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Abide

The word abide has made an impression on my heart. Many times I’ve pondered what it truly means to abide. I know I am to abide in Christ and my understanding is that abiding means to live with Christ daily but as I am listening to the song, Abide in me, I’m wondering the significance in the choice of the word abide and the need to dig. The song stirs up a longing to do it right. Am I abiding fully? How do I abide correctly? Can I abide wrong? It’s time to explore and know for sure.

Understanding words gives deeper meaning to sentences or in this case, truths. Sometimes we know the general meaning of a word and gloss over it when reading because we get the concept. I believe this is one of those words we need to slow down and understand more. I know in my spirit that if we grasped all of what it meant to abide, our lives would change.

Abide: (verb)

Accept, act in accordance with

Continue with out fading or being lost; to live, to dwell.

Old English: wait, onward

The definition is not far from what I knew; to live, dwell, to accept but as I suspected, there was an important piece missing in my mind. To continue with out fading or being lost leaps off the page, screen actually. As I grow in my faith journey the times I feel lost are less and less but there was a time I often felt lost and was living life by going through the motions. If that is you, there is no shame in that—keep going it will get better. For me, the continue with out fading was a smack in the face. Right now I am tired and have felt the fade, gratefully I am on my way to a conference to refuel and be still. I must get better at that. In my car, I am 100% the wait till the tank is practically empty before filling up kind of person. Apparently, I do this with my soul as well. I go, go, go and then go on fumes till I can make it to refuel. This year, I decided NO MORE…..actually, I’ve decided this AGAIN, this year. This is not a new issue I deal with, but once again I find myself in this place of too busy, too tired and little to give others. Ahhh, I’m laughing at myself, that a little word or not so little word woke me up again.

Do better! Do differently! Abide.

How? How do I do it differently? How does one abide? I go to my Bible app and search abide but I’m in flight so searching doesn’t work. So what do I know? To abide is to live and I know John 15 is about living with Christ. (I am not good at bible references and using a digital Bible doesn’t help. Mostly, I type in the verse I’m looking for and let it tell me the reference or ask my husband who has an incredible memory for knowing what is where in the Bible.) I spent a few months reading and rereading John 15 (so I have that reference down). The first version I read says “Remain in me, and I in you”. I read the chapter and all I learned comes back like an old friend then as I often do, I check another version, ESV, and there it is. ABIDE!

As you know, when writers or speakers want to emphasize something and get a point across they repeat it. They repeat it. The safety instructions on the plane are given once and also on a card to read. The check engine light in my car goes on and stays on until I fix it.

In John 15 with in 8 verses the word abide is used ten times.

10 times shouts that this is something we need to understand and work at until we fix it. We must get this right.

Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.”

John 15:4-11 ESV

TEN times. Again, my nature would be to gloss over a few of these 10 but I can not. There is a reason this word weighs on me, I need to get it. We need to get.

1. I am to dwell in God with out fading and God will dwell in me. God chooses to dwell in me! I know this but it still gets me every time.

2. A branch can only produce fruit while it is attached to the vine.

3. We, the branch, must stay connected to Christ, the vine, in order to produce anything.

4. In case we missed it in the sentence before, Stay in Christ, apart from Christ we can do nothing.

5. When we choose to separate from God, we shrivel, die and eventually are discarded.

6 & 7. There is a huge reward when we stand firm and live in Christ and read and listen to His words. God will show up for us and answer our requests. Our lives glorify God with the good fruit we produce as a result of our obedience and earnestly seeking Christ.

8. He loves us! We are to accept, continue with out fading, live, dwell with in God’s love.

9. If we follow God’s commandments, we will live in God’s love.

10. Jesus set the example for us and followed God’s commandments and dwelled in God’s love and because of this we will have abundant joy.

That is where I want to be! I want to live a life so full I am overflowing with joy. Each day I choose to abide. I abide by staying connected through reading, praying and listening. I abide through worship. I recognize and thank God wherever I may be. What we dwell on and in we become. The natural outpour will be love for others. The love in turn creates joy, abundant joy.

Yes please, I want more joy. Joy so full it pours out onto all those around me.

We must learn to abide, to live unwavering in accordance with and in connection to the vine.

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Washing Feet

I am an all year flip flop girl which is unfortunate as I live in the midwest. In the winter, I wear them indoors and an occasional 1 minute trip down to my sisters house if it is not hideous outside. In the summer time, I wear them all day every day. This does come at a price, my feet can be tough like leather on the bottom and at the end of each day I feel the layer of world that has attached to my feet. During the day, I enjoy the grass, sand and earth between my toes but as soon as I think about bed I feel every spec of dirt. I MUST wash my feet.

