Marian Vischer

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Marian, I am a God who conceives things. This is not simply who I was at a single point in history. It is who I am and will always be. It is what I do within those who I have called for divine purposes. But you must yield to it.Always, you have a choice. Receive? Or refuse? Clench your fists? Or open your hands?God meets you here, at the intersection of the right-now and the hoped-for. He has gifts for you unwrap, no matter how barren or chaotic things feel.The gift of acceptance, which gives way to peace.The gift of surrender, which gives way to trust.The gift of laughter, which gives way to not taking yourself so seriously.The gift of patience, which gives way to perseverance.The gift of his presence, which gives way to joy and gratitude in the unlikeliest of circumstances.But first, you have to receive. You have to relax your grip, give up your (illusion of) control, and let go of your agenda.This is the key to living in the tension between your actual life and your hoped-for life.To receive the grace and unexpected gifts that comes with surrender, trust, and hope.I’ve lived through heartbreaking seasons where the unknowns stacked so high, I couldn’t see to take the next step. And I’ve lived through regular ol’ frustrating days of circumstances and people that conspired against my perfectly acceptable agenda.Whether your current season feels broken in an extreme way or messy in a normal way, I’m learning (still) that “receiving your own life” is the key to finding peace and purpose right where you are.I’m also learning that the broken stories we receive can one day shine with the beauty of redemption. (But that’s a message for another time.)I’m so happy to offer these hand-stamped key necklaces with the word “Receive.” A sweet reminder for you or for someone you love who’s in a season or situation of struggle, of waiting, of hopeful expectation. It could also be for someone struggling to receive a time of rest or respite. Pain isn’t the only thing we learn to receive. When life has brought long seasons of struggle, receiving blessing can feel counterintuitive, even wrong. In the same way we learn to receive the unwanted gifts, we must also learn to receive God’s heart of abundance for us.You can order by clickingthis link.Brass + hand-stamped + 14” drop / 2” keyComes with a “Receive” printable so you can give the necklace as a gift without someone saying, “What a weird word to put on a necklace!”Limited supply. Shop will be open through Monday, December 10th or until they’re sold.$20 shippedThanks for embracing this message with and supporting this little holiday pop-up shop! Feel free to leave any questions in the comments section.Fiveposts into writing a blog series I loved in early 2018, “The Sacred Art of Receiving Your Right-Now Life,” I found myself drowning in a sea of very normal roles and responsibilities. I’ve been living out the message of that series in real time instead of writing it down and hitting the “publish” button like I’d planned.There was nothing crisis-like or dramatic about any of it, only that all the things conspired against my writingall at the same time. Or at least that’s how it felt.Married with three childrenIhave a job, but it’s not full time.And because it’s not full-time, a year ago I also took on a couple of freelance jobs that becametriple the work of what I expected. (Lesson learned.)My kids were doing all of their kid things. Two of them are teenagers, which means there’s no end to the shenanigans (and maternal angst.)From February until the end of school, I lived in constant stress. Then summer and working from home with kids. Bless it.After nearly 20 years of teaching Economics to college students, my husband began a brand new career last August. We’re grateful and excited; it’s such a good fit for him. But it’s meant long hours, working on Saturdays, and yours trulyfilling in the gaps. It won’t always be like this, but building a businessrequires a great dealof heart and hustle (and uncertainty.)Also? Our girl graduates from high school in less than 8 weeks, and this year has stretched each of us in ways we couldn’t have known ahead of time.But do you see what I mean? These are normal things, good things. Every role and responsibility I have means that I’ve been entrusted with gifts and people and opportunities to nurture and steward. But good things still come with hardship.Which brings me to the first thing I’m learning during a season of living my stories instead of writing them down:Sometimes we can’t help it. Sometimes we really are at the mercy of season and circumstance. But sometimes we let too many things in during a season that’s already sagging under the weight of all the good things.Like a generous host throwing a grand party, we leave the door open and the lovely guests keep filing in, champagne glasses held high in celebration. Next thing you know, the floor has collapsed under the weight ofthis fineparty. Here’s the part where I chuckle because this exact thing literally happened last year in the town where I live. It’s fine. No one was seriously injured. It’s a metaphor thatworks, is what I’m saying.I’ve only fully realized this overthe last several months and guys, it’s a game-changer. Busy as I am, I have actual time on my hands. We all do if we’re brutally honest. What I don’t have leftover is energy. And the things I really miss (like regular writing) require a mental and emotional energy that’s currently taken up by other required roles and responsibilities.Once I realized this, I was able to let go of some of the guilt and striving, and replace it with grace and acceptance. I’m still sad about it. But all of my brain power and emotional reservesare currently spoken for. (See #4 if you want to know where it’s going.)A lot of us struggle with doing tasks that we don’t feel like doing. We procrastinate, distract ourselves, and make excuses. I have a friend who’s currently writing a book. As in, she’s under contract to write a book. One morning she texted me, “Haven’t gotten one word down on paper this morning but my hair and make-up look exceptionally good.” I laughed so hard because THIS IS WHAT WE DO.And some of us struggle more than others. (Ahem, it’s me.)Add to this equation that I work mostly from home, which means it’s easy for worktasks and mom / wife / home / life tasks to bleed together into an existence whereI always feel “on” and never “off.” My brainis in a constant state of whiplash from switching back and forth between vastly different roles and tasks.“Enough,” I said to myself in January. “You are a grown-upand you can do this differently.”Now Itryto have three days a week when I work full-time and two days a week that are for my other “job,” the one where I plan the meals, get the groceries, run the errands, fill out the paperwork, email the teachers and coaches, decipher FAFSA forms, do the laundry, (take a nap,) etc.We’re all different but my brain works better when it has a long runway in the same direction. I’m more efficient with the work I do for my job when my brain gets in that zone and can just stay there for hours. The same is true for domestic life. It only makes sense tostructure life in accordance withhow my brain works. It’s required all sorts of rearranging and it will never be a perfect system, but it’s given me a renewed sense of hope that I can get through this season with a measure of wholeness and stability.I can’t stress enough that this doesn’t always work perfectly.The last few weeks my rhythms have been off and I’ve had to accept it. But each weekI begin again and ask for grace. Always, I try to hold it loosely.4. If you’re living in a pivotal life season, even one that’s not a crisis,it will take up more space in your head and heart than you realize.No one can tell you what it’s like duringthe last year before your child becomes, in theory, an adult.I recently told a friend that I feel a low-grade sadness all the time. I miss this girl of mine already and she hasn’t even gone anywhere yet.I think it’s because of this. When you hold that baby in your arms, 18 years feels like a very long time. It’s overwhelming, how long 18 years seems when you’re on the front end. But here we are. Though I hope and pray that our relationship will be always be close, that I’ll always be a trusted voice in her life, I know that most of the formative work is done. It is sobering beyond words, partly because I see all that I did wrong, all that I omitted, all that I didn’t know and now I do.It’s also this. Senior year means we’re all living in the tension between a child still being under our roof and soonnotbeingunder our roof. Giving as much freedom as possible within boundaries is messy. It looks different for every child and it mayexhaust you like nobody’s business.Back in October, I drew up a “Senior Syllabus,” something we could all refer to throughout the twists and turns of this year. Sure, it’s been somewhat helpful but