Extra Ordinary Beginnings

There are times to cultivate and create, when you nurture your world

and give birth to new ideas and ventures.

There are times of flourishing and abundance,

when life feels in full bloom, energized and expanding.

And there are times of fruition, when things come to an end.

They have reached their climax

and must be harvested before they begin to fade.

And finally of course,

there are times that are cold, and cutting and empty,

times when the spring of new beginnings seems like a distant dream.

Those rhythms in life are natural events.

They weave into one another as day follows night,

bringing, not messages of hope and fear,

but messages of how things are.
- Chogyam Trungpa

With the arrival of the season of Advent on Sunday, December 2, the beginning of a new liturgical year, I was fittingly off to begin a long awaited new adventure of my own. I love the seasons and cycles of life that provide order and meaning to our days, the peaks and valleys, the days of celebration and sadness. This particular ending and beginning happened so naturally and smoothly, I can attribute it to nothing other than divine intervention. In the beginning of October when I decided my time at my current job was done, that I had fulfilled my purpose there to the best of my ability, I began adamantly searching for new employment. The quality of my work was plummeting because I no longer believed in the mission of the organization. I saw glimpses of myself slipping into becoming a person that I did not want to be, so for preservation of self, I believed I had to move on. I daily checked every online job listing service that I could find as well as our local newspaper. I applied for everything that I was even remotely qualified to do and sent out dozens of resumes. With my husband's also recent career change this past summer, my income was, for the first time, vital and essential to our well being, so I could not walk away from my situation without a replacement for that income. I didn't just want a "job" though, I wanted and needed a mission and a purpose, something to which I could feel good about making a valuable contribution, something to help me regain my spirit after experiencing the ills of community that I talked about in my previous post.

People have to feel needed. Frequently, we just offer a job and ‘perks.’ We don’t always offer people a purpose. When people feel there is a purpose and that they’re needed, there’s not much else to do except let them do the work. - Maya Angelou

November rolled around, up to that point I had gotten no bites whatsoever. No one even remotely expressed an interest. One day (Monday, November 5th) I was just distraught and feeling a little empty, I wanted to see and experience the goodness in humanity again. During my lunch hour, after returning to the building from making my regular runs to the post office to pick up the daily mail and bank to make the weekly deposit, I got out of my car and I just wasn't ready to re-enter the building. I was feeling spent. Without forethought or purpose, I wandered onto the trail in the woods that surrounded our building and about midway through the trail I sat down on a bench and just started to cry and cry and cry for no apparent reason (As a side note I must convey that I am normally not a particularly emotional person - I usually do fairly well with keeping a balanced perspective on things.).

Then, I began to have a long talk with God, I emptied my heart to Him. I told Him that as much as I was ready to move one, that if it was His will for me to remain there and that there was still work that He needed for me to do and a purpose that I needed to fulfill at that place, that I would indeed stay. But I told Him I had lost my faith in humanity and if I was to be successful, he needed to give me something to hold on to and make that purpose in staying blatantly obvious so that I had something on which to focus and direct my energies. I didn't know what else to say. I laid down on the bench with my face to the sky in an attempt to regain my composure and just take a few minutes to enjoy the sights and sounds of a beautiful fall day in the woods. While I was in that position, I watched as a large pine cone high on the top of one of the nearby trees let go and fell to the earth. In attempts to provide a mental picture - pine cones in coastal South Carolina from our ever plentiful Long Leaf Pine trees (Pinus palustris Miller) are no small, laughing matter. The trees tower 80-100 ft. in the sky, mostly trunk with a crown at the top and the pine cones are typically 8 - 12 inches in length with an appropriate balance to their girth. This one was no exception. I took this as a sign that it was time for me to go inside, so I walked over and picked up the cone for safe keeping, finished out the trail and headed back to my desk.

The next morning as I was getting ready for work I got a call for an interview. It was the only response I ever got from any of the resumes that I sent out. The interview was to take place the following morning in Columbia, a 2 1/2 hour drive from my home. I had no expectations, I just thought it would be a fun day trip and stress release to get away alone with my thoughts and the road for a while, if nothing else. I was more confident and at ease than I had ever been in an interview -- after all I had just told God that I was willing to stay in my current position, so nothing was really weighing on this moment. I was free to just be the best version of myself.

During the course of the interview my future boss told me that she had only been in her position with this company a little over a year, but that "this job had restored her faith in humanity!" Coincidence? I think not! The interview lasted over 90 minutes, at the end of which I was sent home with the training manual and my interviewer was showing me the employee section of their website. Our conversation had flowed easily and we really seemed to "click" however I was told that the following day they would be conducting a few more interviews, one with someone from already inside the company and that they would be making their decision rather quickly, she hoped within a few days. I sent my requisite thank you letter and I waited over a week without hearing anything. I checked with my references - they were never contacted (to this day). I had been excited and energized after the interview, but again I was ready to let go. The next day, (Thursday, November 16th) I got "The Call." After making the offer, the HR manager asked if I needed some time to think it over before making my decision. I tried not sound too excited when I expressed, "No, I don't need any time to think it over, I will definitely accept the position." The next day, I gave my two weeks notice. A weight had been lifted.

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
- Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

Finally, my time had come! Sunday, December 2nd, I entered a new chapter in The Life of Bop with a four and a half hour trip to the company's corporate headquarters, two nights stay in a really nice hotel, two days filled with orientation and training sessions, all for an extra ordinary beginning.

"Every end is a new beginning."

Extra Ordinary Community

Community has the power to shape or destroy us.

The above thought was taken from a May 17, 2007 blog post by Lilian Calles Barger (author, speaker and founder of The Damaris Project - an ongoing dialog for women on 'how spirituality informs our daily lives and work.') entitled No Name Woman. In the post she was referring to a story set in rural China by the same title that appeared in a larger work, The Woman Warrior: Memoirs of a Girlhood Among Ghosts written by Chinese-American author Maxine Hong Kingston. This thought of community having the power to shape or destroy us struck a sharp chord with me when I read it because it is a truth I have known for most all of my life seeing in practice communities both shaping and destroying the lives of their members. It has long been my hope and mission to help create communities that uplift their members and immediately upon reading it, I added the above thought to my collection of quotations and have returned to it time and again in the past six months. Never more intimately in my own life have I known one community to so strongly and passionately do both - shape and destroy - than from what I have experienced and witnessed in the community from which I have now chosen to leave being an active part.

Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do.
- Virginia Wolfe

The American city should be a collection of communities where every member has a right to belong. It should be a place where every man feels safe on his streets and in the house of his friends. It should be a place where each individual's dignity and self-respect is strengthened by the respect and affection of his neighbors. It should be a place where each of us can find the satisfaction and warmth which comes from being a member of the community of man. This is what man sought at the dawn of civilization. It is what we seek today. - Lyndon B. Johnson

Community. Merriam-Webster defines it as follows:

com·mu·ni·ty Pronunciation: \kə-ˈmyü-nə-tē\ Function: noun 1 : a unified body of individuals: as a: state, commonwealth b: the people with common interests living in a particular area; broadly: the area itself [the problem of a large community] c: an interacting population of various kinds of individuals (as species) in a common location d: a group of people with a common characteristic or interest living together within a larger society [a community of retired persons] e: a group linked by a common policy f: a body of persons or nations having a common history or common social, economic, and political interests [the international community] g: a body of persons of common and especially professional interests scattered through a larger society [the academic community] 2: society at large 3 a: joint ownership or participation [community of goods] b: common character : likeness c: social activity : fellowship d: a social state or condition

If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth. -- Mitsugi Saotome

Once upon a time in a college English class I was assigned to write a position paper on John Donne's Meditation XVII, No Man is an Island, arguing either that one could or could not function without being an integral part of our larger humanity. For the most part, I fancy myself a fairly strong-willed, independent, non-conformist that marches to the beat of her own drum. I wanted to argue with every fiber of my being that a man (or woman) could indeed be 'an island,' standing alone. At nineteen I had already been witness to communities doing their shaping and destroying, "I could be a hermit (and a darn good one at that!)," I thought. I was so self-assured at the time! Still today the prospect of a hermitage is my escape fantasy when the world around me goes bad. Then, however, I think of the caring, loving, compassionate people who have in a positive way helped to shape me into the person I've become, the people who have added great value to my life...I couldn't be who I am without their influence. I would most definitely want to take some of them with me - GRRR! Darn, There goes the hermitage! As far as my college English paper, I ended up so conflicted between my desire to believe that I could indeed be an island and that inner nagging that told me I could not, that I elected to take a zero and simply not write the paper. If I can't do something well (or at the very least the way I would like to, on my own terms) I sometimes refrain from doing it all.

"There is no such thing as a "self-made" man.
We are made up of thousands of others.
Everyone who has ever done a kind deed for us,
or spoken one word of encouragement to us,
has entered into the make-up of our character
and of our thoughts, as well as our success."
- George Matthew Adams

“Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared is doubled.” - Swedish Proverb

My passion and my life work has been to contribute to the building of powerful, positive, good, life-changing communities (the kind that can proudly say they make a difference) in whatever form that may manifest itself. Sometimes it has been for pay, many times it has not. Sometimes it has been focused on taking care of the minute details that others take for granted which help to create the whole experience, doing the grunt work; sometimes it has been in envisioning, creating and executing large plans and programs. Most of the time it has been some combination of the two. Making copies or taking out the trash can have equal value to brainstorming and executing program ideas when one sees them all as a part of the 'Big Picture.'

My husband of fifteen years and I live a fairly modest lifestyle (just as an example: we were a one-car family for over 12 years) and were fortunate enough for the fourteen years he was a director of bands for that to be our primary income and for my income (when it existed) to be 'a bonus.' In that I have never had to compromise my integrity for the purpose of making money. I realize that this is a grand luxury many people do not afford themselves. It makes you look at the world differently; it changes the way you think. I still believe in the cliche, "Do what you love and the money will come." So far it has served me well.

We are all longing to go home to some place we have never been — a place half-remembered and half-envisioned we can only catch glimpses of from time to time. Community. Somewhere, there are people to whom we can speak with passion without having the words catch in our throats. Somewhere a circle of hands will open to receive us, eyes will light up as we enter, voices will celebrate with us whenever we come into our own power. Community means strength that joins our strength to do the work that needs to be done. Arms to hold us when we falter. A circle of healing. A circle of friends. Someplace where we can be free. - Starhawk

When I reflect on the past year of my life, it has been one of great turmoil and change instigated by the hands of 'community,' communities that I had grown to love. "Great bodies of people are never responsible for what they do." - Virginia Wolfe At the same time though, there have been small sub-groups, individuals of those communities, who have uplifted and sustained me in my journey. While my husband was a band director, we shared the vision of creating a community in which young people could flourish and grow, teaching leadership skills and team building...the musical contests and competitions were all secondary to the building of better people. The teaching of music and performance skills was simply a tool and venue through which to achieve the end goal of building better people. A small, very negative and very vocal group of people took away his passion and wanted to compromise his vision. He chose instead to step away from his career only half-way through.

Also in this past year, I had been working for a church under the title of "Membership Coordinator" but really doing a job which encompassed many aspects of community building. This was most definitely an example of "do what you love and the money will come," as I had begun doing a lot of volunteer work there before being offered a position of employment. This community had transformed my own life for the better in the previous three years by embodying a spirit of Christ-like love. Then, I watched from the sidelines in horror and despair as another very negative, hurting and hurtful group of six people destroyed the life and ministry of their leader, all in the name of doing good. I did the things that I could along the way to attempt to change or stop the snowballing process, but I did not have the power to alter the course of their actions. Now I can only reflect and attempt to learn something valuable from what transpired. My husband was discussing the two parallel situations with one of his current co-workers the other day, to which his co-worker replied, 'the only difference between Christians and non-Christians is that Christians supposedly know better, but act poorly towards their fellow man anyway.' The sad thing is the truth in that statement. Because I have experienced them at their best, belonging to a community of faith has long been a part of my identity, but at times I have been ashamed for the association.

If men would consider not so much where they differ, as wherein they agree, there would be far less of uncharitableness and angry feeling in the world. - Joseph Addison

The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. -- Frederick Buechner

In her blog post cited above Lilian Calles Barger communicated, "The ability to just get up and leave, or to determine the course of their lives, is one few women in the world know." I realize that to have that ability and not take advantage of it would be criminal as I am blessed with living in a nation of relative freedom. The questions I often ask myself when deciding to take leave of a community are 1. Would I any longer invite and encourage another person to become a part of this community? We often tolerate much more in the way of bad behavior ourselves than we are willing to expose others to. and 2. Can I support the message about what it means to be human that the behavior of this community is sending to it's young people or simply the next generation in general? Children are sponges. When the answer to one of those questions comes up "No," I begin a process of serious evaluation. When I get the second "No," I make plans to disengage and leave.

The difficulty in working with and for communities of people is the ability to keep one's sanity by knowing what one has the ability to change and what one does not. The other difficulty lies in not becoming jaded or callused by the inherent sinful nature of humanity and maintaining a knowledge that good will ultimately prevail over evil. Then, having the ability move onward to find the good.

