Wednesday, September 18, 2013

It's all about Jesus.

People often ask what our secret is...for getting through our days...with joy.

Taizi is a lot of work. And he can be hard.  He destroyed a few of the kids' favorite books today. They were so sad. Yes we keep them out of his reach but they are children...they do leave their books on the couch...then it's too late.

He made his way upstairs and destroyed the playroom...in a matter of seconds.

He was sitting on the potty and before we knew it, he got up and peed a flood all over the kitchen floor.

The bruises on his face are getting bigger and darker. We have assumed this is from beating his face on the plastic piece of his bed in the night...but tonight I walked in to see if I could see what he was banging...and he froze when he saw me. With fist in the air, aimed at his cheek and the right side of his face beat red from punching it.

How do we do it? Day in an day out?

It's all about Jesus.

I was talking to a friend tonight about her niece that has brain cancer. She's 18 (she's the recipient of our big gift...email me if you still want to participate).  She's covered in stretch marks from the steroids blowing her body up.  She's got major headaches. She's tired. She's happy.  Not complaining. And has joy.

What...? Why...? How...?

It's all about Jesus.

I was talking to a friend who is going to China in a few months to adopt her 12 year old daughter. She was saying how there's so many horror stories of how hard it is. How she may have RAD. etc etc.  I asked that she ignore them.  There are no 'what if's here.

This is all about Jesus.  Just love her.  And when it's hard...love her more. And when it's really hard...love her even more.  We aren't always so loveable to God. He's not telling everyone how awful we are. How stubborn we are. How not attached and connected we are. He loves us.  Just love her. Like Jesus does.

It's all about Him.

I was talking to my cousin who lives in Brazil and lives and works among 'the least of these'.  I love watching her live her life in surrender for Jesus. Surrounded by devastation. Hopelessness. Depravity.  Why is she there? Why get up and do it all over again another day...?

It's all about Jesus.

Dean recently heard a song and it quickly became a favorite of mine...I think it says it well.


Strangely Dim by Francesca Battistelli

I've had all these plans piled up sky high
A thousand dreams on hold
And I don't know why,
I got a front row seat
To the longest wait
And I just can't see
Past the things I pray
Today

But when I fix my eyes on all that You are
Then every doubt I feel
Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
All my worries fade
And fall to the ground
Cause when I seek Your face
And don't look around
Any place I'm in
Grows strangely dim

Sometimes where I stand
On this narrow road
Is in a raging storm
Or a valley low
But oh

When I fix my eyes on all that You are
Then every doubt I feel
Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
All my worries fade
And fall to the ground
Cause when I seek Your face
And don't look around
Any place I'm in
Grows strangely dim

I don't know, I don't know
What tomorrow may hold
But I know, but I know
That You're holding it all
So no matter what may come

I'm gonna fix my eyes on all that You are
'Til every doubt I feel
Deep in my heart
Grows strangely dim
Let all my worries fade
And fall to the ground
I'm gonna seek Your face
And not look around
Til the place I'm in
Grows strangely, strangely, strangely dim.

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