the truth is, there’s no real guidebook for this. We’re all simply making our way one day at a time. I pray a lot and I process it with a couple of trusted people in my life. I probably need to have a good cry or tenbut I’m afraid that if I give myself permission to do that, I won’t crawl out of the corner for days.For me, that thing has been my own writing. Again, it’s not that I don’t have leftover time. Monday I spent six hours of my day writing and editing content for my job. By 8 pm, I had no mental energy left, even though I didn’t go to bed for another two and a half hours. Sure, I could have come downstairs to my desk for personal writing time, but with what brain-power? (See point #2.)Five-ish years ago I read a little book calledCrazy Busyby Kevin DeYoung. He saidmany wise and timely things but here’s thephrasethat’s stayed with me.We mustchoose our absence, our inability, and our ignorance – and choose wisely. The sooner we embrace this finitude, the sooner we can be free.In the last year, I’ve said no to speaking engagements that would have brought much personal joy and fulfillment. I said no to teaching a periodic class, even though I miss teaching and would have loved it. I turned downadditional freelance work even though the money was good.And I’ve said no to regular writing and publishing my own words, for now, because it requires energy and intention I need to save for other things. Yes, it’s life-giving and makes me feel most like myself. And yes, this joy has a way of spilling over into my everyday life. But I tend to run after this joy, this work of my heart, with too much gusto,leaving my people in the wake. Though I desperately want to learn how to curb my own ambition and enthusiasm, I’m not there yet. And this high-stakesseason is simply too precious and fragile to risk.I’ve been storing up posts and ideas in very organized and professional ways–scattered Word docs on my computer, iPhone notes, even an entire book I’ve outlined in a spiral notebook. I started it two years ago and I keep scribbling in it. I also want to write about teenagers–about daughters and about sons. I want to write about acceptance, doubt, everyday faith, and how the life of Christ has everything to teach us about receiving our right-now lives, even as we wait with hope.If you’re in a similar season of working, of waiting, of wondering if “your time” will ever come around, know that you’re in good company. And that company isn’t just me. It’s Jesus.One of the things I’ve learned from studying his life is that God’s timing for our work is perfect, and that Christ himself is with us as we labor–whether it’s scrubbing the dishes (what I’m doing after I finish this,) helping with an overwhelming research paper on Macroeconomics and The Great Recession (what I’m doing after I finish the dishes #LordBeNear,) or being diligent in the work you’ve been paid to do (what I’m doing after I finish those other two things.)As I labor in everyday ways, I inviteJesus, the one who filled the nets of his weary working friends with fish, helped them cook it up for breakfast, and then offered them a feast on the beach. This is his heart for us. Hemeets us as we struggle with discouragement, fatigue, and lack. He cares aboutallof our work, and delights to show up alongside us with compassion, grace, and sometimes a feast. (John 21:1-14)Whatever season you’re in, I pray you will experienceChrist’s presencewith you, and know his heart of abundancefor you.Thanks for being here. (And for reading all the words. I sure know how to make up for lost time.)I do post on Instagram pretty regularly @marianvischer. It’s a little bit of personal life (think college visits + laughable school projects + how I redid my kitchen backsplash with stickers,)a little bit of writing, a little bit of everyday beauty.In the last year I’ve enjoyed writing a couple ofseries there.10 Things to Tell You SerieslastSeptember, hosted by Laura Tremaine.Here’s a link to the first post in that series.When I do publish here, or if you’d like to stay in the loop with news I only share with subscribers, sign up in the email box and you’ll be the first to know all the things. : )What does it look like to receive your right-now life just as it is and not how you want it to be?What does it look like to receive this season of work you wish you didn’t have to do?What does it look like to receive this season of parenting? Of marriage? Of income? Of keeping so many plates spinning, you’re positively dizzy?That’s been the purpose of this series — to encourage your soul in the midst of your right-now season and to provide you with practical tips to make the “receiving” a little bit easier.Today, we’re getting super practical about everyday self-care and I’mreporting to you directly from the trenches. I’ve taken on too much work in the middle of a family season that also’s a bit too much. I feel stretched in every way and have had to accept that I’ll be a little bonkers until the end of the school year.When life looks like this, we can proceed with fists clenched or we can proceed with palms open, receiving this season for what it is and opening our hearts to the ways God wants to love us, provide for us, and gently teach us.One of the ways He provides is through opening my eyes to “everyday self-care.” I’m not talking about massages and pedicures. I’m talking about daily rhythms and practices that help us tocare forourselvesso that we can receive our right-now season of life (craziness and all) and better love those around us.During the holidays I listened tothis podcast on self-carefrom The Lazy Genius. She talked about slowing down when you wash your face at night. And so I did.You guys, do you realize that you don’t have to hurry when you wash your face? You can take the time to massage the cleanser into your skin, to slowly rinse your face with care, to gently pat your moisturizer onto your face. It turns a daily chore into a loving ritual. I feel like it helps to calm my brain and my body before bedtime.I now do the same thing when I wash my hair, massaging my scalp with my fingertips in the same way my sweet hairdresser does. Why have we not being treating ourselves to these daily luxuries?If you had a friend who was struggling in some way,who needed your help to wash her face or hair, how would you care for her? Gently and with tenderness. Care for yourself in the kind way you would care for a friend. (I’ll say this a lot.)Whether it’s a long shower at the end of the day, a warmbath instead of scrolling through Facebook, or washing your dishes slowly in a sudsy sink of hot water, the possibility of daily luxury is all around you. Treat yourself.A couple of months ago I went to the grocery store mid-morning. It was a rare day of not having a super pressing agenda, so I gifted myselfa lattefrom the in-store Starbucks and took my time through the aisles. Over and over, I said to myself: “Slow down. There is no need to rush.”After I checked out and loaded my groceries into the car, I felt strangely relaxed and peaceful. Slowing down and sipping coffee had somehow turned a regular chore into a treat. I considered how I’m constantly in a hurry, even when I don’t have to be.I realize we don’t always have that luxury. You may have small children who accompany you everywhereor you’re squeezing in a grocery runbefore school pick-up. But when you’re doing a regular choreand you don’t have to hurry, be kind to yourself and value slowness over productivity.When I slow mypace and mymind, it’s as if anxietyruns out of gas and stalls, leaving me with a rare sense of calm.As I’ve consideredthe life of Christ, I’ve noticed that he was never in a rush. We tend to assume thiswas a cultural state of mind, yet there are so many stories in Scripture of those around him hurrying and scurrying, frantic and panicked about all sorts of things. But Jesus never responded with hurry or stress, which tells me that’s not his intention for us either.He is a God of peace and he calls us to be people of peace — in our inner lives and in the world around us. How can we be instruments of peace if we remain in a state of hurry and stress?When a season of life is extra crazy, when we are struggling to receive it because we just want to get to the other side, hurry may be our default but it’s not our friend. Stressful seasons are the most important times to weaverhythms of slowness into our days.I don’t mean in a financial sense, though that totally applies. I’m referring to your energy level, your mental and emotional state, your relationships, your calendar, your commitments, your current season.In my next post, I’ll tell you about an entire year of rest I had to take about 6 years ago. The reasons are long are complicated but a big part of the equation was my refusal, for years on end, to honor my own limitations. I was spinning my wheels in good, but misplaced directions.I wasn’t the only one who paid for it. For a long season of recovery, I had little to give anyone. When we don’t