But the life that no longer trusts another human being and no longer forms ties to the political community in not a human life any longer. - Martha Nussbaum

Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers. - Galatians 6:9-10

My mind wanders now to the stories of community from classic literature that most of my generation of Americans were required to read in their public school junior high or high school English courses. Most of them are stories of communities gone bad. Shirley Jackson's The Lottery, Arthur Miller's The Crucible, Nathaniel Hawthorn's The Scarlet Letter, and many, many others. I have to wonder did we as a society (or at least a generation) really embrace the lessons we were supposed to be learning from those great works? Isn't that at least one of the reasons they were chosen for "The Required Reading List?" I love the commonality of the human experience, somehow there is comfort in knowing that we are repeatedly experiencing the same the things throughout history, just each generation in our own way and thinking it's new to us. Sometimes though it is frustrating to be a part of it. In pondering these questions of community my husband was quick to recommend William Golding's Lord of the Flies, which he tells me embodies both the good and bad of community at it's best and worst, both shaping and destroying. The English teachers I had never put this one on my "To Read" list, even though some of the others in my school did have it on theirs. Somehow it never made it up to the top of the 'Waiting to Be Read' list on my own either. Anxious to share it with me, he immediately went to our bookshelves to retrieve his copy and now it sits on my bedside table awaiting my reading.

My husband is also a huge fan of Stephen King's work so needless to say over the Thanksgiving holiday we were at the theater watching The Mist. I am just not a big fan of the horror genre of literature as I can find enough "horrors" in everyday situations without looking too terribly long and hard, but I was game for the experience and actually enjoyed it. If you take away the mist itself and the horrifying creatures that come with it, it too is really just a case study of community and how bodies of people react within crisis situations. I highly recommend watching it from that analytical perspective, if nothing else.

We don't accomplish anything in this world alone ... and whatever happens is the result of the whole tapestry of one's life and all the weavings of individual threads from one to another that creates something. - Sandra Day O'Connor

An African proverb says, "It takes a village to raise a child." I have to close with one final thought that has been weighing on my heart. It is the story of thirteen year-old Megan Meier who committed suicide in October 2006, but whose story has recently been brought into the media spotlights again. In a nut shell (or my best attempts at synopsis), Meagan was a fairly typical teenage girl who had a falling out with her friends from down the street. As a result she said some hurtful things about those friends to others at school. Her friends then ostracized her. She went on My Space and met a supposed 16-year old home schooled boy from the same town and developed a growing friendship with him, both her parents were well aware of the friendship. However, it was not really a 16-year old boy, as she had thought, that she was corresponding with, but rather the mothers (Yes - not children, but adult women, mothers) of some of her former friends. The women, obviously not emotionally mature themselves, made up the fictitious boy to "teach Megan a lesson." After the 'two' became close friends, the boy then started to turn on Megan saying hurtful things to her and he began to spread rumors and say bad things about her to all of her other school mates and friends online. 'He' destroyed her self image so much that she hung herself.

Now here's the really sad part-- others in the community, her friends, people who lived on her street and went to her school all knew about the situation with the fictitious boy through the rumor and gossip mill and no one attempted to stop the adult women from behaving like school children. No one befriended the girl in her time of greatest need. The police of the community said that no crime had been committed, no laws had been broken, therefore there was nothing they could do in the situation. You can learn more about this story here on CNN or here on ABC News.

It leaves me speechless. Communities behaving badly. Again.

Children Learn What They Live - by Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

If children live with criticism, they learn to condemn.
If children live with hostility, they learn to fight.
If children live with fear, they learn to be apprehensive.
If children live with pity, they learn to feel sorry for themselves.
If children live with ridicule, they learn to feel shy.
If children live with jealousy, they learn to feel envy.
If children live with shame, they learn to feel guilty.

If children live with encouragement, they learn confidence.
If children live with tolerance, they learn patience.
If children live with praise, they learn appreciation.
If children live with acceptance, they learn to love.
If children live with approval, they learn to like themselves.
If children live with recognition, they learn it is good to have a goal.
If children live with sharing, they learn generosity.
If children live with honesty, they learn truthfulness.
If children live with fairness, they learn justice.
If children live with kindness and consideration, they learn respect.
If children live with security,
they learn to have faith in themselves and in those about them.
If children live with friendliness,
they learn the world is a nice place in which to live.

What are our communities teaching their children?

Extra Ordinary Life Lessons

"Some things you have to do every day.

Eating seven apples on Saturday night instead of one a day

just isn't going to get the job done."

-- Jim Rohn

Well, you may have been wondering what happened after regaining My Extra Ordinary Vision. After that post I'm sure one would have thought that they would be hearing a lot more from me, more frequently. If so, you are not alone - I thought so too! I'm not sure how to explain it, but I think I had become a little "gun shy" in sharing that recaptured vision with anyone else - afraid to let them see it, lest they attempt to destroy it. So, I have been busy reconnecting with self and locking my "big picture" into a very strong vault for safe-keeping. I guess that it is time to go back to the very beginning, in one of my earliest posts (I think the third one I ever wrote) I proclaimed that to start blogging one has to overcome the fear of not having anything of value to say. I believe this is true for commenting on others' blogs as well, as I had mostly ceased to do that too.

In my 'compose posts' folder I currently have about a dozen started posts saved as drafts, but then somehow I always end up stopping my writing and haven't finished any of them to the point that they actually became real published posts. (This originally was one of those.) The rest of those thoughts are stagnating, stuck there living out their lives in a folder, never maturing beyond a "draft." I need to start over and change that. Tim Lautzenheiser, genius and leadership guru for high school band students (for those of you who are new here - my husband was a high school band director for fourteen years), has a saying that he imparts in all of his leadership seminars, "You're only worth what you give away and you can only give away what you have." So here I am, back to try and give away what I have acquired.

I am always fascinated to check my site statistics to see who is visiting and from where, how they got here, what they read and how long they stay. I never cease to be surprised, outright dumbfounded and humbled that someone I have never met (and probably never will) whom I don't even know their name will one day sit at their computer, Google something seemingly random and then stay for twenty or thirty minutes to read some things that I had to say, and then (wonder of all wonders). . . come back again later for more. I always ponder - What was the real impetus for their search? What did they think when their quest brought them here? I respect their silence, as I too am often a lurker, but sometimes I am filled with questions that I wish I could ask them.

I joke from time to time about my five regular readers, (used to be three -- and yes, I do have a little blog envy problem as my husband's blog has many, many readers) it appears though that slowly but surely, there are other lurkers out there who, if I hadn't checked my site statistics, I would never even be aware that they come and read and then come back for more. It is these miraculous wonders of people that make me feel slightly guilty that I have neglected posting for so long. It is a good feeling to know that someone in Gresham, Oregon or Atlanta, Georgia or Cincinnati, Ohio apparently thinks I have something of value to offer them. A nameless, faceless blogging comrade in Walpole, Massachusetts has even added me to her blog roll. WOW!?! How cool is that? Upon discovery of this I was extremely excited, amazed, honored, humbled and yes, dumbfounded! She has a wonderful blog called Care's Online Book Club. I am still a lurker there as well, but if you read this you should definitely check out what she has to say. I also get visitors from fun exotic places like the country of "Brunei Darussalam." I never even knew it existed until now. For those of you who also learn your geography through blogging - this small country is part of the island of Borneo in the South China Sea in Asia. Try Googling them, it looks like a very interesting place. For now, though, whoever you are in Gresham, Oregon, Atlanta, Georgia, Cincinnati, Ohio and Walpole, Massachusetts . . . THANK YOU!!! Even in your silent lurking you have given me a great gift! This post is here today because of you!

