Monday, June 23, 2014

Fear versus Boldness

Fear or Fear Not

It’s been a little over three weeks since my 23-year-old daughter had a preventive double mastectomy.  She is moving into the healing stage just like she moved into the surgery stage – with bravery. 

I have spent the last three weeks processing many emotions and helping others to process theirs.  Leading up to the surgery, I had to deal with those that do not understand. Those that thought the surgery was done out of fear.  It was hard to convince them that it was more an issue of common sense.

Remembering a time that my own boldness was mistaken for fear still makes me cringe.  It had not even been a year since I buried my full-term, stillborn son when a “friend” stopped by my house to drop something off one day as I was backing out of the driveway.  We stood in the driveway and visited for a minute before she asked where I was going.

“Just running by the OB’s office to hear a heartbeat.” 

I was pregnant again.

“Shelly,” she replied with complete sincerity, “you should have more faith then that.”

I tried not to physically rock back on my heels from her verbal blow.  I steadied myself and then caught a glimpse of her infant son in her back seat.  She questioned my faith?  Her son was alive and well and sitting just a few feet from her!  My son went straight from my womb to my arms and then to his grave!

“If I didn’t have faith, I never would have gotten pregnant again.  It is only by faith that I can risk the pain of losing a child again.”

I honestly cannot remember if we ever spoke again.  Not because I was mad.  Just because.  They moved not long after that hurtful conversation and I didn’t pursue the friendship.

I took the chance of burying another child because of a boldness in my faith.  Not out of fear.

My daughter elected to have a mastectomy not out of fear but out of boldness.

I married into a family of bold women. These women knew their grandmother died of breast cancer and that their mother took care of her two-year-old brother.  These women watched their mother suffer from breast cancer and then helped to raise their two-year-old brother (my husband.)  These women watched their sister suffer from breast cancer and have tried to keep her memory alive for the four boys she left behind.

These bold women grabbed a hold of life.  They had mastectomies thirty years ago when it was completely uncommon.  They blazed the trail for their daughters ~ who then stepped out in boldness and made the same decision. This next generation blazed the trail for my daughters.

Not out of fear.  But out of a boldness – or, as we see it, simple common sense. But sometimes it takes boldness to take that common sense step. 

I am grateful.  If not for them, I believe that my daughter would not have made the choice at age 23 to cut her chances of breast cancer from 87% to less than 1%.

Boldness. Not fear. Faith. Not fear.

In the day when I cried out,
You answered me,
And made me bold with strength in my soul.
                                                                                                 Psalm 138:3

Are you fearful?  Then cry out to God and he will give you strength and boldness.

So be strong and courageous,
 all you who put your hope in the Lord!
                                                                                                                                                Psalm 31:24

So we may boldly say:
“The Lord is my helper;
I will not fear.
What can man do to me?
                                                                                                                              Hebrew 13:6

Stealing the lyrics of the “The Donut Man”  ~  “Be bold and be strong, banish fear and doubt, for the promises of God are to bless you going in and to bless you going out.” (Interesting fact, my girls went to bed at night and drove around in my car by day, listening to those words being sung. I prayed then and continue to pray now that those seeds planted sprout and take hold.) 

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Thursday, May 29, 2014

A Mastectomy at Age 23

I'm not chuckling today.  I still have my joy but I'm not chuckling.  I don't have a funny story with a spiritual truth to encourage you with today.  Why?  Tomorrow, my very brave, twenty-three year old newlywed daughter will have a preventative double mastectomy!  

She tells it best in her own words and you can read them here.

                                                                                     Photo: Michelle Boyd Photography

We are grateful that our HOPE is a secure anchor in Christ Jesus!
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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Tepid Tub

The Tepid Tub

I have a dear friend who is the mother of four children.  One of her teenagers is a son - the only son - and he has a fondness for long, steaming hot showers.  Even before he gets in the shower, he likes the bathroom to resemble a sauna.  In order to turn his plain bathroom into a sauna to rival that of any fine, luxury spa, he turns the hot water on full blast.  Once the steam is seeping out from under the door, he commences his near scalding shower.