honor our God-given limitations, we will eventually fall apart, making it impossible to live a life defined by love.If your right-now life feels bananas, if you’re living beyond your means but you can’t take anything off your plate {it happens}, choose not to add anything else to it. Finish what you must and then resolve to move forward with intention. In the words of St. Benedict, “Always we begin again.”There is a holy hush that comes over my mind and soul when I quit wrestling and simply receive what is mine with gratitude. This applies to everything from my home and possessions, to the opportunities I have…and don’t have.This series I’m writing, while precious to me, has unfolded far more slowly than I planned. I have had to honor my limitations in the form of time and energy, which means I write in the smallest slivers of my full scheduleand publish less often. I worry that I’m losing momentum and my writing skills, that people won’t keep reading, thatthe deep longings I have to encourage others as I write from my own heart will go unmet and unblessed. When I look around and see writerspassing me by, it’s easy to lose heart, to panic, to throw in the towel.Lord, you alone are my portion and my cup;you make my lot secure.The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;surely I have a delightful inheritance.Psalm 16:5-6 (NIV)Living a “limitless” life is not the goal. Notice that the psalmist is thanking God for boundary lines. Our good Fatherknows what we truly need and what we don’t. He alone is our portion and our provider. We can trust him with the limitations he’s placed in our lives, knowing that they provide protection or perhaps just a necessary pause.We waste precious mental and emotional energy comparing our lives to others. We cannot simultaneously reach for what is not ours and receive what is ours. We can only do one or the other.I’m talking about spiritual food and actual food. When our lives are especially crazy, we tend to neglect the most basic necessities, like nourishment.As I said in an earlier post of this series, we can get a little crazy when we don’t eat. We lose all perspective. We despair. We cry. We don’t think or feel or act as we should. We act like young children with low blood sugar.When I began to seeScripture as my food, it changed everything. It helped me prioritize time with God in his word, not merely as a spiritual discipline but as the daily sustenance I desperately needed.The same is true for the actual food we eat. I love this illustration from Anne Lamott on teaching others to feed themselvesin the same way they’dfeed theirbeloved pastor if invited over for lunch or dinner:They wouldn’t say, ‘Here Pastor, let’s eat standing up in the kitchen. This tube of barbecue Pringles is all for you. I have my own,’ and then stand there gobbling from their own tubular container.No, they’d get out pretty dishes, and arrange wonderful foods on the plates, and set one plate before Veronica at the table, a plate filled with love, pride and connection. That’s what we have longed for, our whole lives, and get to create.  From, A Few Quick Thoughts on That Diet You Are About to FailA couple of weeks ago my energy level was so low, I felt chronically sleepy and overwhelmed. How in the world was I going to do all the work set before me when all I wanted to do was nap? I couldn’t abandon my responsibilitiesor stop being a wife or leave my children as orphans. And even though I knew this commitment level would only be for a season, I still had to get through it.As a last resort, I switched up my eating for this season I’m in, prioritizing my own nourishment.The details don’t matter because we’re all different in the ways we need to eat, but I will say this. As Anne Lamott advises, feed yourself with the care and intention you would employ if you were having your pastor or dear friend over fora meal.The way you nourish yourself matters.Within a few days of making the changes I knew I needed to make, enough energy has returned for me to (hopefully) meet the daily demands of my current season. It’s impossible to receive your own life if you’re not feeding yourselfin the most basicways.Because I have more real-lifetips for practicing self-care in your crazy, right-now life, there will be a Part 2 of this segment on everyday self-care. In the meantime, what practiceswould you like to begin implementingin your own life?I have become clear about at least one thing: self-care is never a selfish act–it is simply good stewardship of the only gift I have, the gift I was put on earth to offer to others. Anytime we can listen to true self and give it the care it requires, we do so not only for ourselves but for the many others whose lives we touch. ~ Parker Palmer,Let Your Life SpeakIf this series sounds like something you need, all you have to do is subscribe to this online space. (You can do that in the box below this post.) If you’re already subscribed, yay! You’ll automatically receive it. The series is totally free.Whenever the latest installment of the series is published, you’ll be the first to know and you won’t miss a post.the mental and physical weariness of your own everyday lifethe emotional weariness ofliving in a cruel and tragic worldthe personal grief and private trials of your own small lifeWe’re only two months into a new year but I write from a place of utter weariness. It’s been a long year already.She was my own age – a wife, a mom to 3 kids, a beloved Kindergarten teacher. We lived next door for 10 years, raising our kids on communal popsicles and sharing so much of life together.I’ve been working on this post in fits and starts for two weeks, writingfrom a place of grief and all of its accompanying friends – fatigue, confusion, and weepiness that comes out of nowhere. I wish I was a child who could be sent to time out. For like, 4 weeks.There are still mouths to feed and work to do and decisions to make, and this is a good thing. But I go through these everyday motions with a heaviness I can’t shake off.It’s not an unfamiliar place. Just over three years ago, I lost another dear friend to cancer – a wife and mom in her 40s, a devoted college professor, the most loyal friend.A year and a half ago,my grandmother’s death reoriented mein ways I didn’t know I needed. The words I read at her funeral began my journey of receiving my right-now season of lifeeven though it meant letting go of ahoped-for dream,of learning to see limitations as gifts instead of liabilities.There’s nothing like losing two women your very own age to force you to examine what you want your own life to be about, especially when they’ve loved you and others generously.I had a difficultconversation with my husband recently. It didn’t start out as a speak-the-hard-truth sort of talk; it really just began as an apology. But we can’t always predict where our words will lead and this particular exchange landed me in a painful place. I’d been operating from a know-it-all place of entitlement and expectation. I could see exactly what the issues were and guess what? I wasn’t the problem.This is marriage. Nothing happens in a vacuum; we’re both wrong and also right. But in this case, grace showed up and allowed me to receive the hard truth, to hold it up to the light and discern a thing or two.We loved each other almost immediately. Back then, I knew how to live fully and freely in the moment, to laugh long and hard and easy. I was audacious and optimistic and brimming with love. But that person doesn’t come around much anymore. It’ssad and frustrating to be with someone you don’t much recognize, to miss the person you fell in love with.He reminded me that I know all too well what that’s like. And I do. For a long season, I didn’t recognize him either. By grace, God brought him back, but I know what it’s like to miss someone even though you both still live under the same roof.I don’t care if you never put another meal on the table. What matters to me and to the kids is the person you are when you’re with us. And we’re all walking on eggshells around here.The dramaof our life together is one for the books. We are a marriage of redemption, partially because we’ve given God so much material to work with. At first, I resisted the truth he spoke because I wanted to blame him for my own stressy demeanor that has apparently had everyone treading so lightly.But he spoke those painful words in loveand I knew he was right. The truth is, I’ve missed myself too.I know whatyou may be thinking:What does any of this have to do with rest and self-care?What’s the secret to practicing self-care in the midst of your crazy, right-now life?When I don’t live within my means, I don’t live a life defined by love. I live a life defined by stress, anxiety, worry, and control. I am not kind or patient with those I love most.Simply put, I’ve increasingly stretched myself too thin. I’ve said yes when I should have said no. I’ve been so busy tending to the immediate and the urgent that I’ve neglected the important. I’ve