Revelation 21:4
Remembering Brent (1968 - 2023)
Revelation 21:4
Porch #80 * Tell . Write . Listen
PORCH
a soft place to land
a calm weekend haven
a gentle pause from life's busyness
so we may experience
the tender lovingkindness of Jesus
as we do life together
in community
To let us know we're not alone.
'A measure of shame seems to accompany disability. There is an innate shame in inconveniencing others for something that is neither your fault nor your desire. And a shame in having well-meaning friends overreact: some may treat you like a fragile antique, or complete your sentences when you pause a second to think of a word.'
'You know that there’s infidelity. You know that there has been abuse ... those years were maniacal ... Looking to your mother and thinking she can’t take care of me, looking to your father and thinking you are the scariest thing in my life. And what happens to us now? It really was terrifying.'
(content warning: sexual abuse, mental illness)
Porch #67 * Nudges Toward Wholeness
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I am _____________ and it's left me feeling _______________. I am making the choices to _______________, _______________, and _______________ so my body, mind, and soul can be strengthened.
Porch #66 * Clarify Your Motivation
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Fear? Pride? Position? Anger? Ego?
- 2 Corinthians 5:9
Compassion Fatigue * Part 1
Compassion fatigue can be understood as a comprehensive exhaustion that takes place over time when one is constantly in the 'giving' position and, as a result, loses his/her ability and motivation to experience joy, satisfaction, or feel and care for others.
It is sometimes referred to as secondary or vicarious traumatic stress associated with the emotional residue related to the cause of caring. The traumatic event or crisis did not happen to you directly, but you were close enough to those it did impact that its detrimental effects can still have a causal outcome."
Porch #64 * 'A Holy Curiosity'
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👉 The Listening Life: Embracing Attentiveness in a World of Distraction by Adam McHugh is, hands down, one of my all time favorite books. It was our second Book Club read back in 2018. In fact, if I could only recommend one book to you for this whole year it would be this powerful, yet easy to read gem.
👉 If your church is looking for a lay ministry to come alongside the hurting, check out Stephen Ministries. A huge component is learning to be faithfully present for someone, listening well, asking wise questions, and gently pointing the care receiver to Christ. No pat answers, no fixing, no preaching. I'm a huge fan.
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dear Lord
help us to listen well
like Jesus did when He
stopped what He was doing
& turned His focus to
the heavyhearted who
yearned for His loving care
He showed us how to meet
people right where they were
fully attuned to their neediness
no matter how many demands
clamored for His attention
teach us to discern
Your still small voice so we may
receive compassionate grace
to be wounded healers
for those You send our way
for Your sake
& the redemption of the
bruised & broken
amen
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👉 During this weekend, let's look for an opportunity to fully focus on someone else, with lovingkindness being the only agenda ~
Linda
Deepest Shadows
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; for You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
Death casts a shadow wide and long.
The impact of suffering on those who've borne witness is unexpectedly immense. There really are no words for this kind of heart-wrenching experience. We are impacted to the core, the very center of our beings, in ways that are difficult to comprehend.
When you've loved well, you grieve deep. When you've opened your heart and been all kinds of vulnerable, loss is multi-faceted and raw. We are left fragile, tender to the touch. Hard grief costs, it doesn't come cheap, and there is a lingering price-tag on body, mind, and soul.
The shadow is death's calling card and it lingers unbidden for those who remain earthbound, those who have suffered loss but have not yet been freed to the bliss of eternal life with Father, Son, and Spirit.
We navigate the fierce winds of grief's storm as He faithfully cradles us close. We venture forward, one day, sometimes one hour, at a time. Each tearful sigh and deep breath become a lavish grace.
And the promised new-every-morning mercies whisper a richly blessed assurance that there is hope, a healing of sorts. For we can slowly emerge from being torn and tattered into one who grows into a wounded healer. A soul who's been there done that, whose heart beats kinder, more empathetic, and far wiser than humanly possible.
