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Thoughts on Grace, Life, Faith, Women, and Peacemaking
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Ten Practical Ways to Love and Serve Your Wife
Really appreciated Challies' links to this today:Brian Croft: Ten Practical Ways to Love and Serve Your Wife It encouraged me to appreciate all that Fred does to love and serve me, and also challenged me to think:What are the ten most practical ways that I can love and serve my husband?
Interrupting the Shame Cycle
Thanks to the generosity of my sister in funding the trip, my mom and stepdad are in town for a week-long visit. It's so great to have them here---the girls are absolutely in grandparent heaven:

And we're all enjoying the chance to visit and catch-up in person.
But in addition to the good times, my mom and I have been tempted to slip back into a really unpleasant relational cycle. It looks something like this:1. My mom feels like she's "not good enough." That we're unhappy with her in some way. That she doesn't measure up.
2. She says something self-deprecating that implies I'm being critical of her. (Which, by the way, in my teens and twenties would have been true---I was a total Proud Jerk Christian who did judge her and did criticize her.)
3. I get defensive and impatient because OF COURSE I want to be all gospel-focused and gospel-infused and only ever communicate love and grace and acceptance; and I want her to KNOW that I'm all accepting and loving and grace-filled.
4. I feel like I'm "not good enough." That my mom is unhappy with me in some way. That I don't measure up.
5. Spin. Rinse. Repeat cycle. Or not.
Yes, the great thing about sanctification is that we really do grow! And within MINUTES of our interacting, I already started to SEE this pattern so then I could talk about it with God and Fred. And Fred could pray for me and encourage me. AND I could (gently, carefully) broach the topic with my mom. She was very responsive and we both communicated our desire to INTERRUPT this shame cycle.
Yes, "Shame Interrupted." I'm totally using Ed Welch's words yet again. But I really have been making meals and driving to-from the hotel/hotel pool THINKING and PRAYING about how God's grace interrupts the shame cycle. We don't have to be stuck forever in these relational patterns. God really does "lift the pain of worthlessness and rejection." Just like the title of Dr. Welch's latest book says:Shame Interrupted: How God Lifts the Pain of Worthlessness and Rejection So ... we're off again. Swimsuited, goggle-y, adorable little girls. A happy and grateful, but tired mom. And hopefully---a grace-experiencing grandma.
Hope your day is a blessed one!
Your friend,
Tara B.
Visual Theology - The One Anothering Verses of Holy Scripture
Are you following the visual theology posts of Challies.com? I am and I absolutely love them.
Today's visual theology was particularly beautiful. I immediately forwarded it on to my pastors, elder, and husband as a thank you for not only calling us all to live out the one-another verses in Scripture, but also for praying for us and helping us to obey.
Enjoy! (You'll need to click through to the high-res version to read all of the verses and really see its beauty.)