chosen agenda over relationship. I’ve tried to be my own savior and other people’s too. I’ve let fear have its way with me. I’ve brewed extra coffee instead of taking a nap.I’ve learned these lessons before and I should know better. I’ve readEssentialismfor crying out loud. But living beyond our means doesn’t happen all at once.Step by step, I’ve slowly crept into the rolling fog of overwhelm until I could no longer see clearly. I’ve been blindto my own sin and lack of love, blaming othersfor mywoes —spouse, kids,circumstances I didn’t deserve.Which brings me back to the beginning of this post.What do I want my life to be about?This is the trickiest of truths to unpack, partially because ourculture paints “loving yourself” into some sort of Real Housewives caricatureof personal indulgence. That’s not the sort of loving yourself I’m talking about. That’s just narcissism.The great thing about the Christian faith is that we have a God who became a real man and lived among us. His life is actually written down for us, which means we can learn from him and through him.Here is the perfect example of someone who loved God with all his heart, soul, mind, and strength AND loved his neighbor as himself. Jesus, even though He was God and could have lived beyond his human capacity, chose not to. Which means He lived within his means. He honored his own limitations.He retreated from crowds when He was overwhelmed and needed to rest, regroup, and pray.He took naps, even when a literal storm raged around him and everyone was freaking out. When He woke up, He calmly took care of business and did not waste precious energy coming unhinged.He made wine flow abundantly so that his loved ones could prolong their celebration.He did not take advantage of every great opportunity that came his way, even though those closest to him said he should.He learned a trade and worked, making beautiful and useful things with his hands.Jesuswas not a workaholic. He honored the God-given rhythms of work and rest.Even though we know that God’s power sustainedhim throughtemptation and suffering, I can’t help but wonder if the fruit of these disciplineshelped nourishhimduring the times when hedidhave to live beyond his means.When He kept teaching for hours on end and had to feed thousands of hungry people.Like him, weface situations or seasons when we’re forced to live in crisis mode, when there are no healthy rhythms because we’re just trying to survive or help others survive.Jesus lived in the same broken world we live in — he was called upon to step in to crises, to go without sleep, to do God’s work when he was exhausted.What might it look liketo seek the greatest good of those around you in the same way that you naturally, instinctively, seek the greatest good for yourself?Honoring your limitations and honoring their limitationsReceiving compassion and grace for yourself, giving compassion and grace to those around youReceiving rest for yourself and providing rest to othersCaring for your own body and caring for the bodies of those you love— with food, with tenderness, with intentionI am not my own end game. When I learn how to care for myselfin this Jesus way, I also learn how to care forothers in this Jesus way.I continue to learnthe hard way that if I don’t honor my human limitations and care for myself accordingly, I can’t love others well. Or sometimes at all.Even if there weren’t others to care for or live in relationship with, knowing that the Creator of the universe loves you and delights in you regardless of what you accomplish — that’s who God created us to be.Learning to live loved is enough.But people do need you. They need the unique brand of love and work and giftedness that only you can offer the world.They don’t need a bootstrapped version of you that will burn out. Or a dutiful but resentful version of you (my personal favorite)Or an apathetic, checked-out version of youOr a you that is so focused on everyone else that you are falling apart on the inside / bitter / coping in all the wrong waysBy learning what it looks like to love ourselves in the midst of our right-now lives, we can begin to live lives defined by love.I’ve tried all sorts of things in the name of self-care— exercise, eating well, taking supplements or medicine, getting a break. I still do these things to varying degrees. But I’m here to tell you, after years of trial and error, that honoring my limitationsmakes more of a difference than anything else.Learning to rest, to let go of what I can, to ration my energy, to always count the cost of stress — these are the most loving things I can do for myself and the people I love.What may feel selfish at first could actually breathe more life into yourself, your work, your home, and the world you influence.The next post in this series, coming to you sooner rather than later, will get super practical. I’ve learned there are littlechanges we can make in our everyday lives that yield bigexhales (to us and to our people.)If you find yourself in any of the following statements, the next post in the series is for you:I can’t spendmoney on spadays or shopping weekends. How can I practice self-care? (Me either.)My life has zero margin.I have little kids. What is this “rest” you speak of?I literally don’t know where to start. I’ve always been focused on the needs of those around me. To think of my own feelings, desires, or needs is a foreign concept.I probably focus too much on myself and not enough on those around me. How can I find a healtier way to care for myself?I’m so busy fulfilling my many responsibilities. Self-care will have to wait.I am a Real Housewife and this post offends me. How DARE you?If this series sounds like something you need, all you have to do is subscribe to this online space. (You can do that in the box below this post.) If you’re already subscribed, yay! You’ll automatically receive it. The series is totally free.Whenever the latest installment of the series is published, you’ll be the first to know and you won’t miss a post.If you’re here for the first time, welcome! We’re in the early stages of a new series,The Sacred Art of Receiving Your Right-Now Life.It’s all about livingyour ordinary life with extraordinary purpose.Here’s what I’m learning.I can provide soulful encouragement and how-to tips all day long. But if we don’t begin with one of our most basic needs — being fed and nourished on a soul level — we’ll lose perspective and momentum quickly, no matter how good our intentions and ideas are.There is one thing that helps me receive my own life, undesirable days and all, more than anything else.It’s the truth and sustenance of God’s Word.Here’s the main point: I began to desire God’s Word when I realized it was myfood.Without it, I ricochet through my days much like a hungry child with low blood sugar.My life is easily defined by my frustration, circumstances, and selfishness.With it, I’m more grounded and centered. I have a perspective that’s so much bigger than myself and my own little kingdom. I walk in a spirit of truth instead of a spirit of crazy.With the foundation that God’s Word is our food, it’s time for us tolearn how to eat.There are countless approaches to studying Scripture, but my goal here is to share lessons from my own journey and to help you find practical ways to be nourished in your right-now life.I did my first real group Bible study when I was in graduate school. I was a young mom with a new baby. I was also just coming out of an intensely dark season of my life spiritually. I had gone from belief to not knowing what I believed to definitely not believing in anything to shakily embracing my Christian faith again. That’s a story in itself but not the point of this post.I was starving. Our new churchadvertised a Bible study and they had childcare.Armed with All The Colored Pencils, my notebook and my Bible, I devoured each week’sPreceptsinductive lesson even though it often meant crammingthe night before (because grad school + a baby that didn’t sleep.)I probably loved Precepts because of its timing in my life and not because it’s a tailor-made approach for me. Which just goes to show, it’s really not about the method. It’s about the intersection of your right-now lifeand what you have access to.When my young family moved to the town we live in now, I got involved with the weekly small group studies at my church. We did everything from book studies to Books of the Bible studies to Beth Moore studies. They had childcare for my little ones (praise) and it also provided relationship and community for me as a young mom in a new place.The most meaningful study for me during those years was Beth Moore’sBelieving God. No surprise, it was all about the timing. Again, I had survived a dark and painful season (of a totally different nature) and I was struggling to believein God’s goodness and faithfulness.That study and Beth’s teaching was a lifeline to me.As my kids got older and their schoolingdemands meant I could no longer spend amorning in