tone, facial expression and emotion being conveyed by the person across from us. And even though analyzing has earned itself awards from the world’s best thinkers, caused breakthroughs in areas of Psychology, and has even brought together Billy Crystal and Robert De Niro in a pretty funny movie- I believe it can rob us of a life lived in liberating simplicity.

Austin and I have been married close to 16 months. And sadly, I don’t think there has been a more frequent victim of my over-analyzing than this man. Are we communicating enough? Am I challenging him? Is he challenging me? What does it mean when he speaks in that tone? Etc. Etc. To be sure, these questions are great ones to ask in any relationship. But do these analytical tangents keep me from enjoying my husband? Do they keep me from noticing the potential of each moment that I’m with him? And if I’m honest, the answer is yes and maybe… just maybe… it’s time to simplify my marriage.

A life lived simply not only allows us to uncover the purified joy found in the present, it gradually removes us from being swallowed up by our own mind. Too often I find myself consumed in Kristin’s problem-solving mode. I do my best to conquer issues that come up today, plan for issues that will come up tomorrow, and strategically side-step issues ahead in the coming months. Before I know it, my thoughts are bouncing around like a million rubber balls in an enclosed racquetball room- leaving me overwhelmed and with no racquet to fight them off.

That’s when it hits me (like a rubber ball in the face.) I long for a simpler life because that’s where God is. He created me with a simple purpose: To bask in His presence and invite others to experience it with me. So without over-analyzing the good news of this life found in Christ, I invite you today to bask with me. Simplify your life. Enjoy your relationships. And there you will find the God that will never over-analyze you waiting out on the porch with a sweet tea and open arms. 

time well spent

I just read an article by Anne Lamott about time: finding it, guarding it, and using it purposefully. I am considering this article divine intervention, because I so needed to read it! I know I am not the only person struggling to find the balance between time with God, time with friends, time with work, time at the gym, time for every other thing I have to get done, and just me time. It seems as though we have too much of time when we just want it to pass and not nearly enough of it when we could use more. Why is it like this? Why are we perpetually looking for balance in our time and constantly feeling like we are still missing it?

For me, it has come down to something pretty simple: I have made my life about me and not about Jesus.

The “me” life looks like this: I have to wake up super early to get to the gym so that I feel somewhat ok about my figure; I have to work like a mad woman so that I can keep my head above water financially, and, oh yeah, impress everyone with what that masters degree got me; I have to keep my apartment really clean so anyone who stops by doesn’t think any less of me; I have to do this, this, and that for this reason and this reason and that reason. My days revolve around the things I want and have decided I really need, and also the perception I want others to have of me (for the record, there are 16 versions of myself in the above paragraph: me, my or I… which is entirely too much me).

The life that is “about Jesus” looks so wonderfully different: I wake up early and feel overwhelmingly blessed to have a healthy, moving, functioning body—and grateful that after 10 left knee surgeries God so graciously grants me the ability to walk every day and be a good steward of this body I’ve been given, a temple for the Holy Spirit to dwell in. I work because I have been blessed with gifts, talents and opportunities; I do my jobs like God is my boss, because, well, ultimately He is; treating people with respect and understanding, listening well and offering what I can to the situation; and it becomes my pleasure to serve in the industries that also happen to write me a check at the end of every month. I take care of the home I have been blessed with because I want it to be a place that anyone, including me, feels comfortable in; so that laughter and fellowship happen around a table and over a meal that we are so privileged to be eating; so that discussions about things that matter happen in my small living room; so that people are cared for and prayed for in a safe place; so that Jesus himself would want to dwell in the walls He has given me to dwell in. Everything changes when life becomes about Jesus… everything.

Jesus brings a radically new perspective to life. All of a sudden, the things I am desperately looking to find time for either happen naturally or become unimportant. Work is a blessing and can also be glorifying to God; health is blessing and one component of equipping me to serve Jesus with enthusiasm and energy; my home is blessing and not in any way, shape or form a burden; the people in my life are blessings and not check boxes on a to-do list; the more Jesus increases, the more I decrease, and the easier it all gets. When I allow grace and the relentless love of God to be the motivating force of my life, the shape of my time feels freer, more balanced, even more fun.

As I sit at my computer at my favorite Starbucks writing these words, I can’t help but think about how much I treasure this… this time to write, to think on paper, to put together the puzzle pieces of what I am learning in my own life to share with others, to move slowly through the work of articulating something even worth sharing, and all the while sipping my favorite drink in the world (Grande iced coffee with sugar free vanilla and a little bit of half and half- perfection in a cup). I love the hours spent here, and I have yet to walk away thinking of them as wasted- and that’s likely because I am focused so much on what God wants from me during this time. Truly, anytime I intentionally invite God along to anything I am doing, the time never feels wasted.