"There is no sudden leap to greatness.
Your success lies in doing, day by day.
Your upward reach comes from working well and carefully."
-- Max Steingart

For me life lessons usually come not all at once, but in a period of gradual realization that builds over time and then, **boom** I have this fully formed concept that seems so simple and idiot proof, but yet which really took me a long time to arrive it. Stand up comedian, Steven Wright, had a joke in his routine once that went something like this -

I don't have to walk my dog anymore.
I walked him all at once.

We went from Maine to Florida and then I said,

"Now you're done."

I think our contemporary society sometimes leads us to this type of thinking. I think a large segment of our culture somehow thinks that daily routines of certain sorts are somewhat primitive (and boring) and that we are far too sophisticated for something so rudimentary today. Instant gratification is sought in so many arenas. If success doesn't come quickly enough, often interest is lost in doing what needs to be done. On the other hand, one may also think things are going relatively well in a particular area of life, "I've already achieved a certain level of success here, phew, now I can coast for a while . . . I don't need to pay as much attention to that relationship or area of my health or that project at work. I can rest on my laurels. I can cross that off of my 'to-do' list for a while,". . . but then, somehow things catch up on us and what was going well has gradually gone to shambles without much fanfare or ado, in a way so slowly we were perhaps unaware of the descent until we find ourselves at the bottom of the pit and then wonder how we got there.

In my own life, I know the greatest successes were achieved when I dedicated myself little by little, inching daily towards my goals. When I was just showing up to do the work that needed to me done and trusting that our Creator will take care of the results. One area of my past history that I often try to keep from most people who didn't know me "when" is that between August 31, 2004 and December 2005 - I lost over 70 lbs. I have an endocrine condition called Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS) that makes its victims insulin resistant and usually infertile and causes many other **FUN** little challenges to normal life, among them unexplained weight gain. In my mid-20's - early 30's I would put on 20 - 30 lbs. here and there without the blink of an eye, even thought I ate mostly normally, my body just wasn't processing the foods as it should. It was very frustrating and depressing. It took visiting several different doctors before getting a proper diagnosis and medication for treatment. However, the medicine did not make that much of a difference by it self. It most definitely stopped the weight gain, but it wasn't doing much to take off what was already there. Then in the end of summer 2004, I joined a gym. I was filled with determination that I was going to get my body and health back. I didn't going on some crazy diet, I didn't ban myself from all desserts, . . . I simply went to the gym EVERY DAY - sometimes twice a day and do the work that needed to be done. When I started and couldn't do even 5 minutes on the elliptical machine without thinking I needed to have paramedics on standby. I thought I was going to die. I became inspired watching the other seasoned regulars, whom also showed up every day. I didn't see any major differences from day to day, but I kept it up and one day I found myself 70 lbs. lighter and burning 1,000 calories in a 70 minute session on the elliptical machine. Then one day I went to Sam's Club and really had to struggle with the cashier to prove that I was indeed the person pictured on my membership card and on my driver's license. She thought I was trying to use someone else's card. Personally, I didn't think I had changed all that much because for me it had been so gradual and at the same time I was becoming involved with a new community of people who didn't know the "before" me. Sam's Club ending up making me get a new card with a new picture.

I don't know why I told this story - it seems like a "bird walk." It most definitely was not my intention as I usually keep a very close guard on the personal details of my life not only in the blog world but the real world as well. However, I sat down this morning and started typing and it just came out. Apparently there is someone who needs to hear that part of my story and I don't know who that is and may never know. So, I guess I will leave it here for all to read.

"I long to accomplish a great and noble task,
but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks
as if they were great and noble." -- Helen Keller

My husband and I just got back from a four day, three night weekend getaway to the mountains of North Carolina. It was the first we have taken any kind of trip that didn't involve work or visiting family in about 10 years. We always thought we had a great relationship, over the years we have talked about instituting the proverbial weekly "date night" that all the relationship gurus recommend but at times it seemed, we're doing fine, things are great, we don't need to add one more thing to our already full commitments and "to-do" lists. "That's for other people, not us." It is when we are fine and think we don't need to take the time for these daily rituals and things when seemingly all of a sudden months and years pass, then we feel the disconnect and say, man we really should have made that "date night" thing a priority. Ooooh, even saying it (date nitght) , my sensibilities make me think it sounds "hokey." One of my most inspiring bloggers, Mark, at "The Naked Soul" recently wrote an amazing post entitled "Slow Down Enjoy the Journey" about our societal views that we must always present ourselves as "busy" and feel embarrassed to tell our friends and co-workers that we schedule regular daily time for the refreshment of our souls and/or relationships. Somehow we fear we will be looked down upon as a less successful person. Recently my husband and I made a commitment to harness those small daily pockets of time to reconnect and more importantly a weekly evening to call our own and perhaps a quarterly weekend "getaway" and have made respecting them as an equally important commitment a new priority for us.

Initially I said this post was here because of the lurkers who surprisingly return again and again. But this post is also here because of the two bloggers who are my main inspiration and whose dedication to their passions causes me to aspire to be true to my own. They are writers, community builders, connectors, philosophers and deep thinkers. They regularly challenge the thinking of their readers. They already know the simple truth to the benefits of eating one apple a day as opposed to seven on a Saturday. They post nearly every day and I am sure that is the main reason for their blog world success. One day perhaps I can be more like them. Dan at Faith Dance and Mark at The Naked Soul this post is also here because of you too --THANK YOU!!! -- Your encouragement and welcome to me, a fledgling blogger, has been an awesome and incredible gift!

"Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?"
- Isaiah 43:18-19

So my life lesson leaves me recommitting to many things on a regular, recurring basis. Join me in the journey...where are you looking for success? Is it through the daily seemingly small things? I'm trying to remember that life is indeed more like a marathon than a series of disconnected sprints.

I am feeling a little childlike and nostalgic today so I will leave you with wisdom from the Rankin and Bass children's television Christmas Classic of the 1970's "Santa Claus is Coming to Town.":

Sing along if you like, I know I will be!

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door.

You never will get where you’re going,
If your never get up on your feet.
Come on, there's a good tail wind blowing,
A fast walking man's hard to beat.

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door.

If you want to change your direction,
If your time of life is at hand,
Well don't be the rule, be the exception.
A good way to start is to stand.

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door.

If I want to change the reflection
I see in the mirror each morn,
You mean that it's just my election,
To vote for a chance to be reborn.

Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking cross the floor.
Put one foot in front of the other
And soon you’ll be walking out the door.

Extra Ordinary Vision

"Attitude is the mind's paintbrush; it can color any situation."