Bible study, I floundered. I can’t even remember what my “quiet time” looked like in those years but it was a time when life felt more defined by my circumstances and what I “should” be doing than by who God is and what’s He’s already done for me. Spiritually speaking, I probably lived in a chronic state of low blood sugar and it showed up in every area of my life.Aboutfive years ago, a friend from college told me aboutBible Study Fellowship (BSF.)I was 100% not interested. I’d heard of BSF and it sounded, um…not for me. Too structured, too old-school. But there was something about it I couldn’t shake and I was finally in a season that offered time and energy.Long story short, I traveled to an hour-away Bible study fortwo yearswith a friendof mine. We then had the privilege of helping begin a BSF satellite group in our own town.This is my first year in five years not being involved in BSF and I miss it terribly. While there is no one way for every person, Bible Study Fellowship fed me richly and deeply with the Word of God like nothing else ever has.When I studied the Life of Moses, God was bringing me out of an impossible place and into a promised land.When I studied John, I was living inthe tension between my right-now work and my hoped-for work. Week after week, Jesus’ words and life spoke into that tension in a way thatliterally changed me, that helped me accept God’s perfect timing. The Gospel of John taught me to receive my right-now life in all of its unnoticed abundance andin all of the ways it fell short of what I longed for.It’s about letting the richness of God’s word into your daily life — no matter the season — and being desperate for Him to meet you right where you are.You struggle with intrinsic motivation and need the accountability of a group.You like to process what you’re learning with others.You need to receive what you’re learning in a variety of formats — studying on your own during the week, processing with a small group, and perhaps having teaching on the topic from a leader that ties it all together.You have small children and have access to a Bible study that provides childcare.You need to get out of the house.Your time is scarce.You get super annoyed when you process things in small groups with a variety of personalities.You don’t have convenient access to one.You have a schedule that means your involvement will be hit or miss.This current yearof my life — with where we are as a family, with my joband some extra work — doesn’t allow for a group study. I got the big idea that I would go through the book of John again on my own because it meant so much to me and I longed to dig deeper.I was not consistent. Like, at all. But I did get really good at drinking coffee and jumping right into work and shuffling papers around.One of the reason group studies have often worked well for me is because there’s accountability. Whensomeone expects something of me, I do it. And if someone doesn’t? I can be hit or miss. I meet outer expectations. I tend to resist inner expectations.BSF worked for me because I had homework due every week and I have never been the gal who shows up without my homework done.After spending last semester snacking my way through devotionals and being hit or miss with John, I knew I needed a new approach. But still, there was the issue of time. I don’t have a morning or an evening to go to a study or even to join an online group.The first week of January, I met with a friend and she introduced me to what I’m doing right now. I call it “Bible Study Devotional Journaling.” I literally just made up that title as I typed it. : )Here’s the thing. No one is holding me accountable. But after a summer + semester of being spiritually “hangry,” I have craved my time with God each day because I know how badly I need it.Like any discipline (a word I don’t love), the fruit of the habit becomes its own reward. This is what continues to motivate meday after day, not the habit itself.Yes, your personality matters and we’ll talk about that more in a minute. But once you begin eating real food every day, once it becomes the sustenance that keeps yougrounded and centered in the truth of who God is, you don’t want to go back to nibbling crumbs every other day and wondering why you feel spiritually anemic and unsteady.Don’t read the notes from the author. Don’t read the prayer. Just focus on the Scripture. Read through it once or twice.I try to write down 20-30 things, going verse by verse. Here are the types of things I write:Who does God say He is?What attributes of God do I see? (Faithful, good, patient, just, merciful, etc.)What is He promising?How I resonate withparticular verses of the passage.A one-sentence prayer in response to a verse.A truth statement.A personal application in response to a verse.There’s a reason you read this last. It’s important to let God speak to you when it’s just you and the Scripture itself. I love commentaries. I love looking up the original Greek or Hebrew for a certain word. But that’s not where I begin. The Word itself and the Holy Spirit are enough. After I’ve done my own verse by verse examination and study, I love seeing what the author of the study or devotionalhas to say about it.This can offer extra insight.Step 6: Read back over the verses, what you’ve journaled, and maybe thecommentary / devotional. Write a short statement.Add some more things that you didn’t notice the first time and then read over all that you’ve journaled. Is there an overarching principle or truth statement you want to carry with you for the day? This forces me to synthesize what I’ve read and apply it in a more concise way.Sometimes I write out my prayer. Sometimes I write out and pray the author’sprayer. Sometimes I just sit in my chair and pray, not writing out anything.If my current method doesn’t sound like a fit, if you need something more structured (and with less writing), consider a Bible study that has a passage and directed questions for you to answer. I didthis studyfor the Book of Galatians and it’s a great approach. Everything you need, including the Scripture, right in one book.If you can’t do a group study but you don’t feel like you’ll stick with something on your own, what about asking a friend to meet with you once a week or every other week? This is a great compromise because you still have accountability but it’s not A Big Weekly Thing You Attend.Now that we carry computers around in our pockets, we can carry Scripture with us wherever we go. you on your journey.It’s a free app thatprovides videos and context along the way.There are reading plans and reminders you can set to spur you along.It’s for everyone from kids and teenagers to people like you and me.Seriously, if you don’t know where to start, download the app and begin with this.Know who you are. Chances are, you don’t need a personality test to tell you what you already know. You know whether you’re disciplined or not. You know if you’re sort of ADD or not. You know how you learn best. You know if you need to study with others or if your time is richer on your own. You know what you have time for in this season and what you don’t.I know that reading through the Bible in a year is highly recommended and a great spiritual discipline. But you guys, every time I’ve tried I get so bored. I lose interest. I dawdle and procrastinate. I just can’t.I’m sustained by God’s Word when I dig deep into smaller passagesat a time. I love to take an entire year and study one book. This feeds me so richly, but I know it’s not for everyone.I have artistic friends who have journaling Bibles with wide margins. They draw beautiful images as they study and it makes God’s Word come alive to them.I’ve been in small discussion groups that literally were such a struggle for me, it got in the way of studying Scripture. I know, I’m a horrible person, but it’s true.Take what you know about yourself and apply it. Don’t feel guilty. Walk in freedom and experiment! Just find a wayto eat that’s nourishing, sustaining, and doable for you.Sometimes we place so much emphasis on personal Bible study, forgetting that for centuries, most Christians couldn’t have a “quiet time” as we think of it today for one very big reason:they were illiterate.Priests rolled open the scrolls and people simply listened. They read the Word and congregants believed them. Preachers proclaimed the Gospel and this spoken word found its way into the desperate hearts of men, women, and children.Whether it’s sitting in church regularly and hearing the faithful preaching of God’sWord or listening to sermons on your iPhone as you drive to work — hearing the Word matters. It matters a lot actually.If you’re beating yourself up because your personal quiet time isn’t as robust as it “should” be, know that there are many ways God feeds his people.Sometimes I’ll play the audio version of Scripture on the Bible Gateway app on my phone as I drive or clean the kitchen. And if you want something super cool (that your kids will dig), check