I realize how cliché the thoughts on time can be: that minutes become days, days become weeks, weeks become months then years, and that all adds up to your life. But when each of those things- minutes, days, weeks, months, and years- become all about Jesus and less about me, time is irrelevant: it is simply there for me do what God wants me to do while I can.

Better is one day in your courts, Lord, than a thousand days elsewhere…

The life that is all, and I mean all, about Jesus… that is time well spent.

selah

I’ve committed this year to read through the entire Bible in chronological order. I’m into the history of it all. Dates, years, knowing what else was happening in the world while Jesus lived (cue the nerd glasses.)  It's an uphill mountain I’m recognizing- especially after Austin asked when exactly I’d reach the first words of the New Testament? Mid September. Ouch. Needless to say, I’m rolling deep in the Old for well over half the year.

 

Despite the richness of theology and lessons dripping from the ancient words of Genesis, I’ve skipped ahead a few times to some of my favorite words ever to be written or recorded. Those are the words of the Psalms. Psalms of heartfelt emotion, ranging from bottomless sorrows to triumphant victories that paint with such perfection the journey we’re all on.

Among my favorite words in the Psalms are a few hidden treasures so drenched with wisdom and subtlety that upon encounter I long to know more of their beautiful purpose.

Selah

Kristin’s dumbed-down, non-seminary definition of this word goes a little something like this: take a minute to dwell, reflect, and be in awe of the words you just read, the Spirit that just moved, and the love so radically unmatched that is available as your free gift today.

Selah.

Stop. Pause. Don’t try to comprehend. Don’t be anxious to get to the next verse. Stop. Notice. And fill up your cup with silence.

There are so many things. So many duties, responsibilities, callings, goals, and plans. We play a game of Battleship in our minds. Strategically moving our ship in over-complicated plans, trying at all costs to avoid the unavoidable circumstances that don’t go our way and eventually sink our joy.  But each moment that we’re alive today has the potential to be captured in liberating simplicity. 

Selah.

In a world that so relentlessly wears me down with its achievement ladders and obsession with productivity, I am drawn like a wounded soldier to the healing hope of being still. So the next time I find myself reading a Psalm and the gentle, italicized reminder shows up on the page… I’ll allow my mind to release and reside in the GREATNESS of God, the insignificance of me, and the incomprehensible truth that He deems me significant enough to live in that greatness.

mentors

During college at Arizona State I spent a few hours a week volunteering at church. For the most part my job was helping Suzan Brown, the administrative assistant for the college ministry I attended, with whatever work she would not have time to finish; but over the months that I spent there, Suzan became to me much more than the woman who I worked for. Without any intentional asking on my part, Suzan became my mentor. She would take me out to lunch every few weeks, and over our Dilly’s Deli sandwiches she helped me sort out the complexities of my single-twenty-year-old life: “How far is too far in a relationship?” “What qualifies as ‘unequally yoked’?” “How did you know what you wanted to do after college?” “How did you get through the hard stuff?” Suzan had this way of answering my questions without answering them—you know how really wise people just ask you another question that makes you think of the answer to your original question—that always happened when I talked to Suzan. She gracefully taught me more in that season of my life than any other person: that boundaries are ok; that you will not have time for a deep relationship with everyone in your life so you need to pray about pouring yourself fully into a small group of people; that you cannot make judgments about another person because as much as you think you know what they are going through, you don’t; that life will be hard but God will always be good. I have not talked to Suzan in years, but I will forever be grateful that she was a big part of my life for that season.

When I moved to Pennsylvania, I met Kim Sublett. She was the wife of the youth pastor at my church, and I originally met her at youth group staff meetings that took place at her kitchen table. And just like with Suzan, without ever intentionally saying, “I’d like you to mentor me, Kim,” she just became that figure in my life. We started by meeting for coffee whenever both of our schedules allowed it, mostly to talk about youth group stuff and the young teenage girls I was mentoring; but by my last year in grad school, we had the routine down—every Wednesday morning, Starbucks on Garner in State College, same table, same corner, talking about our own lives. Kim was never afraid to be real, whether that meant calling me out or feeling my hurt with me. And during a few month stretch when I felt total confusion in my own life, Kim said to me, “Katie, this is hard. But you have to know that Stacy (Kim’s husband) and I are going to be here to protect you.” Wow. In all of my tears and all of my bewilderment I did not even realize until she offered it that I would need people to protect me, to stand up for me, to speak the truth to me when I was not going to hear it on my own. Just the assurance that I would not be alone gave me peace, and with that peace I finally had new ears to hear God through all the noise I was letting into my life. Kim is the busy mom of five children— two of whom she and Stacy recently adopted—and with the distance between us and hectic schedules we don’t have as much time to talk as we’d like to, but I will forever be grateful that she was a big part of my life for that season.