-- Anonymous

I have worn eyeglasses since I was nine years old and in the third grade, without them I would be legally blind with my "to be envied" 20/400 vision. Legally blind is 20/200 that cannot be improved with corrective lenses. Thankfully mine is correctable to 20/15 with my glasses and I am also grateful that there have been amazing advances in eye wear fashion and science in the last twenty-six years. It seems as though every time I am due to get new glasses, the frames are smaller and the lenses thinner. I tried contacts once in my early twenties, but this was when gas permeables were the only option for people with astigmatism and they were uncomfortable, felt scratchy and I couldn't get used to seeing my face without glasses; so I quickly gave them up and returned to my trusty and comfortable spectacles. They are a friendly and welcome part of my physical identity. I most recently got new glasses this past July ('07), so my prescription is accurate, but since then it had seemed as though my vision had been getting cloudier by the day and I was sure that it was not anything my opthamologist could remedy.

I jokingly replied to a couple of comments that in September I would have to close down my blog because my monthly postings started out in May with four and then decreased each following month by one (4, 3, 2, and 1 in August). I order to keep up my pattern and be consistent, I would surely have to have zero posts in September. Although it was not necessarily what I set out to do, indeed September came and went with no new posts. Now in trying to reclaim my own Extra Ordinary Vision, I am breaking the pattern with hopes of "getting back in the saddle again." Somewhere along the way it seems I had lost my vision and with it went my voice. Today is a new day, a new week, a new month, and the start of yet another new beginning.

The most pathetic person in the world is someone
who has sight, but has no vision. - Helen Keller

I have long fancied myself a "big picture" kind of person with extraordinary vision, but about two months ago I allowed a thief in the night to steal MY big picture and leave me with only an 8" x 10" glossy in it's place. While this can be seen as "the big picture" if you are thinking back to your grade school days and the annual picture packets they would try to get your parents to buy, if go to a typical art gallery or museum and try to find the 8" x 10" picture, you either won't find it all or it will be one of the smallest pictures you see there. Recently, my version of reality was shattered on more than one front. When this happens I have come to realize that the only thing to do is to get down on your hands and knees and just start picking up all of the little pieces and shreds that you can find and try to figure out in which order they belong. If you're really lucky, someone will be there to help you pick them up and hand them back to you in the right order.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. - 1 Corinthians 13:12

One of the projects that I was assigned recently for my work was to create the promotional materials for a program that was being launched in our community called "Visionary Parenting." I soon realized that this assignment was really dual purpose for me and it's arrival on my door step was no accident. In the brainstorming phase for this project I began to think about "HOW" we see things and the control factors for "WHAT" we see. In addition to eyeglasses or contact lenses, my mind wandered to binoculars, magnifying glasses, microscopes, telescopes, even those funky 3-D glasses as I tried to identify what had happened to my own vision. I realized that I had just let someone walk off with MY "big picture" and thankfully it made me angry enough to want back, going after it with a vengeance. About 18-24 months ago, I played the lead role in "The Dark Night of the Soul" and this new awakening gave me the determination I needed not to sign on for the sequel. At one point, someone said to me, "I'm sorry I ruined your life." to which I was able to reply, "I'm sorry, you nor anyone else gets that privilege."

"Faith" is a fine invention when Gentlemen can see -- But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency."-- Emily Dickinson

I have had the feeling that quite some time ago God had enrolled me in this graduate level fortitude class without my consent and it seemed as though it would never end. I've been struggling but making passing grades, nonetheless. It's exam time. This week, I got the "blue book." I've been cramming hard, trying to fit all of the pieces of the puzzle together, mentally going over the goal and objective of each lecture and assignment to synthesize them into something coherent to prove that I have indeed "learned my lessons well." As much as I crammed in preparation, the final exam still threw me. I am a person of deep convictions and ideals and it turns out, I still have them. I am prone to standing up for what it is right regardless of the opinions of others. However, the final exam consisted not in knowing what to say, but rather in knowing what not to say. I guess that is ultimately what it has been about the whole time. The essence of fortitude is being so at peace within one's self in having strength of mind to persevere and do what it is right, regardless of the thoughts and actions of others and allowing them to be content in their own place in their own journey, even if ultimately what they are doing is wrong. The second half of this is trusting enough in our creator that regardless of what is said or done He will turn evil to good and ultimately as Job proclaimed when he answered the Lord:

"I know that you can do all things and that no
purpose of yours can be thwarted." - Job 42:2

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us..." - Ephesians 3:20

I know now that one year from today my life will look absolutely nothing like it does right now nor anything like I expected it that it would. I do not yet know what that will be and I am okay with that. I've got MY BIG PICTURE back and that's all that matters. I'm putting my telephoto lens back on my camera. When God can take evil and turn it in to something good, I'm okay with not being able to single handedly change the world as I sometimes think I might. The fun of fortitude, I guess, is in silently laughing at those who are all left holding their 8" x 10" glossies, thinking that they've won and knowing that the picture in my mind's eye is far greater than they could ever see.

Vision is the art of seeing the invisible - Jonathan Swift

Extra Ordinary Roots

The hero draws inspiration from the virtue of his ancestors.

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

In one sense we are all the heroes of our own stories. In crafting my life story, I do draw inspiration from the virtue of my ancestors. Sunday, July 15th was the annual (as of now though, I am told it will be biennial - a little disheartening since it has been three years since I was last able to attend, and now next year will provide no opportunity) family reunion of my paternal extended family, the family of my maiden name - Knitt - yes, it is Germanic (Prussian actually) and you do pronounce the "K" so in rough phonetics it is "Kuh´- nit, " not knit (as in lower case "k" and only one "t"- like what one does with two needles and a ball of yarn). That is one commonality we have all shared through the years - educating the world on the proper pronunciation of our name. Along with one of my cousins I have helped to compile quite a lengthy genealogical history of our family. My cousin, a freelance historian and genealogist, has done the majority of the research however and I, mostly the compiling, especially before he had a computer at his home, but nonetheless it has been a shared passion. To date we have records dating back to the late 1600's.