outStreetlights— the actual Word of God being spoken (with an urban, street vibe) in your home or car, via your earbuds. The spoken Word is a powerful thing andit will not return empty. That’s God’s promise, not mine.You may be tempted to run out and buy a pretty new Bible study, Moleskin journal, and fancy pen to start your new Bible routine.When I needed a different approach this year, I grabbedThe Songs of Jesusdevotional I already had and an oldcomposition book from ye olde pile of castoff notebooks.The way to become like Jesus is by spending time with Jesus. We can call it spiritual discipline but it’s really just time with him.Some of you have asked what to do when God seems distant, when his Word seems to leave you no different than when you arrived, when it feels like duty instead of desire. I’m familiar with all of these places. And as much as I’d love to talk about it here, I’ve already written too many words for one post.These are topics I’d love to write about in the future because they’re part of my story.Come hungry, asking to be filled.Come seeking and honest, asking to be met in personal ways. Just this morning, my passage in the Psalms began with this question: “Why, Lord, do you stand far off?” It is good and okay to go to him with our gut-honest questions, feelings, and perceptions. He welcomes us just as we are.Come often. Habits and disciplines can feel awkward and contrived at the beginning. Keep coming to the table hungry and see what happens.One final word. There is a real enemy who wants to keep you from the sustaining truth you need to receive every day, the truth that enables you to receive your right-now life with hope for the future, with trustin God’s timing, and with the certaintythat God is atwork even the most mundane or painfulseasonsof your life.In Ephesians 6, thepassage about putting on the whole armor of God, there is but one offensive weapon mentioned in the entire list. Guess what it is?If you have ideas you’d like to share with others, practical ways that you’ve been nourished by God’s Word, share them in thecomments! I’m only one person. Let’s learn from one another.If you have questions you’d like to see me address, I welcome them.You can leave them in thecomments sectionor email me directly.If this series sounds like something you need, all you have to do is subscribe to this online space. (You can do that in the box below this post.) If you’re already subscribed, yay! You’ll automatically receive it. The series is totally free.Whenever the latest installment of the series is published, you’ll be the first to know and you won’t miss a post.One Halloween about eight years ago, I was at Disneyworld, the happiest place on earth, with theunhappiestMinnie Mouse on earth. She was 8 years old, with a painted black button nose, full Minnie costume, sequin ears, and red glitter shoes. I don’t remember the details of the tragedy but it had something to do with realMinnie leaving the party before mini Minnie got a chance to see her.Mini Minnie was inconsolable. It didn’t matter that we were at Disneyworld, that she was the world’s most adorable mini Minnie, that we had all sorts of excitement planned for the rest of the evening.It was the most epic and magical of meltdowns. Andthe emotional unraveling seemed to know no bounds.At some point, we realized that mad mini Minnie might be hungry. I don’t remember what we fed her — a $7 Disney muffin, a Lunchable, I honestly have no idea. But within minutes, sanity was restored. It wasshocking, a real-lifeJeckyl / Hyde sort of moment. Mini Minnie stopped crying tears of rage and began speaking rational words. We could actually reason with her again. To a certain extent, she rallied.I’m sad to say, she comes by it honestly. Whileon our honeymoon at the beach, my husband recalls his hysterical new bridestopping in the middle of the bike path, dismounting thebike, andsobbing / sweating / claiming she was going to die.The point is, we can get a little crazy when we don’t eat (or drink.) We lose all perspective. We despair. We cry. We don’t think or feel or act as we should.Last week I began a new series here: The Sacred Art of Receiving Your Right-Now Life.Daily, I live in the tension between my right-now life / roles / responsibilities, and my hoped-for life / work / dreams. Like the rest of you, I’m knee-deep in the dailyness of dinner, the relentlessness of laundry, helping with4th grade math that’s too hard for me, raising kids in a crazy world, living in community, and working an actual job.I have a beautifullife. Every day, I count the gifts. Living in the frustrating tension between the right-now and the hoped-for doesn’t mean I’mnot grateful; it simply means that I wrestle. Peace and acceptance can be a challenge for me because Longing and Envy are always nipping at my heels.I’m writing this series because I want to know what it looks like in our real, messy, daily lives to receive the life of Christ, broken for us, and then to “receive our own lives” with humility and trust, living broken and poured out as He did.I’m learning that these complicated questions find their answers in the simple places and ordinary tasks of our daily work and regular lives.That doesn’t mean it’s all happy-clappy-dishwashing and dinner-prepping and kid-raising. We’re going to get to these topics in our series but the reality is, we can’t even begin to talk about feeding and nourishing others until we first have been fed.You may be familiar withthe story of Jesus in the desert for 40 days with Satan.After fasting forty days and forty nights, he was hungry. The tempter came to him and said, ‘If you are the Son of God, tell these stones to become bread.’Jesus answered, ‘It is written: ‘Man shall not live on bread alone, but on every word that comes from the mouth of God. ”Jesus, the Son of God, fought against the temptations of power, pride, greed, influence, and acclaim with the Word of God.God’s Word was Christ’shope, his consolation, his power, his perspective, his sustenance.If you’ve grown up in Christian culture, you’ve probably heard “being in God’s Word” presented as a number of different things:And all of this is true. But for me, I began to love and pursue and desire God’s Word when I realized it was myfood.Without it, I ricochet through my days much like mad mini Minnie with low blood sugar. My life is easily defined by my frustration, devastation, bewilderment, anger, and selfishness.With it, I’m more grounded and centered. I have a perspective that’s so much bigger than myself and my own little kingdom. I walk in a spirit of truth instead of a spirit of crazy.I realize this is the least theologian-ish post ever on the Word of God, like I see the Bible as some sort of therapeutic, self-help tool.Crazy, right? I can tell you from experience, we can’t control the ways it may work in our lives. We use words like “quiet time” or “daily devotions” and that makes it sound so tidy and polite. In reality, the word of God is sharper than a two edged sword.The hope, revelation, conviction, identity, power, and perspective it can unleash in our right-now lives is untamable.It’s been a hard week around here — a week of grief, stress, and overwhelm. There have been many circumstances, tasks, and emotions just this week that I have not wanted to receive. I’m depleted in every way.The only thing that has kept me putting one foot in front of the other is the food I’ve eaten each morning, not out of duty but out of sheer desperation.“Lord, I’m opening your word this morning. You know that I’m starving and desperate. Please feed me.”I’m super busy / unmotivated / apathetic / cynical / ________. Any suggestions for me? Yes! Let’s talk about all of these things. The next post in the series willget super practical. We’ll talk about everything from how your personality may influence your approach to studying the Bible, to real-life solutions when you’re busy, and even some helpful tools.Buthere’s the thing: I can help inspire you to receive your current season ofwork, to find joy in feeding your family, or to find right-now ways to use some of the gifts that don’t feel like they have a place. These are the strugglesof our regular lives and I longto encourage you in all of these areas.Butyou’ll still get hungry, lose all perspective, and make it about your own little kingdom without God’s Word influencing and empoweringyour daily rhythms and pursuits. Ask me how I know. : )I can only begin to receive my own life — heartache, limitations, frustration and all — when I begin to receive his Word asmy truest and most beneficial sustenance.I can’t wait for us to get practical about all this.If you have questions you’d like to see me address, I’d love that! You can leave them in the comments section or email me directly.If this series sounds like something you need, all you have to do is subscribe to this online space. (You can do that in the box below this post.) If you’re already subscribed, yay! You’ll automatically receive it. The series is totally free.Whenever the latest installment of the series is published, you’ll be the first to know and you won’t miss a post.I landed in January 2018 like an amateur acrobat shot out of a cannon who then had to run a relay race.It has not been a slow, graceful, or intentional transitionintoa new year.It’s complicated to explain, but there was no time for reflection or resolutions, no quiet space forexamination, no soulful opportunity to solidify myplace and purpose in a new year.Instead, I found myself in the middle of frenzy — a busy family schedule, a house in chaos, a full work queue, and a flurry ofunexpected responsibilities that fell squarely in my lap. If I was the sort of person who thrives on beingneeded, I would be living in my sweet spot.Instead of living broken and poured out in these early weeks of a new year, I’ve lived bitterly and dried up, each new request or need feeling like nails on the chalkboard of my soul.