A Radical Wedding Idea…

I’m a reader. To a fault. The internet doesn’t help much either because now I have access to all kinds of book reviews and blogs and articles. I could read all day. Sometimes I do. That’s where the “to a fault” part comes in. *wink*

Right now I’m in the middle of the book Radical by David Platt. It’s a challenging read. And I don’t mean that it has big words that are hard to read or convoluted thoughts that are challenging to follow. I mean that it is challenging the hidden corners of my heart. The subtitle alone is enough to make you squirm a little bit: Taking Back Your Faith from the American Dream. Ouch. That’s a little bit, well, uncomfortable.

Like I said, it’s challenging. And I’m only in the second chapter.

As I read, I’m wondering what does it look like to take back your faith from the American Dream? I mean, put some flesh on that one. Who do I know that is living that way? Is this just another fad in Christian circles or is this something I can really do? I still have a lot of wrestling to do as I consider Platt’s ideas. I really think he’s on to something. But, more on that later.

In the meantime, I wanted to share an example of someone who IS getting a little radical. It might not be for everyone but it is a pretty cool story of a Kentucky couple and their unusual wedding reception. It came to me through my friend Kait, who knows the bride personally. Read on…

Tanya Ferguson and Christian Torp are getting married this coming Labor Day and are hosting their entire neighborhood at their reception in Lexington. Instead of handing out favors, they will hand out canned goods and clothing to those in need.

 “We wanted our wedding to be about more than a dress and a fancy dinner,” Tanya said. “We live in this community surrounded by people who work hard just to be able to put a hot meal on their table. What better opportunity to care for our neighbors than at our wedding, an occasion that’s supposed to be the happiest day of our lives!” The couple has invited local service organizations to attend as well.

 The couple has purposely chosen to live in the struggling William Wells Brown neighborhood so they can provide legal assistance and other forms of help to those without. The groom has formed his own law practice dedicated entirely to providing affordable law services. It has been no easy feat for him to achieve.

“We want our neighbors, the church and our love for people to intertwine,” said the bride. “We recognize that our neighbors are not a charity case, but are deserving of respect and dignity. We have spent time with many of them and look forward to living and working together for our community,” she added.

Sounds a little like taking back your faith from the American Dream, doesn’t it? If you’d like to participate, the couple is accepting donations of food, meal service items, clothes and canned goods. Monetary donations will be used expressly toward providing these items. Donations can be sent to P.O. Box 861, Lexington, KY 40588.

Peace and Quiet?

She wandered around looking for them, perking her ears at the sound of a car door or of young kids playing nearby. She ran to the window and whined a bit, moving from one spot in the house to another. Restless. Unsettled.

Her other “puppies” back to school. And the Papa back at the office after some days off for home projects.

I love my alone time but truth be told, it’s just awfully quiet here.

As I watch her roam the house, looking from room to room, my heart ponders the goodness of family ties that are not easily broken. The ache is a welcome one.

“Yes, sweet dog-girl. I miss them too.”

Back to School Preparations

The kids started school yesterday. Dad was taking vacation time so he was home and the day began with his smoothies and his famous-amazing-stupendous egg sandwiches. The kids dressed quickly – Madison in her new outfit with the splurged-on matching purse. Both chattered with that nervous-excitement that comes with a new school year.

In record-time, they were ready. Teeth brushed, bellies full, backpacks at the ready, fresh new supplies already dropped off at school, coolest duds picked out. They were ready – physically. And, yet, one thing remained.

The heart preparation.

I sent them off to their rooms to grab Bible and journal. They needed time with the One who understands their nervous hearts and deepest longings. This preparation would be more important than fashionable knee socks or super cool skateboards or a special Dad-made breakfast.

And in that place they laid all their cares at the feet of Him who loves them with an everlasting love. All the insecurities and questions: Will it matter that some of my friends are in the other class now? What if the new girl that I sat by just isn’t interested in being friends? Will my teacher really like me? What if third grade is too hard? Will past mistakes haunt me?

Oh, to just unload those burdens and be reminded of the things that really matter. The One who really matters.

