Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationships. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Crystal Springs, A Home for Hope

There's a road that runs parallel to Interstate 55 South in Hinds County, Mississippi.  That road is worn, in need of repaving and curvy at best.  But that road leads to home.  The little town in which I was born and raised.  Just before you get to the county line, there's a little neon green beer joint on your right. It's hard to miss!  In fact, it is probably more noticeable than the green Copiah County sign just up the road a piece.

There in rural Copiah County, just outside the city limits, is where I spent most of my childhood days.  Days of playing on the swing set in my parents front yard.  Or even rolling down the hill beside that red brick house.  We played many a day on the concrete slabs near the foot of the big pecan tree that now belongs to my aunt and uncle.  And then there was the time my cousins and I tried to float my younger sister down the creek in a cardboard box.  Did I mention we were kids?!  And the best part was that all my dad's family lived right down the road...literally.  And they still do.

My Granny, my mom's mom, managed a women's clothing store on Front Street.  And when we weren't at home, we could be found with my grandfather.  He'd take us (me, my sister and my brother) to my grandmother's store to watch the train every afternoon.  We'd play hide and seek in the clothes racks and try on all the hats.  And then, on the way home, we'd go by the 7-11 to get an ice cream sandwich or a nutty buddy.  We'd watch television or play in the yard until my mom picked us up.  And usually we'd get to see our aunts and uncles because, well, all my mom's family lived in town.

And for the most part, all my family remains in that little rural Mississippi area.  An area that has in some ways changed dramatically over the years and in others have remained quite the same. The public school system is in desperate need, both physically and academically.  The commerce has taken a toll over the years.  But, when something leaves, something new takes its place.  

Recently my family of five moved back to Crystal Springs for a time.  I will say it was very difficult for various reasons.  One, we'd lived in Birmingham, Alabama and were used to having what we needed at our finger tips.  Two, because we knew it would be temporary.  My husband is the pastor of a church in rural Choctaw County, Alabama now.  But for six months we waited and prayed.

As many of you know, there is a controversy surrounding this small town even as I type.  May I say, the issue at hand is not the story that's in the news.  The incident is unfortunate and tragic.  As a believer and follower of Jesus Christ, I'm saddened by the actions of many involved.  However, I want to point out somethings I have seen as an adult.  Not just from living in Crystal Springs but from all over.

We all have prejudices. For some it is race, for some economic status...and I'm sure the list goes on.  However, the key is how we deal with these prejudices. There is no reason we have to act on them.  In fact, most of our prejudices come from a lack of experience on our part.  Many of us have never been where some of these people are.  We don't understand what it's like to be of a different race or economic status.  We place our preconceived notions on others.  We expect that they don't want to work, aren't trying to take care of their families, or are just living off the government.  Truthfully, these are not always the case.

I want to know people and love people.  People who don't look or believe like me.  Who don't have the means I have.  Who love their children and desire to take care of them but can't.  I want to, and have, ask the forgiveness of others when I've wronged them.  And I'm sure I'll have to seek forgiveness again, and again, and again.  I'll admit I make mistakes, have formed opinions before getting to know people and have refused relationships out of my own ignorance.



With all that said, wherever you are, remember that people are human and relationships must be built.  It shouldn't matter the color of one's skin, their economic status, their place of employment, their housing situation, whether or not they have the means to provide for their children and the list goes on.  We can all help one another.  What we don't realize is that we may need that friendship more than the other person.  Because what you don't know about me, you'll never know until you choose to be a part of my life!

Crystal Springs, I look forward to the day that hope is restored in your community.  When there isn't a division of color or class.  Frankly, I look forward to that day for many, many places I've been.  Because hope is for everyone.

Who is it you need to seek reconciliation with today? What prejudices do you need to lay aside in order to be a friend to others? What hope can you share with someone else?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

More than a Candy Cross

Had the best time last night with some ladies from our church fellowship. We all went to a local painting place and spent a couple of hours laughing, painting and just having a great time. I was able to spend some time getting to know a few new faces and enjoy conversation with a few familiar faces.

Isn't it just like God to allow things that we aren't expecting to happen to help us in some way? Shortly after arriving, I noticed a familiar face. One I had not seen in many years. One I had admired and cared about years ago. However, it wasn't a happy reunion. As a matter of fact, there were no words. My heart ached to speak but I remained silent. I didn't know what to say. The only thing that came to mind was "I'm sorry". Sorry for not being who I said I was. Sorry for not returning borrowed property. Sorry. And sorry wasn't even the depth of it. I was, am, more than just sorry. Broken over who I was. Broken. Though I wanted to weep, I smiled. Then I heard a voice, one I had not heard in years. One that brought back more fond memories. Still, it was one that I wasn't sure even really wanted to see me. However, it was good. Refreshing.