And this is not an abbreviated shower.  Once the steam hits his brain, he completely and utterly forgets that he has a family that might also desire some warmth with their daily bath.  This teenage mutant child takes his time - reveling in the warmth - applying his manly scented body wash, shampoo and conditioner. He takes his time to make sure no soap or shampoo residue remains on him before finally shutting off the shower.

The freshly washed, relaxed and crisply dressed boy is ready for school when his father comes roaring out of the master bedroom.

"How many kids took a shower this morning?" he bellows.  His boisterous outburst falls on one pink-cheeked son who seems mighty relaxed. 

"Just me," comes the honest, feeble response.

The mother begins to position herself between the two testosterone driven creatures - one with steam rising off his skin - the other with steam coming out his ears.

"Well, son. I took a very, very cold shower because you used up all of the hot water!  Did you even think for a minute that someone else might like to have a hot shower this morning?"  He let that sink in before calmly adding, "For the next week, you will take tepid baths!"

"Yes, sir," the son replied to his chilled father.

That night, when the time drew near to the hour when the son would normally begin to create his spa inspired sauna, his father filled the tub with a mere three inches of very tepid water and then threatened him with all sorts of horrific consequences if he so much as heard a drip of water being added. A few minutes into the bath, the family heard noises coming from the bathroom.  The noises were coming from the teenager as he soaked in his tepid tub of discipline.

In a funny, Yoda-like voice the family heard him say, "Me doesn't like lukewarm baths."
" Me likes hot showers."
" Me thinks this punishment is too severe."
" Me thinks one night of a tepid bath would be sufficient"
" Me thinks it'll be a long week"
And on and on...

This teenage boy was taking his discipline, or "correction," with a degree of rebellion.  While not openly fighting against the punishment, he, nevertheless, used humor to make it known that he did not enjoy his correction. 

No one does.  NO one enjoys correction.  How many of us sit in our tepid tub of correction and fight?

~ Proverbs 12:1 says, "Whoever loves discipline, loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is      stupid." 
~ Proverbs 1:7b states, "but fools despise wisdom and discipline."
~ Proverbs 15:5 tells us that "a fool spurns his father's discipline but whoever heeds correction shows prudence and 13: 18 says "he who ignores disciple comes to poverty and shame but whoever heads correction is honored."

According to God's word - we should love correction and strive to be thankful for discipline in our lives.  When we are being corrected, we often sit and complain.

What if when the steam-sauna-seeker received his sentence he celebrated? 

What if he hugged his father and thanked him for saving him from stupidity?

What if he then planted a kiss on his mom's forehead, picked her up and twirled her around exclaiming, "Yippee!  I'm going to be saved from poverty and shame!  I will be honored." 

What if, as the teenager lowered his body into the lukewarm water, he yelled for all the house to hear, "Hallelujah!  I'm not a fool.  I'm prudent!"

What a difference. What if, when the Lord disciplines us, we embrace and celebrate it?  According to scripture, we should be grateful for the Lord's correction instead of grumbling in our tepid tub.

Lord, help me to celebrate the tepid tub of correction, as well as, the
warm shower of grace and mercy. 

Help me to soak in your gentle washing of discipline.

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Have a comment? Have you ever set in the Tepid Tub of correction and grumbled?

Friday, March 21, 2014

I Hate Pinterest

Back in the 90’s, there was a show on cable TV with a homely lady and a geeky guy.  I cannot even remember the name of the people or the name of the show.  But I tuned in to watch each week. I even programmed my VCR to record the show!  And then I went out and tried to emulate the projects they did on the show.  (This was before we had a kazillion channels with satellite, or HGTV.)

I loved one episode where they did a birdhouse themed room so in the kid’s room that was too young to protest, I applied a fence picket wallpaper border, hung birdhouses, painted the room blue with clouds near the ceiling. I loved it.  The daughter? Not so much.