Earlier that morning, I had wrestled with the mommy version of the same questions. The questions that plague me as I evaluate the summer. Did I use our time well? Are the kids ready for a new year? How am I doing in my nurturing of these two? And what about this new year – am I involved enough at the school? Do their friends like coming here? Do their friends’ parents think we’re weird because we love Jesus so much? What if I’m not a good mom? How will I best spend my moments while they’re away?

I too had to unload those burdens and focus my attention on the One who gives me true significance and satisfies the deep places of my soul.

I need those times as much as the kids do. The day-to-day floods in and it’s just so easy to forget.

I don’t want to forget.

Why Hot Pink Toes Really Do Matter…

My toenails are hot pink this morning. I’m really more of a muted-color-type of girl. I don’t think I’ve ever had hot pink toes before. But, then again I’ve never had an almost-third-grade daughter before either.

Truth be told, I also know all the words to Party in the USA and have listened to Selena Gomez’ version of Magic like it’s the first time I’ve ever heard that song. I know about Jeggings, silly bands, and Twinkle Toes. I know that pink and green plaid skirts with knee highs are all the rage this fall. I’ve even taken the quizzes in American Girl magazine to determine what kind of friend I am. (Turns out, I’m a good friend but I’m not a very good quiz-taker because I don’t usually like the choices and want to make up another, more realistic option. Note to self: for the love of everything holy and decent, just pick one answer and quit obsessing about it!)

These are the things I do so that I can glimpse into Madison’s world. So that I can understand the things on her heart and feel the challenges that she faces as she grows.

Sometimes it’s hard to get out of my 40-year-old mindset. To stop thinking about bills that need paid, laundry that needs done, meals that need planned, and phone calls that need made. I have to be intentional about it. I have to really look when she shows me an outfit that she likes and listen when she wants to tell me about the book she’s reading. Sometimes it means I need to play the Jonas Brothers when I’d rather listen to Fernando Ortega or David Nevue while I cook. Sometimes it means hot pink instead of mocha on my toes.

This weekend was a rite-of-passage sort of weekend as we ventured to the mall together and she got her ears pierced. She was nervous but really wanted to do it so I pushed her a little bit. Worlds collided as she tried to be mature and brave but admitted that she’d like to sit on my lap while they did it. She was trusting me; believing that it would be OK because I had said so. A trust that was built on lots of intentional moments.

We had a great time together that day. After she got her ears done, we sat on a bench and shared an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and she beamed. We talked about third grade and friends and I savored every minute.

And, you know, here’s the bonus: not only do I get to forge a budding friendship with my daughter but getting into her world allows me to shepherd her through it. Listening to her music gives me an opportunity to evaluate the messages with her. Instead of giving her a list of music that I choose, I get to teach her to think and choose good music that will help her dwell on all that is lovely and pure. When we shop together, I explain modesty and she begins to understand why some clothes are OK and others are not. When I take a friendship quiz out of her magazine, I can ask her why some choices are better than others and help her become a better friend.

I wish I could say that I always do this well. The truth is I don’t. Sometimes I miss the moment because I’m too busy with other things. Or I fill our schedule up so that there is no margin for these natural moments. Or I tend toward legalism and lists of rules instead of heart change. Or I correct in a way that squashes her instead of developing her. Or I think I know what she thinks or likes when really it’s what I think or like.

But, for THIS morning I have pink toes. And a heart that is brimming with precious moments that Madison and I shared this weekend as we prepared for third grade.

Adding to my gratitude list after too many weeks away from blogging:

  • Freshly pierced ears and a grin that won’t go away
  • Mom and daughter talking about beauty – both inward and outward
  • Dancing around in the living room when no one else is looking
  • Hot pink toes
  • Back-to-school supplies – I love new pencils & fresh notebooks and so does she!
  • Checking out a new coffee shop together and thinking it might be our new haunt as we both lick the whip cream off of our steamers
  • Making silly faces together for the camera
  • Splurging on the purse that matches her new plaid skirt
  • Holding hands as we walk across the parking lot – she’s old enough to cross without my hand but we both still like it
  • Snuggles in her loft and a contented sigh as we reflect on the weekend – the sigh was mine

Thanking God for my daughter and the blessing she is to my life… even if it means hot pink toes for this mocha girl.

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