Johann Friedrich Knitt, who at some point Americanized his name to "John," was born November 29, 1839 in a rural farm area called Schwetzen outside of Glowitz, Stolp, Pommerania, Prussia, which now lies within the present day political boundaries of Poland. On June 12, 1869 just shy of his thirtieth birthday, he set sail for America on the immigration ship The St. Bernard from Bremen, Germany to the port of New York. Upon arrival he traveled further to make his way to the state of Wisconsin where worked for several years as a stonemason in Eureka and Berlin, Wisconsin until August 1875 when he purchased what would become our family's homestead farm in Larrabee Township. Johann married Henrietta Brandt in February of 1874 and they had five children - three girls and two boys. He was worried that the "Knitt" family name would die out in America, however, one of his boys, my great-grandfather, Henry, had ten children (eight boys, two girls) and his brother, Otto, had three, two of which were sons.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city. - George Burns

I do not believe that when Johann set sail from Germany in June of 1869 he could have possibly imagined that 138 years later the Knitt family would be flourishing in the United States as it is today. Nor that he would have the road on which he established his homestead farm named in his honor, "Knitt Road." Now the households of his descendants number in the hundreds. We are a large and varied family that has spread far and wide, but still we are all united by the same origins, the same roots. As teachers, artists, homemakers, doctors and health care workers, engineers, military personnel, scientists, clergy, missionaries, writers, film makers, bankers, lawyers, athletes, entrepreneurs, researchers, race car drivers, fire, police, and EMT personnel, and yes, still farmers too, as well as many, many, other occupations and great friends, neighbors, citizens, and families. Knitts are definitely making their mark on history. Knowing where you came from is an important part of knowing where you’re going to. I love the diversity and stability of such a large extended family and the identity it provides. Being a part of this family is one of the first places where I learned to accept and love others for who they are, encourage their strengths and overlook their weaknesses.

Families are held together by choice. Members are alike and unalike, yet there is comfort in the sameness and excitement in the differences. When we respect and relish both conditions, we can truly call ourselves family. - Maya Angelou

In his book, Self Matters, Phillip McGraw states that everyone can trace who they've become in life (their "life story" so to speak) back to ten defining moments, seven critical choices, and five pivotal people. I first read this book just over five years ago as I was about to turn thirty and first felt the need to rediscover myself. At that point I didn't take the time to do all of the exercises set forth in the book, but they have been one of those things bouncing around in the back of my mind that I think about and ponder from time to time. This is an intriguing exercise from which I think everyone would benefit. I'm still working on unearthing my 10-7-5. The first defining moment in my life that has shaped me into the person I've become, however, was the death of my father, while I was just six years old. This may sound odd, but I view that experience as a blessing because of the resulting gifts that it brought to my life. So, what about those gifts?

For me, the death of my father brought me into a very deep and personal relationship with God, our heavenly Father, at a very young age. Never once did I think, "Who is this terrible, monstrous, heartless God who would take away my dad?" In fact, for me it had the exact opposite effect. It caused me to be drawn to God and I wanted to know everything about Him and His Church. I was fascinated with the concept of heaven because that's where my dad was. Because I was so young, I didn't question the concept of heaven and an afterlife, I embraced it. Even as a college student one of my first priorities in living away from home was to find a church home. I will confess though that at a couple of brief points in my adult life when I have been involved in negative communities that overwhelmed me, I have somewhat neglected my relationship with God and did not do my part in nurturing it as I should have, like a long time, close friend that moves away and becomes involved in their new life in their new city and gradually loses contact with you. In this case, I was the one who moved away, not God. All in all though, my relationship with God that was solidified at such a young age, I can identify as one of the underlying constants and defining factors of my life - he is always with me.

Another gift that I believe was a direct result of my father's death is that I am very in-tune with reading people's underlying emotions and motives and seeing their hurts and pain. I have a great capacity for empathy and accepting people for who they are and meeting them where they are. I forever find myself in the position of being an advocate of those who others are quick to label negatively. I have the ability to see God in most others. I seek out the good where others see bad. I usually recognize the hands and feet and face of Christ in others. I think that this stems from being a six year old and witnessing the extended illness of my father with cancer prior to his death, during, and afterwards as well as the reactions of our immediate and extended family and circle of friends - being a watcher and a listener in an attempt to make sense of the world around me. The children of our family were involved in the whole process, but at the same time when you are six in an adult world, when serious things are taking place, people take for granted that you are involved in your own little world of imagination and play things and are easily diverted, but in reality, when you are six the world is your classroom and you are a sponge soaking in everything going around you.

From now on, therefore, we regard no one from a human point of view; even though we once knew Christ from a human point of view, we no longer know him in that way. So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new! - 2 Corinthians 5:16-17

The third main gift that I attribute to experiencing my father's death and my resulting life afterwards is that I internalized at a young age that everything in this world is fleeting and life is short. It has greatly affected my value system. I value people and ideals and intangible things like making memories and traditions. I have little use for the material or superficial. What matters is how you treat people. When I listened to Mark Lawrence, the once (and soon-to-be future) Bishop elect for the South Carolina Diocese of the The Episcopal Church, speak this past May while addressing a women's group, I thought he expressed this concept in an analogy that was the best I have heard. It has so stuck with me since then and it comes to mind often. He compared our life experiences to playing a game of Monopoly. He explained to us that he was a very aggressive, take-no-prisoners, passionate Monopoly player and he had tried to pass his love of this board game on to his own children as they were growing up. However, as he would inevitably put all the other players in a position that made a comeback on their part and an attempt at winning seem hopeless, they would one by one give up and walk away from the game and he would be left alone to "put it all back in the box." He may have "won" proving his superior Monopoly playing strategies and skills, but when it's all back in the box and the kids left one-by-one disenchanted, what had he "won" really? He wanted to communicate to us that at the end of this life all the "stuff" which seems so important and consuming, all goes back "into the box." The only thing we take with us in to the next world is our love for others and the way we treated the people with whom we came in contact.

All this is NOT to say that I am any sort of saint. I am not. I sin. I hurt people. I do things wrong. I get angry. I lose my temper. I make mistakes, lots of mistakes - just ask my husband or my mother or... hmm... just about anybody with whom I am close...or better yet, ask me, I'm well aware of all my faults and shortcomings. These three things, though, are a part of my roots. They are my equilibrium, the foundation upon which the other aspects of my personality and character are built. When I waiver and stray from these "building blocks of me", as I inevitably do, these are what draw me back in to what and where I should be. They are the gifts God gave me through my father. When I am functioning at my best, these basics about my person are evident to all with whom I come into contact. When I am functioning at my worst, they are the ideals upon which I can focus and to which I strive to return. They give me strength to work through the adversities which cross my path.

My dad, Donald Henry Knitt, Sr., is part of my extraordinary roots. Because I was six, for me my dad never left the superhero phase. I knew deep in my heart that he loved me unconditionally. I had no vision of his faults or shortcomings as perhaps some of my older siblings may. He read to me, every day. He danced with me in our living room. He played games with me. He let me be his helper. I remember having snacks with him after he would cut the lawn. To this day, I love cutting the lawn and the smell of fresh cut grass. It is a simple pleasure for me.

"Honor your father and mother" -- this is the first commandment with a promise: "so that it may be well with you and you may live long on the Earth." - Ephesians 6:2-3

I attempt to honor my father by the way in which I live my life. I try to regularly stop and take a litmus test, re-evaluate and re-group. I want to live in manner in which he would have been proud. Part of honoring my father, is also honoring my father's family. I am proud to be a Knitt. Most of my online user names and emails incorporate all of my initials "BRKM." The "K" is an important part of the whole, which composes my self-image and identity. Some of being a Knitt for me means being a person of integrity, ingenuity and fortitude, honest, passionate, genuine, intelligent, spiritual, generous, resilient, independent, stalwart, pragmatic, practical, determined, staying true to one's beliefs, creative, visionary. These are obviously ideals which are exhibited by different extended family members at different times, and I call upon the strengths of my roots in different situations in which they are appropriate. Having an identity and a connection to my roots though enables me to persevere and borrow strength where I otherwise might not be able to do so alone.