Jesus knew what the coming days would bring. He felt the weight of it and understood the significance. All twelve of the disciples were invited to join him around the table. They were not aware how meaningful this time would be. As they arrived, Jesus grabbed a towel and washed the feet of each of his trusted, beloved friends. Their feet must have been leathery and the dirt from the roads and the world would have crept into the cracks of their heals and wrinkles in their skin. This was no quick rinse instead Jesus got on his knees and scrub off the dirt and filth. He humbly served his beloved.

This story is not a new one to me. I have heard it, read it, pictured it many many times but this time I was struck by something new. Jesus loved each of disciples. He kept his 12 friends close and shared everything with them so serving them seemed a natural. What I had not considered was that as he washed their feet and served each on in this close personal way, he knew how they would treat him. He knew what the days to come would hold. Jesus knew the ultimate betrayal Judas would do as he lovingly served him. Jesus knew that Peter would deny him 3 times as he lovingly served him. Jesus knew that he would beg them to be by his side in the garden and they would fall asleep leaving him alone. Jesus poured his life into each of these friends and each would disappoint him in the end but he washed their feet, he loved them anyway.

My feet are filthy because I walk through the world. I love and want to honor Jesus with my life but I get dirty. I get this world in the cracks and in the creases. I deny Christ through my actions. He pleads for me to be with him and yet I choose the world. I break his heart and yet my Father loves me enough to invite me in, to lovingly serve me, to wash my feet and make me clean. He knows my sins, my flaws and yet my Father invites me to break bread. He invites me to His table, over and over. I am loved in this amazing way so I must do the same.

 

Keep on keeping on friends. xo, ari

 

 

 

 

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Ouch

OUCH

I love the Bible App. Maybe it’s the convenience of it or that I can make the letters huge on my screen? Don’t get me wrong, I am still a paper girl and love a good pen and my old Bible but I’m also a tech girl and love my gadgets. Many mornings I grab my phone while still in bed and open the Bible app. The light is too bright and my eyes haven’t adjusted to the world yet so I have it read to me. I listen to the words and pray.

After a month of zero sleep in or lazy start mornings, I am up early even though I don’t have to be so what seems to be a normal response to me, I refuse to get up. I will stay in bed, wide awake. After 20 minutes of my mind wondering here and there I decide to wrangle it back in and be intentional. I open my Bible App.

I see a large number staring at me, 291.

Hmmm, my mind is in for one more rabbit trail before I settle into the word. 291, I tap into it. Oh wow! I have been in the Bible 291 days this year. I fall for it and take the pat on the shoulder I know is coming from somewhere but instead I feel the comforting rub on the shoulder with the words, “Ohhh hunny”. You know, the one gentle hand shoulder rub? The “it’s okay, I fell for it too” one? Yup, that was it.

I did the math. 291 days is 79.7% That is not even a solid B! (The semester grades were recently finalized in my household so these convos are fresh in my head.) I was ready to throw a victory dinner for the lower end of a borderline grade at best. OUCH. Well, maybe I should review this further and ask the questions parents ask. Because I am an adult I will immediately put the excuses aside and not discuss how I also read my paper Bible and books about the Bible but I won’t go there because as an adult I would also have to look at the time spent on the phone total vs the time in the Bible app. DOUBLE OUCH.

Instead stick to the questions, only the questions….. Did I put my full effort into it? Did I do my best work? Is this my full potential? Is my current ability only C+/B- work? Is the Bible App not my thing?

Gulp.

No.

No. No. No. No.

Deep breath. Sigh. Ouch.

Thank God, literally that God is not a shaming parent and not one of condemnation and guilt. Instead God looks us in the eyes and says, “Good effort but I know you can do better. I love you, now keep at it and maybe look at completing those many reading plans you start. Focus, I need you to be prepared for the big plans that are in store for you. Go girl, you got this because I got you.”

I’m sorry God. I’ll do better because I KNOW your plan is better than mine. You see the big picture and know what is best for me and in order to hear your will I must spend time reading your words, not the worlds.

This journey isn’t easy and requires commitment, reflection and grace. This is how we grow.

I’m still not out of bed but have a lot stirring in my heart and head. I am grateful God is not done with me yet.

What is God rubbing your shoulder gently and saying “Oh hunny” to you today? Read. Pray. Listen.

“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’”

‭‭Mark‬ ‭12:30‬ ‭NIV‬‬

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MOSI-VALI-TATU…

I grew up spending my summer on adventures with my grandparents at camp in in the UP,  a cabin on Diamond Lake in Canada or a cabin on a tiny lake in Northern Wisconsin. The common elements of the 3 included unplugged family time with each other, God and nature. As a kid, the common element was the lake, all day lake time. I am a lake girl at the core.  Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the ocean but there is something special about a lake, maybe it’s my shark phobia, but I digress.  I am a lake girl just like my Gram.