“Really, Marian? Nails on the chalkboard of your soul?” I know, I know.It’s so dramatic, like something ripped from the pages of an angsty, adolescent diary.I feel things deeply, my senses are always in overdrive. I am a perceiver, an observer, and the possessor of a rich and volatile “inner life.”Being wired this way has its perks if you can live your life as an artist. Inspired. In solitude. With zero ordinary responsibilities and bills that someone else is paying.But for me, my “rich inner life” mostly feels inconvenient.I have boundless creative energy but my right-now life rudely sprawlsitself out across the limited hours of my day like a clueless, overbearinghouse guest.When I lose all perspective — due to fatigue, overwhelm, spiritual detachment, or having zero creative outlet — my right-now roles and responsibilities can feel like Cousin Eddie, exhausting and uninvited.I’ve done my best to soldier on through crazy town January, surfing the waves of productivity like a pro, and bulldozingall of the domestic taskslike the responsibledomestic engineer that I am.It started on Thursday, got a bit better on Friday…and then crash-landed in anembarrassing blaze of glory. I coped in less than mature ways and spoke regrettable words about my life. I criedand went to bed without dinner.Take, eat, this is my body which is being broken for you. Do this in remembrance of me.The truth of the Word, thewinegrape juice from the cup, the sorrowfultears from my own eyes — they swirledintoa divine alchemy that rose like smoke into one of the clearest visions I’ve ever had.I don’t mean “vision” as in I actually saw something. By vision, I meanclarity— words that wove into a message and a message that immediately told me what it wanted to be. It all crystallizedso quickly, I could barely write fast enough.What does it look like in our real, messy, daily lives to receive the life of Christ, broken for us, and then to “receive our own lives” with humility and trust, living broken and poured out as He did?I’m learning that these complicated questions find their answers in the simple places and ordinary tasks of our daily work and regular lives.For months, I’ve been wrestling and brainstorming with a message, a series I’ve desperately wanted to offer. It’s outlined and partially fleshed out, just waiting to be finished and packaged and delivered in some way.I’ve prayed over it and sought counsel. I had a plan and then I was forced to swallow the hard truth. Try as I might, it just couldn’t be born into my right-now life. I’ve felt great sadness and frustration, but I knew the work requiredwasn’t compatible with the time and energy I currently have.I was givensomething else instead. It’s a similar message but simpler to offer and I’m so excited to share it with you.I’ve designed it to speak to your soul and then extend practically into your real life.You need soulful encouragement + real-life tips for livingyour ordinary life with extraordinary purpose.Your soul feels empty and you need realistic ways to receive spiritual food.You’re bogged down in the mundane work of your daily life: the dailyness of dinner, feeling like a taxi driver, changing diapers and folding onesies.You know that the “work of your hands” matters but is there a way not to hate it so much?Youwant to feed your family actual food but it has to be easyand why does dinner have the nerve to come around every day?You have gifts you long to use but your right-now life doesn’t have the space for it.You want to gratefully receive your right-now life, challenges and imperfections and all, instead of resenting it.We’re going to talk about realistic ways to be nourished by Scripture, feeding your familybecause you love them (but with the least amount of work), the sacredness of your daily work in the home, rest and self-care, relationship and community, and creative ways to use your gifts in your right-nowlife.Even if no one shows up, this is a series I need for my own self, right now.This means I’m not writingas a wise sage speaking from a learned and lofty place, but as a working mom of 3 kids, a wife, a keeper of home, a hopeless creative, and a writer carrying projectsthat can’t yet be born. I write as a woman who longs to be present and purposeful in my right-now life, even as I wait with hope for the fruition ofmy owncreative work.If this sounds like something you need, all you have to do is subscribe to this online space. (You can do that in the box below this post.) If you’re already subscribed, yay! You’ll automatically receive it. The series is totally free.Whenever the latest installment of the series is published, you’ll be the first to know and you won’t miss a post.The daybegan in the pre-dawn hourswith black coffee.It’s a telltale sign I’m extra serious about the day.By 7:30 I had cookedfour hot breakfasts, packed two lunches, and made an unplanned trip to the middle school. I’d walked the dog and made a grocery list, even though I was just there yesterday. And probably the day before.A friend asked me why I don’t just buy cereal. “It’ll change your life,” she said.It’s true. Cereal is from the Lord and I promise you that we eat plenty of it because many of our mornings are just sheer survival. I’m often stumblingthrough the early moments of a new day in ways that feel less like June Cleaverand more like a hangover.But when the stars align, when I’m up early and have the capacity to do All The Things, I try to nourish these people of mine before we all go our separate ways, hopeful that the warm food in their bellies feeds their souls and not just their bodies.It sounds idyllic but let’s be honest —it’s work. And it leaves the kitchen a disaster. I don’t feel naturally inclined toward any of it and yet I find myself, again and again, serving up oatmealand stacking up laundry like it’s a normal thing. Because it totally is.My younger self found herself lost in thoughts about doing big, brave things in the world.My right-now self finds herself lost in thoughts about work-life balance,orderingtakeout, and being able to lie down.I think hard aboutbetter ways to geteverything done, wondering how I can best approach work life, family life, writing life, community life. I shift and re-shift these blocks of time around in my mind, working it like a puzzle thatwill forever have a missing piece or three.Collegedegrees and four years of graduate school provided not a single course that taught the skills I clumsily employ for the majority of my waking hours.This humble, ordinary life of mineis my greatest earthly treasure. Yet on a daily basis, I often consider the work required in maintaining this treasure as “beneath me.” I work tirelessly to make all the puzzle pieces fit into a vignette that is awe-inspiring. But the truth is, my everyday landscape looks mostly like unmatchedsocks, an embarrassingly full inbox, and makingdinner again.I know I’m not alone when I often longfor more than dishes and lunches and permission forms.In a culture that confuses significance with visibility, our daily lives and ordinarywork convince us that we’re coming up short.We tend to want a Christian life with the dull bits cut out.Yet God made us to spend our days in rest, work, and play, taking care of our bodies, our families, our neighborhoods, our homes. What if all these boring parts matter to God? What if days passed in ways that feel small and insignificant to us are weighty with meaning and part of the abundant life that God has for us?I find myself praying for God’s strength and presence as I swipe the peanut butter and scramble the eggs because the honest truth is this: I’d rather do something more significant.Yet these are the daily rhythms that knead truth and humility into my forgetful, pridefulsoul. The dailyness that comprises my existencecan either rob me of life or give me more of it. Fighting for the latter is always worth it.Thisfight to find mylife inthe ordinary places always begins with humility, with smallness.Time and tasks spent in the daily service of my own household has become the holy ground of spiritual formation