Your Name

You got it from your father
It was all he had to give
And right gladly he bestowed it
Its yours as long as you may live.
You may lose the watch he gave you
And another you may claim
But whenever you are tempted
Be careful of his name.
It was fair the day you got it
And a worthy name to bear
When he got it from his father
There was no dishonor there.
Through the years he proudly wore it
To his father he was true
And that name was clean and spotless
When he passed it on to you.
- Annonymous

One of my dear friends is a deep thinker. This past winter as we were conversing one day, he shared with me an impromptu "homily" of sorts reflecting on the "living stones" of 1 Peter 2. He related to me his own addendum to the chapter with the Love of God being the mortar which holds all of us rough hewn living stones together into to the body of Christ. I cannot do his homily justice here because he has a beautiful gift for language and words that I do not. I wish I had recorded the moment in time in which he was telling it to me. I do know that I will never look at the gorgeous stone silos built by the hands of my immigrant, stone mason turned farmer, great-great-grandfather in the same way. Now in the stones I see the members of my extended family with all of their unique, individual rough edges and cracks and blemishes that make them beautiful individuals, and the mortar the Love of God that holds us together as a family and a"body." Knowing that you have a place to belong, where you are loved, and accepted in an entity that is bigger than yourself, that you can return to at will but are not tethered, gives you strength to blossom and grow as an individual.

Extra Ordinary Love

Love is not just to do something for someone —

love is not a sort of sentimentality and kissing each other and so on.

Love is to enter into covenant —

to know that you accept me as I am,

that you see my gift, but also that you see my wound.

That you won't abandon me when you see my wound,

that you won't just flatter me when you see my gift.

But you accept me as I am with all that is fragile,

all that is broken, all that is beautiful, too. . . .

Then the extraordinary thing is we can let down barriers,

we don't have to prove,

I don't have to pretend I'm better than you are,

I'm allowed to be myself.

I'm allowed to be myself because you love me.

- Jean Vanier, "Seeing God in Others"

For the present, I work at a church. About a month ago I was required to lead the bi-monthly staff meeting devotional (for the first time ever), a task that at first seemed daunting and intimidating. That is, of course, until I remembered I can paint! At any rate my prayer was that the Spirit would speak through me and that my words would be well received. I am not sure how well they were received except by the one person who afterwards made a point of telling me that I did a good job (of course, I had asked her to pray for me regarding it in the preceding days), but nonetheless I was satisfied that I had done my best. The passages that I wanted to reflect on were 1 Corinthians 12 & 13. Fairly common passages, but usually one reads or hears read either chapter 12 or chapter 13, when really they were intended to go together. I knew what I wanted to say. I knew what I thought our community needed to hear, but I wasn't sure exactly how to communicate it. So, as always, I went to my modern day treasure chest of information, "Google," and I came up with the article from which the above quote was extracted and shared some excerpts from it. It is an amazing article, if you have the time, you should most definitely read it in its entirety. Jean Varnier, although newly discovered by me, is a published author of several books that I now look forward to adding to my "must read" list.

I have come to realize that to experience this kind of love of which Vanier speaks is indeed a blessing not to be taken for granted. Unfortuantely it is not as prevalent in our world as it should be. I am one of the fortunate who is blessed enough to experience this kind of love within the context of their marriage. The other day I was conversing with a friend with whom I also share this kind of Christian love when I said that "Freakin' Wierdo" is a term of endearment in our household. I am sure that at first hearing my friend thought this a very odd thing, especially when the response question to that statement was, "Is that a mutual thing?" I laughed. I affirmed that it was, so as not to allow this person to think I was experiencing some form of verbal or psychological abuse, but I did not take the time to give a rough translation of that, although I think it was understood in context. When my husband tells me that I am a "Freakin' Wierdo," I am secretly dancing on the inside because what he means in common English, for which we have created the established shorthand is, "You're not like the rest of the world. You're a free thinker. You're independent. You don't conform to societal and cultural norms. You stand up for what what you believe in and are true to your principles and values, no matter what. You aren't easily influenced by the opinions of others. You march to the beat of your own drummer. You approach the world differently. . . and that's what I like best about you! That's what I love!" So, when I do something or relate something that elicits the response, "You're a freakin' wierdo," (and perhaps the silent or voiced question, "Who else does that???") we both laugh and usually embrace and I know that I have done especially well. . . and my heart sings!

One example of our extraordinary love is best seen when we begin a disagreement on completely opposite ends of the spectrum, both firmly entrenched in our stances. As we talk and discuss our viewpoints, after sometimes hours of talking, we love each other so much that we find ourselves having adopted the other's position somewhere along the way, so we end up again at completely opposite ends of the spectrum, just the polar opposite of where we each began, and now trying to convince one another to re-adopt their initial stance because it has become our stance. Then we laugh when we realize what we have done and then we begin to find some middle ground or simply agree to disagree.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed. - I. Krishnamurti

However, the love in 1 Corinthians, Chapter 13 (although a popular read at weddings) is not necessarily the romantic, eros love. It is Christian love for another human being, for who they are as a part of the body of Christ, as the end of Chapter 12, after describing the various gifts of the spirit, sets the stage with the lead in, "And now I will show you the most excellent way."

If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails . . . - 1 Corinthians 13: 1-8

Our most recent staff meeting devotional was on Romans 12, given by one of the two staff members who were not present for my previous one. Yes, if you are familiar with the passages, you will realize it is a variation on a theme from my own devotional. The message is still one that our community needs to embrace.

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with God's people who are in need. Practice hospitality. Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.

Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay,"says the Lord. On the contrary: "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head." Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. - Romans 12:9-21

This week's devotional leader started the meeting, prior to introducing the Bible passage, by having each staff member in turn, tell some key facts about themselves (that were listed in advance) that we might not otherwise have known about one another and then answer the question, "If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?" There were a few extremely lofty change goals listed around the table along with a couple of realistic items. My own desire for change in the world was that people would focus on truly seeing God in others and looking for and encouraging a person's gifts, rather than focusing on a person's weaknesses and transforming a person's life through Christ-like love, rather than attempting to change a person through punitive efforts to correct or reform another's faults or shortcomings.