A few months ago, I was sitting with my friend, Emily, talking about mentors. Emily is a new mom, devoting every ounce of energy she has to her family and trying her best to be the godly wife and mother she is called to be. As we talked about how hard it is to “find” a mentor, Emily said something I will never forget about being a mom: “Sometimes I feel like I don’t really know what I’m doing. I just want someone who has been there to tell me it is going to be ok.” And I think that is what we ALL feel. Whether you are a new mom, a single woman waiting for the right man, a newlywed trying to navigate the first year of marriage, a mom with a child who has walked away from the Lord, a wife who just lost her husband to divorce or death… no matter where we are in life, if we have never been there before we don’t really know what we are doing, and I think everyone wants, and needs, someone to tell us, “It is going to be ok.”

As a mid-twenties girl, getting ready to be a wife soon and thinking about marriage counseling, careers, kids and all the other things life will bring, this is what I am longing for someone who has already been there to tell me:

You won’t always be self-conscious about your looks; one day you will grow to love your body for all it does for you and stop hating it because it will never model bikinis in Paris.

You will disappoint your husband, your kids, your friends and many other people in your life, but they will forgive you. The only people you want to stick around in your life are the ones who will stick around even when they realize you’re not perfect.

You won’t always care so much what other people think; as you get older and grow closer to your Savior, the opinions around you really do start to matter much less and you will stop catering your life to the standards of others.

You will find your way in this world, because you have a God who cares much too deeply about details to forget about you.

You will be ok. The tomb is still empty and nothing else in this life will ever be bigger than that.

I hope I have told the young women in my life the things they have needed to hear during the seasons of their life that they really needed to hear them. And I hope I meet another Suzan or Kim during this season of my life to encourage me with the things I need to hear.

And I hope wherever you are when you read this, you pray for a young woman to have coffee with. Because we need it. We are desperate for what you have to tell us. And we will forever be grateful that you were a part of our lives for a season.

weakness

It’s 2011. It’s new. It’s polished. It’s still so shiny. The new year brings some of us a burst of anticipation for what’s to come. It brings others the giant relief that the past year is, well, the past. And for some of us it brings new commitment, motivation, and drive to be the person we want to be… doing the things we want to do… driving the car we want to drive into the fairy tale sunset of ‘the land of could be.’ What could be: If we only got stronger, tried harder, woke earlier, ate healthier, or accomplished faster. What could be?

As I thought and thought about what I would resolve to do in 2011, I compiled a list in my head of mindless mumbo jumbo that would surely make me more put together in the year to come. As the list grew I realized I was entering the new year already defeated and even a bit behind schedule.

Then it hit me.  The years in my life that I had grown, matured and flourished the most were not the years that the pieces of my life fell perfectly into place like a Tetris game. They were my weakest, most vulnerable times. Days of open wounds, beaten dreams, and injured pride generated the most intense growth spurts. (That’s actually why I’m so tall.)

So what if in 2011, I resolved to be weaker? Hear me out for a second. God promises us that it is only when we are weak that His matchless power can be perfected in us. So in other words, the power it took to part seas, heal the sick, and rise from the dead is accessible to ME- but only when I realize how completely frail and incapable I truly am to face this world alone.

This may seem completely unlikely and perhaps even impossible because of how much weakness has been driven into us as a bad thing. We study the weaknesses of opponents- hoping to expose their inabilities to give us victory, in the midst of an interview we always will give a longer list of strengths than weakness because, well, we actually want the job,  and when it comes to our short comings and moments of complete vulnerability- we hide- in great fear that if someone were to discover our genuine powerlessness we’d be sunk. 

But here’s the thing- Jesus doesn’t sink. He actually prefers to walk on water. And I am living proof that hardest, most testing times allow me to see his movement more clearly. Like a spiritual windshield coated with the dust of trying too hard, eventually the storm comes and washes away layers of false perfection to reveal my true self and a clear perspective on who God is. And in a strange way, I long for those moments. I long to try less so I can see more of God. And I long to acknowledge my weakness so I can have more strength than the veiny guy at the gym.  

I am so weak. And will continue to be this whole year. It may be the easiest resolution to keep! But I resolve to acknowledge that weakness, time and time again to ensure I can face this year as my strongest self- with the unthinkable and untouchable power of God within me.

2 Corinthians 12:9-10 says:

“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”