We painted a "Candy Cross". Full of color and fun. And all I could think of was there was nothing "candy" about the cross. It happened so that the person I was, I no longer had to be. I no longer had to hold on to my shame. I no longer had to hold on to regret. I am free. Do I want to experience the freedom the words "I forgive you" bring? Yes. More than I can even say. I know that I've been forgiven ultimately. Forgiveness that only my Lord and Savior can give.

I'm not perfect and I won't claim to be. I make mistakes. A LOT. I fail at things. I fail people. More than I want to think or admit. But this morning, I woke up to the sound of the rain outside. And there was a burden lifted. People may not like me, in fact they may despise me. I can't change their opinions of me. And I have to be okay with that. I can't refuse to build relationships, friendships, for fear of failure or negative opinions. Today, I know there is forgiveness. And I rejoice knowing that THE cross is more than just a "Candy Cross".

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Love Wildly

I sat in the passenger seat comfortably as we began our trek home yesterday. Somewhere among the endless tree line and scattered houses, we missed our turn. The already unfamiliar gave way to even more newness. My adventurous husband decided we'd find our way home. I wasn't opposed. So we made a turn at the next little "Radiator Springs" type town and headed off into the unknown.

I watched with longing the untamed pasture land with their clusters of trees and an occasional herd of cattle. Something deep inside me longed to flee the confined space in which I sat and roam the open countryside. To be able to enjoy the spontaneity of the moment and the beauty of the land up close.

We finally, and with absolutely no trouble, made it home even more quickly than I expected. As I went back into "routine mommy mode", I realized that all too often I see adventure from afar. I choose the safe route. I seek the known.

As a wife.

As a mom.

As a believer.

I want to be adventurous, spontaneous. I want to love wildly. To loosen the reins and be free to be who I was created to be. To live up to Christ's expectations for who I am and forget everyone else's. To give my all without reservation. To be willing to leave the familiar and chart new territory.

My heart aches to be loved wildly. To love and be loved without conditions and limitations. To breakdown my own expectations of who I should be and allow

my husband,

my children,

my Savior,

to love me wildly. To make the most of the relationships I've been given. To see them as gifts and not as obligations. They are for here...for now. We take nothing with us when we die. So make the most of every moment.

Love Wildly

Friday, August 5, 2011

The Game of Love

In preparation of our big upcoming move, we've been going through a lot of old junk deciding what to keep and what to get rid of.  I was moving some boxes to the dining room when I saw my big purple tote.  In this tote is all kinds of things, including but not limited to old journals dating back to middle school.  Yes, I would be crazy embarrassed if ANYONE ever read them, partly because I was so immature and my priorities were way out of order.  So why the title of this post? You see, without naming any names, I was "inspired" by a relationship status change from Facebook as well as seeing all my old journals from school.

I've always desired to be loved.  Wanted to be held in high esteem by one man...FOREVER.  Desired to be treated with honor and respect.  Wanted the desires of my heart to be anther's priority as well.  And no matter how many guys I went on dates with, told my deepest darkest secrets to and even shared my heart with, only ONE chose to pursue me and make me his FOREVER.  But way before that ever happened, I believed a lie.  I was told that no guy would ever want me if I didn't date.  Well, let me just tell you, even when I was a teenager, dating wasn't what it used to be!  Love is NOT a game; dating is NOT marriage.  However, way too often, we mistake dating for love.  And love IS a choice, not just an emotion - especially when it comes to marriage.  It is a choice that is made despite how one looks when then first wake up, despite their spending habits, despite their how they were raised.

So, here are a couple of ways dating needs to change, in my opinion.  For one, there must be an element of mystery, not secrets.  The other person doesn't have, or need, to know all your deepest darkest secrets.  However, there should be honesty between the two.  With dating, there should be a mutual respect but not exclusive rights.  You aren't vowing to another person to LOVE them FOREVER, that is marriage! Second, don't make dating a mini-marriage. Dating is a conditional relationship with established boundaries and a potential end.  Marriage is an unconditional relationship without boundaries that is an eternal covenant.

Here I am thinking about all the times people told me this (before I met the Love of my life!) and I let it go in one ear and out the other.  And after seeing the FB status change and all my old journals, well, I was reminded that God is love.  He does not play games with us, especially when it comes to His love for us.  He desires us to trust Him and to know Him fully.  This doesn't happen just dating God.  He requires our time and attention.  You don't fall in love and choose to stay in love over chance, random meetings with little or no communication.  It's the same in our relationship with God.  It's not like a FB relationship status.  It's not complicated, He will not divorce us, nor will He leave us single if we are desiring Him.  It drives me crazy when I ask my husband why he loves me and he answers, "Because I choose to." But honestly, he's so right.  It's the same way with God, He is Love and He chooses to love us (John 3:16).  So remember, love isn't a game...be careful what you make of it.