My Gram lead the charge to the lake every day, no matter the temperature.  Those northern mornings are not what many would consider swimming weather but we typically did not take that into consideration, every sunny day was a swimming day.  My sisters and I would get in our suits, stay wrapped in our towels and stand at the end of the pier waiting.  We were waiting for an adult to come down, of course there was no swimming with out an adult near the lake.  We giggled and danced on the pier. We stared at the water. On warmer mornings we would dangle our toes in, but not on the side where a Muskie lived. Our toes were only safe on the swimming side. We did all the things we could do to distract our minds while we were in the waiting.  Sometimes, if we waited long, mind you 4 minutes is long in a young mind, on the cold mornings we began to question why we were standing there watching the fog from the cold air hitting the warmer water.   Minute 5 is when the doubt began to creep in.  Maybe we should find something cozy to do? Maybe today should start out slower? Maybe today was not made for adventure?  MAYBE….but then we would hear the screen door creek open and hear the squeals and joy of my Gram.  The adventure filled day was about to erupt.

Gram greeted us each with her laughter and love.  She got to the end of the pier and exclaimed… MOSI-VALI-TATU which is 3-2-1 in Umbundu and then she leaped off the pier.  The hooting and hollering started as soon as she bobbed up.  She laughed and yelled it was cold, cold, cold then had to reassure us that is was not too cold.  It seemed the hooting and hollering made the cold fade and soon she began to count down for us to jump, MOSI-VALI-TATU,  MOSI-VALI-TATU, MOSI-VALI-TATUuuuuuuu, until we each jumped in.  Filled with excitement and fear, we jumped into the cold dark lake.  Sometimes we jumped alone and sometimes together. Sometimes we jumped on the first count but sometimes it took a second count.

Each day was  different but lake days started with this little ritual. It seemed like nothing more than a fun game at the time but as I wrap up 2018 and think about 2019, I see  all that it provided.   First, we learned the value of waiting.  Waiting can be hard, but worth it.  When I have a plan in mind and  I wait on God’s plan instead of rushing in, the blessings are better than I anticipated.  Gram taught us that we needed guidance and we could trust her.  Today she is gone but I remember her ways.  She also taught us that God is our true trustworthy, everlasting guide.   She showed us how to be brave and to encourage others to be brave too.  We need to cheer each other on and count down together.  Sometimes it looks like cheering from the water and sometimes it is standing next to each other holding  hands and counting it down.  Finally, choose the adventure! Don’t doubt yourself, retreat or sit on the sideline.  Jump in, the adventure is waiting. The adventure is worth it.

So, spend some time and write down  bold dreams for 2019.  Think about who will  cheer you on or hold your hand and count it down.  Pray about these dreams and ask what more God has in store for you. God’s plan is always good and bigger than your dreams. It requires you to be strong and courageous and requires a YES and AMEN.

Are you ready?

MOSI-VALI-TATUuuuuuuuuuuu

 

 

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Look up and ahead, not down

It is the end of the year and once again my schedule is overloaded.  I’ve been cherishing the bits and pieces of down time with my people but definitely found myself looking down instead of ahead.  It’s time to look ahead, plan my route. I came across this reminder I wrote  and thought if I needed the words, maybe you do too…

 

When you first learn to ski you have the tendency to look down at your skis thinking it’s helping you control your skis and out come but actually you need to be looking ahead of your skis. You need to trust the equipment and the skills you’ve learned to know how to maneuver and look ahead to see what’s on the rise and determine where your next best move is.

There are days, weeks or even seasons where we get stuck looking down at our own circumstances or even checking out other’s circumstances instead of looking ahead and trusting what we’ve got is good enough. When we are caught up looking down, we can miss what is coming up and wipe out terribly. Don’t do that.

So, if you find yourself staring at your skis these days, take a pause, a deep breath, look up to the skies and thank God for all his beauty, then trust your equipment, look ahead and GO!

xo, ari

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Look up and ahead, not down

It is the end of the year and once again my schedule is overloaded.  I’ve been cherishing the bits and pieces of down time with my people but definitely found myself looking down instead of ahead.  It’s time to look ahead, plan my route. I came across this reminder I wrote  and thought if I needed the words, maybe you do too…

 

When you first learn to ski you have the tendency to look down at your skis thinking it’s helping you control your skis and out come but actually you need to be looking ahead of your skis. You need to trust the equipment and the skills you’ve learned to know how to maneuver and look ahead to see what’s on the rise and determine where your next best move is.

There are days, weeks or even seasons where we get stuck looking down at our own circumstances or even checking out other’s circumstances instead of looking ahead and trusting what we’ve got is good enough. When we are caught up looking down, we can miss what is coming up and wipe out terribly. Don’t do that.

So, if you find yourself staring at your skis these days, take a pause, a deep breath, look up to the skies and thank God for all his beauty, then trust your equipment, look ahead and GO!

xo, ari