Extraordinary Love changes things! In my present situation of such a huge life change from the outside, what matters most is that nothing really changes on the inside: I unconditionally love my husband and he unconditionally loves me. As long as that love remains, together, we can conquer anything; everything else is just icing on the cake. This is not to say that our marriage is a fairy tale, with nothing but bliss. Sometimes we disagree, we don't see things eye to eye, we exchange unkind words, we make each other cry (and not always tears of joy). We are human. We sin, but we also forgive one another and ourselves. Love is the foundation of our relationship. If some of the bricks crack or fall out of place because they were laid improperly, we can take them out and replace them with new ones as long as our foundation is secure. Extraordinary Love is authentic and genuine. I can always be completely open and honest with my husband, I don't have to pretend to be or think or feel anything that I am not or do not, nor does he with me. Usually we know one another so well that it is impossible to do so anyway, as the smallest of gestures or movements or sounds speak volumes.

"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends. - John 15:9-13

To be able to freely give and receive this type of Christ-like love in a marriage, a friendship, a familial relationship, or just with an acquaintance or someone you meet on the street, has the power to change the world. The question is not if you will make an impact on the lives of others that one comes into contact with, the question is what kind of impact will one make? There are those who fear the power of this type unconditional love that it will "enable" a person to continue with negative behaviors, if they are not focusing directly on prohibiting the negative behavior. I disagree. "Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved." - Barbara Johnson

I have never met a person whose great need
was anything other than real, unconditional love.
You can find it in a simple act of kindness
toward someone who needs help.
There is no mistaking love. You feel it in your heart.
It is the common fiber of life, the flame of that heats our soul,
energizes our spirit and supplies passion to our lives.
It is our connection to God and to each other.
- Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

Extra Ordinary Grace

Grace is available for each of us every day - our spiritual daily bread -
but we've got to remember to ask for it with a grateful heart
and not worry about whether there will be enough for tomorrow.
- Sarah Ban Breathnach

Grace comes in many forms. When I was a young teenager in Lutheran confirmation class, I was taught to remember the meaning of "grace" through the mnemonic device of an acronym:

G - God's
R - Riches
A - At
C - Christ's
E - Expense

It is one of those little tidbits of information that you store away in the filing cabinets of your mind for future reference and add it to the "general knowledge" folder...but in actuality it does little to help a person fully grasp and understand the concept behind the word. I am no longer Lutheran (that is a story for another day), but one of the local Lutheran churches in our area has given out blue bumper stickers with white letters that simply read, "GRACE Happens." I usually find myself behind one of these cars in traffic when I most need to be reminded of that fact and I think that, in and of itself, is an act of grace. Grace is not a concept that the average teenage confirmand can really, truly understand. Grace is something that does, just happen. Grace is something that one who has a relationship with our Saviour experiences through the trials and tribulations of life. We don't earn it or deserve it, but when we need it most, God knows, and it is there!

I have alluded to my impending life changes in several of my previous posts, and because I have experienced God's grace in the last week or so, I can talk about it more freely now where I was previously without words. Regarding my present life situation, I said to a friend two weeks ago, "There's a fine line between courage and crazy and only by the grace of God will we (my husband and I) end up on the right side of that line." To which she responded, "BTW, it takes both...Courage AND Crazy!" I have asked several people that I feel close to to pray for me in the preceding weeks, when I have at times been without words to pray for myself. If someone were to ask me today, however, I think I would confidently say that yes, we will end up on the right side of that line.

Faith is a living, daring confidence in God's grace, so sure and certain that a man could stake his life on it a thousand times. - Martin Luther

On the eighth of June, my husband, who has been a high school band director for the past fourteen years, fifteen really, if you count his student teaching and substitute teaching (he was a December graduate) before he landed his first full time position, announced to me that he was going to resign from his job and not just his job in the sense of his present position, but in the sense of changing careers. This was not a complete surprise as it has been an extremely difficult year in working with his parent organization or less aptly named "Booster Club," as they have done little to actually "boost" the organization and in several cases have actually hindered the program this year. I choose, however, in my post here not to focus on all of the minutiae that lead to this decision but rather on my reactions to it as it is not my story to tell. If you are interested to know, as Paul Harvey announces over the radio airwaves, "The Rest of the Story," you may read my husband's blog as he is chronicling what he calls his mid-life journey. As a side note here and brief commercial: he is an excellent writer and his blog, just two and a half weeks old, has already developed quite a global following and community of readers and he has received the "Thinking Bloggers Award" and the "Blogging Community Involvement Award," so check it out sometime.

Needless to say, my initial reaction to this announcement (even though we had talked about the possibility in vague generalities in the past few months) was shock, fear, anger - not at my husband, but at the people who have made his chosen life career something which he no longer loves -, distraught. Phew! None of those emotions are desirable to experience. My thoughts went to mortgage payments, health insurance, gas for our car, food, all of those things which cost money, money we would have much less of now. Up until this point the income from my 32 hour a week job had been a bonus, not something upon which we were dependent. Now looking at the possibility of it being our only income, it will not meet all of our financial needs alone. He told me that he strongly felt that God was calling him away from his current work so that he would be able to do something else, but he does not know what that something else is yet. As a result our living room and bedside table quickly became littered with such books as:

• Awakening At Midlife - Kathleen A. Brehony
• Find Your Purpose, Change Your Life - Carol Adrienne
• Finding Your Own North Star - Martha Beck
• Life's a Bitch and Then You Change Careers - Andrea Kay
• Practical Intuition - Laura Day
• The Pathfinder - Nicholas Lore
• Welcome To Your Crisis - Laura Day
• When Life Changes or You Wish It Would - Carol Adrienne

Then he asked me one of the more difficult requests of our married life, "Can you please give me two weeks to just work through this on my own, without any input, and then, when I am ready, I'll invite you back into the process?" As scary as that was, I said, "Yes, I can do that," and I left the discernment process to be simply between my husband and the Lord.

On Wednesday, June 13, I awoke with the words of Matthew 6:25-34 on my tongue. It was the first I had really begun to feel any sense of God having a say in all of this, but still I was not completely convinced. On Tuesday, June 26, while working (during my daily drive back from picking up the office mail), I was not really thinking about any of this at all when all of the sudden I just got a complete sense of peace about what was about to occur. I don't know where it came from other than the grace of God, but I was soon to find out why. Later that day, my husband met with a friend he considered to be "wise counsel," the first he had really invited anyone in to the discernment process and two hours later, he was pretty convinced of his decision - to resign from his career. I know that God gave me that peace because now I would need to be a strong support and a "soft place to fall." Since that time I have really felt no fear, apprehension, nor anything other than "This is what we are supposed to be doing." Ironically, my husband has since, through the process of drafting his resignation letter and cleaning out 14 years of accumulated stuff (eight at his present location), acquired some fear and apprehension of his own and I have been able to be the one who can say, "It's all going to work out. It's okay. You are doing the right thing."

Grace Happens! It happens when you least expect it. I don't know yet where we are going or what we will be doing three or even six months from now, but I know that God will be with us, and that's all I need to know, for now. I am beginning to even experience a sense of adventure, new beginnings offer new hope and new possibilities and new opportunities, right?

"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?" - Matthew 6:25-27