We don't grieve like those who do not experience the promises and comfort of Jesus Himself. Yet, we will never be the same. And that could end up being a very good thing.
Linda
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photo by Tirza van Dijk on Unsplash
No, You Didn't Miss the Boat
Not so.
Porch #38 💔 Heartbroken Edition
Welcome back to PORCH,
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Embrace community.
Discover a fresh perspective.
Grow your faith in Christ.
Get unstuck.
Share your story.
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* sing Psalm 5 (Give Ear to My Words)
'Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God' ~
Linda 💔
<< A Reading Feast
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Richella & Lisa
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Are You Expecting?
Wow, I can't begin to tell you how good it is to see you, dear friends!
I had no idea when I'd ever be back in the saddle again, laptop open and active. And then when I started to think about returning, well, the sky fell in and life shifted drastically.
More about that another day.
I realized I was yearning to hear your 2 cents, wisdom, observations, and insight again. To cultivate encouragement and a deeper faith in Christ through our shared conversation and community.
I admire those astute and organized readers who keep a well-organized journal of every quote that grabs their heart and begs for their attention. I wish I had done that along the way.
Instead, I have pieces of paper strewn about in drawers, ripped out of magazines, used as bookmarks, lost in a random pile somewhere. But this quote from the recent Gordon College magazine, Stillpoint, was just too good to be tucked away.
Whatever you have lost, whatever you watched dissolve away and whatever is yet to disappear in the coming months, please do not allow expectancy to go, too ...
Gather up your strength, wrap your arms around hope and expectancy and drag it with you into the days to come. There is work to be done in this new day. There is learning and exploring ahead. And there is purpose and meaning calling you forward.
- Heidi Forget, M.S.W., L.I.C.S.W.
Many of us can't help ruminating for far too long over all we've lost this year. Vast changes and ongoing challenges have been the name of the game and have impacted us in almost every area of life. Some are quick to adjust and move ahead, while others are having trouble navigating each and every turn.
The downsides of this year seep into every conversation. This is a wearisome quicksand, an exhausting quagmire that has halted us in our tracks and slowly turned us inward instead of outward and upward.
This has nothing to do with faulty character or a lack of faith. God has designed us to embrace routines and rhythms, serendipity and adventure, purpose and freedom in the company of others.
But truth be told, much has dissolved away like melting snow in springtime ... and most likely may not return. We can't reclaim the months, the plans, the dreams, the gatherings that we have had to relinquish.
But hope is the name of the game. It is what God has called us to. Primarily hope in who He is, His unchanging presence, His holy character, His gospel plan, His promises for the future.
So let's be honest about what we've experienced. Let's continue to grieve and mourn even as we adjust and make fresh choices. Those words expectancy, learning, exploring, purpose, and meaning are sheer gold simply awaiting our choosing.
Let's go there. By His grace.
And if you are beyond weary and find that beautiful expectancy illusive or laughable, there's no need for you to be responsible for mustering up your own strength and dragging anything anywhere. His strength is perfect when our strength is gone. And the Lord specializes in carrying us tenderly and gently into a new day, an unknown season, an immense harvest field begging for workers to share His lovingkindness to a world gone crazy.
He is able.
Linda
In Which I Interrupt My Own Blogging Break
Dearest Readers ~
Hey, how are ya' doing!
I'm loving my blogging break ... puttering outside in the garden, gathering with small groups of friends, ice cream runs, leading a Women's Pandemic Support Group, staying pretty much offline and away from the news, hoping for a jaunt or two over the bridge to the 'mainland,' anticipating the future even as I savor the two steps forward one step back cadence of autumn's arrival.
I'm dropping by to share a new page on the website with you, a gathering place for pandemic resources. I plan to keep it updated often as life continues to unfold.
Click pandemic support to catch up on all the conversations we've shared about the tremendous impact of the coronavirus on every aspect of our lives. Some music that will soothe your soul. Scriptures to build your faith.