The Craft gods must have been watching us stay at home mommies watching that cheesy show because the next thing we know – BAM!  HGTV! And we were glued to the screen to figure out how to craft our homes into some amazing show home for pennies on the dollar.  And then another channel popped up. 

But these shows were geared to us “older folks.” While we “older folks” were trying to paint and stamp and sponge ourselves into a wonderful home, the Craft gods were watching.  And they created Pinterest. (Actually, Pinterest wasn’t created as a crafting, decorating, DIY site but most everyone I know uses it that way.)

I hate Pinterest. Just today. Just this week.  The week of my oldest daughter’s wedding.  Why?  Before Pinterest, Mother’s-of-the-Brides-to-be just bought their daughter three or four of those big, thick wedding magazines.  That was enough to give you some ideas and pass them on to the cake lady, the florist, and the seamstress.

Now, with Pinterest, Brides-to-be can spend hours and hours comparing.  Comparing and comparing.  (And mother’s of the bride and groom can spend hours and hours at Michael’s and Hobby Lobby trying to gather supplies to copy the ideas that the bride and groom envision with the help of Pinterest.)

Information Overload.  Or should I say, Idea Overload.  Maybe too much of a good thing is  ~ too much. 

All of the ideas are beautiful but it makes the decision making process lengthy and difficult. 

The wedding is two days away so I think it is safe to put away my craft supplies and concentrate on the joyous day! 

Okay, I don’t really hate Pinterest.  Maybe after the wedding, I’ll have time to Pin. #pinterestfordummies  

One last note, because of Pinterest and my daughter’s amazing knack for creativity, her wedding will be much more lovely and beautiful than mine! J

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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Cheer Squad


One of my daughters recently finished a long month of “musical.”  She had practices every night after school until 8:00 or 9:00pm.  Then she had four days of performing the show. Lots of emotions at the end as it was the last time most would perform together and they were a “family.” 

                  I tried to cheer my daughter.

My husband came home from a long week of travel.  Several issues were pressing on him and weighing him down.

                  I tried to cheer him.

Two family members. One a teenager.  One a spouse.  Both exhausted and run down.  Both needed a cheerleader.

Enter, me.

Me, the optimist.

Me, the problem solver.

Me, the cheerleader.

But being the cheerleader doesn’t mean I agree with their feelings and emotions.  Sometimes being the cheerleader means saying, “Go to bed!”

Sometimes being the cheerleader means asking, “When was the last time you listened to uplifting music instead of the news or music that doesn’t calm your spirit? ”

Sometimes being the cheerleader means prompting, “Who is around you that speaks life to you? It can’t always be me.  You need others to speak LIFE to you.”

Have you ever seen just one cheerleader in front of the crowd leading the cheers?

No.  There is a whole squad of cheerleaders! One cheerleader would not be effective.  One cheerleader could not cheer loud enough or be seen by the fans.  One cheerleader cannot do formations, tosses or lifts that thrill the crowd.

We can’t have only one cheerleader in our lives.  We need a squad! 

If you only have one cheerleader in your life, you need more!  If your spouse or mom or dad or best friend or any other one person is the only one that speaks life to you, you are in trouble. 

You need other cheerleaders.  You need a squad.

I have a cheer squad.  And the members of my squad don’t even know they are on a squad.  In fact, until recently, two of my squad members for the past twenty plus years did not even know each other.  But they have been cheering me on for years! Without them, I would have lost perspective. Lost hope. Lost the ability to see the positive.


There is protection in numbers. There is promise in numbers. There is perspective in numbers.

If we are not on a squad, we can easily become isolated and that is dangerous.

You need cheering as you play this game of life. You need a squad.

How do you get a squad?  Join a church.  Join a group within your church. Attend a Bible study. Find life-giving people and “hang out” with them. 

Now, go to bed. J

“Let’s see how inventive we can be in encouraging love and helping out, not avoiding worshiping together as some do but spurring each other on…” Hebrews 10:25 MSG
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