and transformation, namely my own.As I die to my own grand notions of significance, I begin to find life. It has not gotten easier, only more normal.This hard-fought, daily relent feels much like repentance. First the resistance, then the surrender, and finally — the life and the freedom.Coram Deoisa Latin phrase that Christians have used for centuries. It literally meansbefore the face of God.To live coram Deo is to live all of life in the presence of God, under the authority of God, and to the glory of God.Presence.This is Emmanuel, God with us. A God whowashed feet and cooked fish and fed people. He is with us as we do the same, not as a distant ruler but as a kind, here-and-now companion, keeping company with us at the sink, in the classroom, and during the dark nights of the soul.Authority.Yet this humble baby was also a sovereign King. A King who rules our individual lives with love and defends us against our enemies. This sovereign, loving King uses our everyday, right-now lives as instruments of redemption. It makes no sense to me but it has been the theme of my own life.Glory. The smallest task on earth is bursting with glory potential, from the selling of goods and services, to the wiping of bottoms. When I’m struggling with insignificance, when I’m bemoaning mundane work, it’s usually because there’s a glory I’m not getting for myself.Lifecoram Deomeans to live a life that issmallin the best ways. This makerof Heaven and Earth is not helped along by our pride, entitlement, and ambition.And it means to live a life that isbigin the best ways. This Creator Godis with us and for us.Perhaps this is the big, brave life I wanted all along. Who knew that I would find it among the breakfast dishes?On an everyday December morning, in the hustle and bustle of a chaotic kitchen, I am good to be reminded of life coram Deo.Oursis an integrated life. It means that all of our work is sacred because it is done in the presence of Christ Himself. All ground is holy ground. All work is pregnant with thepotential for our own transformation and for the feeding of bodies and souls.Scripturesays we “have this treasure in jars of clay.” I smile as I considerthat Goduses a common household item, an everyday clay jar — the ancient world’s Tupperware — as a vessel for treasure. This verse goes on to tell us why: “to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us.” {2 Corinthians 4:7}Our clay selves, prone to cracking and breaking, have been chosen to carry the light and life of Christ into every nook and cranny of our lives. This is the light and life that allows us to suffer with grace, to surrender with trust, and to serve when it’s not part of our “skill set” or resume.When we die to the glory-seeking agendas for our own lives, we make space to receiveHis lifethat moves in us and through us.May we be humbled to realize that the light which shines from the face of God somehow shines within us too, lighting our path to the bedside,the boardroom, the kitchen.The smallest work is heavy with significance whenit’s weighted with the God of the universe.As you may have guessed, my own journey with this phrase has inspired a wearable offeringfor you.Just as Iwear “courage”on the days I need a tangible reminder that there is strength while I wait, I wear “coram Deo” on the days when the tasks of my right-now life feel extra heavy.Hand-stamped with love : )Aged-brass lookAdded tassel. The tassels come in assorted colors so the actual color you receive will be a surprise. (Since I don’t have an endless supplyof any one color.) They’re all lovely and can go with anything!Gold cord with at least a 16-inch (plus) dropThe cord makes it light and casual, simple to wear with anything and to layer with other necklaces.I will ship within 1 business day of purchase.These make such meaningful gifts and, well, it’s the season for that. I include a little note that references coram Deo and what it means. Order as many as you like (until they run out) and the shipping is still free.I’m set up a bit differently this time and now have my very ownEtsy shop. These necklaces will be on sale through Saturday(December 16th) or until I sell out. Last time, I sold all the courage necklaces in a little over 24 hours, so you may want to act sooner rather than later.Feel free to leave any questions in the comment section or email meat marianvischer @ gmail dot com.Thanks so much for your kind support of this little corner of the internet. Happy shopping and gifting!I’m all about helping you recapture the possibility of your right-now life. Each post provides courage, companionship, and resources for life lived real.It’s time to dish about the life-changing (not really) stuff I’ve learned this fall! I’m joining one of my favorite people on the internet, Emily P. Freeman, to “reflect on the past season before we move ahead into the future.” There’s a whole community of us and we’d love for you to join in! #wwlcommunityI started making this soup last summer, which is crazy because who eats soup in the summer? It became a thing due to some dietary changes one member of our family made. It’s one of the few things the entire family loves and, bonus, it’s super healthy. I’ve been making it almost weekly this fall and everyone is still loving it.Pro Tips: I double it and add a splash of balsamic vinegar, Worcestershire sauce, and red wine. Also? Just buy a bag of shredded cabbage because there is no sense in unnecessary chopping. About cabbage, I’m the only one in my family who likes it,but chopped up and simmered in soup, they don’t even know. Also, mymini-prep food chopper is my best friend because carrots and celery can be chopped up super fine and in less than 5 minutes. Final lazy tip: buy chopped, frozen onions. They’ve changed my life. I haven’t chopped an onion in months.I read Ann Patchett’s This is the Story of a Happy Marriage and I loved it so much. There’s something satisfying about being able to finish a whole story in one sitting. Yet each one had me looking forward to more words from the same author. (Rick Bragg’s All Over But the Shoutin’ was another one I read and loved this year.)I’ve been in a state of injury for the last 3 years. I’ve been able to run a little bit but not consistently or in the way that I used to. I’ve experimented with some other types of exercise and also experimented with doing nothing at all. These are first-world problems, to be sure, but I knew I needed to take better care of my body. A bone density test finallydrove the point home.As women, we need to get take care of ourselves by strengthening the places where we’re weak.I’m only about 6 weeks in, but I’ve been pursuing fitness in a way that’s kind and accommodating to my body. I don’t get the same kind of endorphins that I did from running but I feel like I’m laying an important foundation for long-term health and for (maybe) running more in the future.Yesterday I noticed that I could do things I couldn’t do just a few weeks prior and I felt empoweredby my own budding strength the rest of the day.Sometimes we have to let go of what we’ve always done if it’s no longer serving us. I’m out of my comfort zone for sure. But it also feels good and right to be on a slow and gentle path toward greater strength and less pain.The Enneagram is all the rage these days. If you’ve no idea what I’m talking about, it’s a personality framework with ancient roots. I’ve been using it as a tool in my own life for 7 or 8 years now and it’s been a total game-changer. My husband will tell you the same thing.In the last year, I’ve shared the Enneagram with a couple of different groups and we’ve also introduced it to our own small group. It’s beendelightful.I’m not an expert, just a student, but I’ve learned that I really enjoy helping others understand who they are and how to pursue growth and compatibility with those they love.Also, if you’re already an Ennea-fan, you have to check out my friend Sara’s Ennea-collection!!! Mugs + prints + tees + totes for your kindred Enneagram lovers. : )In October, I offered something new — a way for each of us to“wear courage” in our everyday lives.I started this blog 9 years ago because I love sharing ideas, resources, stories, and beauty with readers. Though I’ve mostly shared my own words across the years, I love having a space where I can continue to share otherofferings thatinspire and encourage you right where you are.Next week I have a new word and style that you can wear for yourself or give to others. I think it’s the perfect word for this season and beyond. Stay tuned. : )As you reflect on the past season, what are some things you’ve learned? You can share in the comments section.I’m all about helping you recapture the possibility of your right-now life. Each post provides courage, companionship, and resources for life lived real.If that sounds like something you need, sign up in the box below to receive fresh hope and possibility delivered to your inbox.

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