You SO Need Glasses, Dear Sophie
Last Thursday, just after I had made my way through the Billings TSA checkpoint, a dear friend called me to let me know that Sophie was having a hard time seeing displays at a museum they were visiting. She also mentioned that Sophie had not been able to see the whiteboard during French class. So, of course, I immediately made an appointment for her to see an optometrist. I also immediately began to battle the ungodly shame-based tapes that were gearing up to rattle around my sticky brain:"Your daughter CAN'T SEE?! And you didn't even NOTICE?! What kind of mother doesn't know when her daughter needs glasses?! I thought you were involved with your children. I thought you CARED!" Ahhhhh ... voices of gracelessness and condemnation often try very hard to shout down our true beliefs, don't they? But what was TRUE in this situation?"Oh, thank You, Lord, for a good friend who knows my daughter well enough to notice this and also to let me know. Thank You, God, for access to medical care and for enough income this month to pay for an exam and glasses. Thank You, Lord, that my daughter has eyes to see. Even if, apparently, they can't see very far." Yes. It was so PERFECTLY clear that we were leaving the appointment today with glasses ... even before the doctor came in and the tech was doing her little pre-exam exam. First page of letters: "Can you read the bottom line?" Nope. "Middle?" Nope. "Top?" Nada. Page two: Nothin. Nada. Nyet. Rien. Page three: Eureka! She can see letters!
As the tech left the room, I said, "Soph. I don't have to be an eye doctor to tell you that you are SO getting glasses!" "Really," she asked me, "How do you know?" "Because every other person in the room (including Ella!) could read the bottom line of the FIRST PAGE." "Oh."
Yeah. My sweet little love-bug is about to experience a much clearer world. And I really am MOSTLY giving myself a break in the dropping-the-ball-momma-Tara-world, but I still feel badly about not catching it sooner. My sister was very comforting to me when I told her this entire saga. She said:"Tara? When do you look at distance things with Sophia? Your house is VERY SMALL. There are no chalkboards (or walls) very far away from her. She can see books and music just fine. 99.9% of what you do with her doesn't require long-vision. Give yourself a pass on this one, OK?" OK. Sounds good. No condemnation. No condemnation. Ahhhhhhh. But yes, glasses.
I'll post a pic of ol' four-eyes soon. :) (Oh! And isn't this great? We just found out that her lifelong best bud, Scouty, just found out that she has to get glasses too. So they can go into glasses together. Nice!)
Happy Monday,
Tara B.
If You Fly Regularly, You REALLY Need to do TSA PRE-CHECK
In just over four months, I have flown 25,366 air miles. That's a lot of flights! And a lot of airports.
Today? I just had one of THE BEST, most WONDERFUL experiences in airports EVER. It started badly: I saw hundreds and hundreds of people in the TSA security line at the Las Vegas airport. (Apparently, they process over 100,000 people EACH DAY. Yeek!) But there was a First Class/Premier flyer line (always a blessing) with only four people in it. So that was great---but wait! There's more.
When the agent scanned my boarding pass, it directed me to the TSA Pre-Check Line and there I experienced EASE and COMFORT like I haven't had since 9/11. No shoes off. No liquids in little bags. No taking my laptop out of its case. No immodest, irradiating x-ray. Nope! I just put my bags on the belt and walked on through to my gate.
It. Was. Great.
I might not even dread ATL, DCA, LGA, LAX, or MCO any more.
Never Say, "If you need anything, call me."
I was scouring through my old blog posts to try to find a CCEF article (one of my favorites---"Helping Difficult People in Your Church") and I found this post from 2010. Since I know we all have people in our lives who are suffering greatly, I thought I'd repost it as a reminder to myself and also, hopefully, to share some really practical advice on how to serve well.
Blessings!
Tara B.
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Ed Welch taught me (and convicted me) AGAIN with his recent article over on the CCEF website:"More Things Not to Say to Those Who are Suffering" In it, he makes many great points, but let me just tempt you to read it all by sharing just a snippet:" ... Here is something that I have heard a number of times on the “Not Helpful” list. I have heard it often enough that it deserves to become part of our body of pastoral wisdom.“If you need anything, please call me—anytime.” Those who mentioned it didn’t say that the comment was meaningless to them, though it was. They said that it was actually unhelpful. Why? ...
- If “comforters” knew anything about real hardship, they would know that sufferers usually don’t know what they want or need.
- If comforters knew anything about the sufferer, they would know what the sufferer wants or needs.
- If comforters really knew the sufferer, they would know that he or she would never make the call. Never.
The comment is the equivalent of “ta ta, see you later,” “luv ya, call me sometime,” or some other mindless goodbye. The speaker is not giving any real thought to the comforter’s needs and circumstances, and the suffering person knows it ..."
Hmmmm. This is a bummer for me because, in ADDITION to saying other things, I have said those very words in many a card to people in need. And yet, I’ve always written those words with a tiny, nagging voice in my mind saying, “Is this the right thing to say?”
I guess I feel this nagging sense because, while I always try to think through the (brilliant!) list that Ruth M. gave us as to How to Help (Really Help!) When a Family is in Crisis, the truth is---I haven’t done that great a job of LIVING IT OUT. And Dr. Welch’s article really lays my heart bare (just like his writing so often does! that’s why I’m such an Ed Welch junkie).
I’ll close with just one more paragraph from the article and then encourage you again to click on through and read it for yourself:"First, they listen and understand the suffering person. They pick up on to-do lists that are growing and impossible. They identify tasks that are especially important. They don’t barge in and do trivial work or serve in ways that leave more disarray. For example, I could imagine that someone would look at my chaotic arrangement of books and attempt to serve me by organizing them in a way that would make a librarian proud---and I wouldn’t be able to find a book for the next year (which actually happened, but it wasn’t because I was suffering. My wife could tell you the story. A small home office renovation project that was supposed to be a surprise, and it was, but . . .).
A good friend can identify what would be truly helpful.
Next, they do it. They get the dog groomed, do the dishes, drop off a meal, cut the grass, baby sit the kids, bring a meal over and eat it together, clean the house, give a ride to small group, drop off a note of encouragement and then another and another, arrange for a hair cut, and so on.
Any of these acts of love and service make life easier for the suffering person. That certainly helps. But a meal is never just a meal; maid-service is never merely maid-service. These say to the suffering person, “I remember you,” “I think about you often,” “you are not forgotten, you are on my heart,” “I love you.” That, as they say, is priceless." Amen. And thanks. Dr. Welch.
Yours,
Tara B.
Ken Sande to Leave Peacemaker Ministries
Just in case you haven't already heard the news ... Ken Sande is stepping down from his leadership position at Peacemaker Ministries. You can read his personal letter here to learn more about the decision.
Of course the entire Peacemaker family will miss having him in the office (he will still remain a close ministry supporter and friend). But we are all cheering him on as he is so excited to develop his new paradigm ("relational wisdom"). I remember the first time he showed me its graphic on his iPhone when we were seated across the aisle from one another on a late flight home to Billings earlier this spring. His enthusiasm was infectious and I'm eager to read his new materials.
Please do pray for the board and executive staff of Peacemaker Ministries as they seek a new CEO. This is an important and strategic time in the history of the ministry and everyone involved needs great wisdom.
Thanks, friends!
Yours,
Tara B.
Five Sets of FIVE Peacemaking Books Being Given Away Today at Challies.com!
I rarely look out of airplane windows when I travel. I just fly too much to find it interesting. But even I was ensorceled by the landscape surrounding Las Vegas as we made our approach last night. What a beautiful state! What a beautiful city. (It really is! There is so much more to Las Vegas than the seven-deadly-sins-encouraging-Strip.) And how I love the way the church where I am speaking this weekend (at their women's retreat) loves their community. The members and leaders have such a heart for the people of Las Vegas and such confidence in the saving, justifying, sanctifying, adopting power of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I can't wait to share the foundational biblical peacemaking principles with them this weekend so that they have yet another evangelistic and service-oriented tool in their built to help build up the Body of Christ and serve their community too.
FIVE sets of FIVE of the very books I will have on my booktable this weekend are also in a giant giveaway that Peacemaker Ministries is sponsoring over at Challies.com:Free Stuff Fridays: Win FIVE Biblical Peacemaking Books! You can't win if you don't play! (Where am I hearing that today? Oh yeah. Everywhere.) Hope you get one of the sets.
Happy Friday!
Your friend,
Tara B.
Last Day of School!
Oh, we had a fun, hot, water-filled afternoon celebrating the last day of school!


