Like water

Like water

A re-post as true today as the day I wrote it, and my prayer as I get ready for MOPS International Summit... Leaving in just a few hours. Can’t wait!

Like water…

I want to blow with the wind of His spirit.

Like water, I want to refresh and renew.

Like water I want to erode away boundaries and create new water ways.

Like water, I want to be deep and still.

Like water I want to be still when he calls “Peace”.

Like water- I want to toil and find power.

Like water, I want to bring cleansing to everything I touch.

Like water, I want to magnify the light that comes from you.

Like water, I want to bubble with joy.

Like water, I want to bring oxygen and air to fish struggling to breathe…

Like water.. God make me like water… Let me drink in your presence and pour out your love.

Like water.

What’s wrong with this picture?

For one thing, it’s not a pond. It is a ditch.

Those are ducks, in a ditch.


I see it all the time. It bugs me. There are ponds nearby.  There are lakes. (I live in Michigan… there are lakes everywhere!) There are rivers and creeks… all with clean, fresh (well, for the most part clean.. at the very least clean-ER than ditches)water.

Yet daily, I run, walk and drive, past ducks, paddling around, in ditches.

I wonder if they know there are better places to swim?  I wonder if they know there are better places for “romantic getaways?”  (It’s almost always a couple, as pictured, above.) I wonder if they will soon be raising their little ducky families to swim in ditches?  (Actually, I don’t wonder about that, I’ve seen whole duck families in ditches it’s sad.:()

This morning, on my run, I passed by these ducks, and I wondered whether this is how God sees me sometimes… paddling around in a dirty ditch, when there are so many beautiful places I could be swimming….

Don Miller talks a lot about story.. and how we often live lame stories when they could be so much more incredible.. if we took risks, if we asked “What if”.  If we left our ditches and found fresh water….

In a lot of ways, I’ve been swimming in a ditch and happy to do it.  I’ve been depressed about my weight, and afraid to take some next steps in writing… I’ve been living on the edge of my dreams afraid that if I step out of my ditch to move toward it….. well… I might get run over….

You know what?  It would be better to be run over trying to get out of this ditch, than to keep swimming in it.

I’m out. A few weeks ago- when Don asked the “What if” question.. I responded with what if I got off the couch instead of complaining about my weight?  Well… I did it. And today?  I walked/ran 5 miles! (we won’t discuss how long it took- others have run marathons in that time..) I’m working on writing and submitting…and taking some huge risks there too… I want to get  over the fear that keeps me in the ditch…

Today I want you to think about yours… are you living a lame story?  Are you swimming in a ditch?  What keeps you there? I hope you’ll find you’re way out… I’m looking for mine;) I think I may even be scrambling up the side of the ditch.. on my way out!

1 My son, do not forget my teaching,
but keep my commands in your heart,

2 for they will prolong your life many years

and bring you prosperity.

3 Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart.

4 Then you will win favor and a good name
in the sight of God and man.

5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;

6 in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.

7 Do not be wise in your own eyes;
fear the LORD and shun evil.

8 This will bring health to your body
and nourishment to your bones. Proverbs 3:1-8

Ultimate Blog Party 2010

Re-post- because we all have these days:

It had taken two full days to get ready, but, I was on a mission.  To buy my first post-baby pair of jeans.  I had a coupon, a sale and a gift card, the holy trinity of shopping.

I carefully planned and prepared:

  • Diaper bag stocked like a – check
  • Stroller and it’s toys ready and in the car- check
  • Car full of gas- check
  • Walks shoveled to provide safe passage to said vehicle-check
  • Breasts emptied to avoid frontal leakage- check
  • Baby kept awake all morning and ready for a nap- check
  • Credit card ready and (somewhat) willing in my wallet-check
  • Coupon and gift card to help the credit card not cause checkout failure humiliation- check.
  • Mall open for business and sale at my favorite store confirmed- check
  • Dressed in clothing (almost) suitable for public viewing-  check. (Well, I had shoes on, not slippers with my comfy mom-sweats.  That was the main difference between my public/private attire:P)

I loaded my little baby burrito (well he looked like one in his brown snowsuit and extra blanket) into his car seat, aware that the great mommy-stopwatch had started ticking.  I had exactly 2 hours before his next feeding, plenty of time to get to the mall and find a pair of pants that fit, before a nursing break, right?

I could do this.

I had everything under control.

Or so, I thought.

Pulling into the mall parking lot, I ran into my first problem: parking.  It was January and the parking lot had been plowed. Mounds of snow ate up precious near- the door parking spots.  The one spot available was near a sign reading L-7.  It was about equidistance between the mall, and my home.


The stopwatch in my mind marked times’ passage.

“Do I take this spot and hurry in, or do I play parking lot stalker and keep following people with bags hoping to snag a closer spot? Which will take more time?” I went with option L-7.

“I have an extra blanket in the diaper bag. he’ll be toasty, and I can hurry inside.” I told myself.

I struggled to pop open the stroller, then reached in for my little guy. He was asleep.  “SCORE.” Maybe my plan was working. I covered him with the extra blanket I’d packed in the portable babies r us, I mean diaper bag.

Ready, I pushed on.

“Bump.  slush, bump, splash.”

I hadn’t accounted for off-road like parking lot conditions.

I aimed for the ruts in the snow, lifting the back of the stroller to avoid more bumps.  Like an Iditarod racer- minus the dogs… I pushed on.

TICK. TICK. TICK.           (Click “more” to read the rest:)