And for you Cape Codders, info on Round #2 of a Women's Pandemic Support Group that God has serendipitously pulled together.
I hope you are well and finding mid-September to be offering you pockets of sheer delight right in the middle of ongoing change, uncertainty, and busyness.
If you haven't subscribed to the blog, there's no better time than the present! Head right over here.
May the Spirit gently still your soul in the midst of it all ~
Linda
Remembering Pastor Bob (1940 - 2019)
I'm confident that his deep bass voice is joyfully lifted strong as he praises God face to face ... and I can only imagine that he's having the time of his life meeting and greeting the many saints, family, and friends that went on before him.
From 2002 - 2015, I had the joy of serving with Bob on the pastoral staff at the church where he was senior pastor and then at Creekside Ministries, the pastoral counseling center / house church we co-founded at the home he shared with his lovely, gracious wife, Dottie.
Along the way, Bob and I partnered together in developing a Celebrate Recovery program, facilitated week long seminars for single parents, and provided marriage counseling as a team so that both husbands and wives could feel comfortable as they sought help and support.
Bob's deep love for Jesus and his passion for caring for his flock are well known. His hearty laugh and propensity to burst into a verse or two of a favorite hymn as he went through his day are fondly remembered by all who interacted with him. This mighty prayer warrior deeply cared for those who were broken in spirit and was an incredibly powerful preacher of God's Word, a kind and tender-hearted pastor who loved his people well.
In our 13 years of serving God together, Bob generously opened numerous ministry doors for me, championing my work in ways that I most likely never would have otherwise experienced as a woman in conservative evangelical circles.
To say I am grateful would be a vast understatement.
Bob, if you're somehow reading this, please know that your Christ-centered life and faithful ministry impacted countless souls for the Kingdom. Tim and our family join me in grieving your immense loss. We thank God upon every remembrance of you {Philippians 1:3}.
Linda
Stop With the Excuses
I said a quick prayer, shut down the computer, and went on my way. She was someone I had said 'hi' to a few times here and there but I really didn't know her and it had been eons since I had taken a meal to someone I didn't know.
But through the hours that followed, God kept whispering, 'take her a meal ... take her a meal ... take her a meal.'
And finally I said 'yes' to Him and to Meal Train and to my church family.
Yes, I'm a part of this Body. Yes, I will step up to the plate. Yes, I'm done looking for reasons why I can't ... or more accurately, why I won't.
I suppose this sounds like no big deal to you, right? Someone's in need, the church sends out a call and you say, 'yes, of course I'll bring a meal.' But truth be told, if you're introverted or kind of new, it can be hard if we don't know the person, have no idea where they live, aren't sure what to whip up in the kitchen, don't really feel like a part of things, don't know alot of people.
Blah, blah, blah.
Oh what we've missed along the way in serving others, in honoring Christ, because we felt uncomfortable, or didn't want to be inconvenienced, were simply far too self-absorbed ... or {gasp} just plain lazy. And it has little to do with being introverted or new in town.
Stop it.
Stop with our endless variety of lame excuses why we're not reaching out the way we've been called to.
Stop waiting around for some kind of gold plated invitation to get involved, to serve lavishly, to love well.
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My husband's been noticing an unmet need in our community in recent days. Actually it's been a few years. I've been nudging him to go for it, to step up to the table, to use his giftedness and his experience, to kick his vision into gear.
Too bad I haven't been taking my own advice.
On Sunday afternoon, I chopped up a whole bunch of stuff for a big ol' chef salad. Grabbed a Pillsbury brownie mix and rolled out my infamous Mom's Biscuits. Put the oven to work. We hopped in the car and I had the loveliest visit with the sweetest woman who radiated Christ to me. I got to pray with her.
I left full and overflowing ... strangely relieved and at peace. Finally obedient to a simple request God had placed right in front of me.
No more excuses.
Forgive me, Lord, for the ways I've let You and my church family down. You know my heart ... and You love me just the same.
Linda











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