When Sophie was in her last French class for the year, Ella and I got to visit one of our dearest friends and her Goldens. I'd never seen a dog in a hammock before!

In addition to domestic-diva-joys, I was very excited to read the thoughtful IX Marks critique and endorsement for "Redeeming Church Conflicts." What a grace to be recommended as keeping God's Word primary, the gospel central, humility necessary, God's glory precious, and an eternal perspective as our one orientation! Thank you, Matt Smethurst and IX Marks.
Off to Vegas in the morning! Can't wait to be with the women of Spring Meadows Church.
Blessings and g'nite,
Tara B.
As Sticky As A Lollipop
A few minutes ago, Ella totally cracked me up when she said:"I'm as sticky as a lollipop!" And she was. She was also colored a pretty dark shade of green and black because she apparently got into some markers and decided her face, hands, arms, and legs needed some redecorating:

All of that happened when the girls were supposed to be enjoying a little movie night while I tackled the utter chaos of my office:

Yes. Yes. I post such pictures every six months or so, don't I? It's just the way life goes when things get busy. I can keep our living space relatively organized and clutter-free, but somewhere, sometimes, there just has be the give of a little chaos. This apparently was a pretty hard stretch, however, since THIS was my calendar as of tonight:

(That's MARCH in case you can't read it. March! And today is May 15th. That's how behind I was re: tackling receipt filing, shredding, etc. in my office.)
Still ... it was a great day. Lots o' relaxed, Momma-Daughters, almost-summer, flip-flop buying, happy times:

AND my office is back to order (which is a huge relief to me).
I'll sign off with one last funny Ella-ism from the day. When asked Q16 in the Kids' Catechism ("Who were our first parents?"), she responded:"Adam and Evil." Ahhhhhhh. So close. So close. :)
Hope your day was a blessed one too!
G'nite,
Tara B.
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