published in Christian Women Today on March 14, 2011.
https://powertochange.com/blogposts/2011/03/14/so-whats-the-big-deal-about-going-to-church/
Apr 6
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published in Christian Women Today on March 14, 2011.
https://powertochange.com/blogposts/2011/03/14/so-whats-the-big-deal-about-going-to-church/
Tags: church attendance, family, Why go to church, worship
Monthly article for The Christian Pulse.
Apr 30
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First article for The Christian Pulse.
http://www.thechristianpulse.com/2010/04/30/so-what%E2%80%99s-the-big-deal-about-going-to-church/
Tags: family, going to church, worship
I realized the other day that it is mid February, and I have made about $300 this year. Ironically, I have worked harder for that amount than I ever have for anything my entire life. I wrote three book reviews on investment books, which required reading over 900 pages worth of words I could barely pronounce. I turned in my outline and chapter summaries for my book on Decluttering, which took a couple of weeks and a ton of research.
My latest venture was to transcribe video tapes from the old Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. Not just word for word transcriptions, but sound for sound, even when they talk over each other, and in perfect grammar and spacing. Do you know how many words they spoke during a one hour show? Those comedians defined humor, but I struggled to spell Tim Allen’s grunting noises or Johnny Carson’s expressions. After hours and hours of those tapes, my hands are numb and my brain cells are echoing each episode after scrutinizing the same show all day long. It is like a marathon, but with only one episode showing for eight hours at a time, and you can never turn it off.
In my past life, I was never one to make much money, but I could rest in the fact that the harder I worked, the more money I brought in. I knew how to be a good employee. I made a practice of going above and beyond the call of duty, and let the paycheck take care of itself.
Life is very different now. In some ways, I feel as if I have been promoted, but without a pay plan.
God has a plan and it involves me writing. I fully believe that. But it goes deeper than that. His plan requires me to trust in him. His plan knocks me over with unexpected success on some days, while making sure I am prepared to be ignored and overlooked for long periods at a time on most of the others. His plan humbles me daily, causing me to question whether or not I am doing this right. His plan calls for me to show up every day and give Him my best effort, even when it feels like I am accomplishing nothing at all.
More than anything, His plan forces me to find my value in Him.
Because I have made about $300 so far this year, and am exhausted.
The truth is that I am no longer worth what I was before. I realize that.
Or, perhaps, the truth is that I am more valuable than ever before. I guess it depends on where I find my value.
August 25, 1984.
Twenty-five years? How is this even possible?
Still, somehow, here we are today.
Looking back over our wedding pictures, just after being introduced as husband and wife, as we tiptoed down the aisle into a world we were in no way prepared for, I have to stop and wonder what we would have done if we had known then what our future would hold. We were as clueless as we appeared to be, but maybe that is the only way it could have worked.
We soon found that life has a way of taking you to places that you never thought you would go. Difficult places. Rocky places. Places that leave scars. Places where your only goal can be to get through it. Places that don’t leave room to worry about what everyone else is thinking. Places that run like a roaring river and you are tossed in, leaving you to crash against the rocks and hold on until you can find each other on the other side.
Yes, life has a way of taking you through places where the odds are stacked against you, but these are the kind of places that lead you to your knees, and then later, back to each other.
But the opposite is also true.
Just when you least expect it, life has a way of bringing you through places that are much more wonderful than anything you could have ever dreamed.
It really is a perfect balance between the two extremes. Along the way, the path is filled with good days and bad days; gut wrenchingly painful days and deliriously happy days; proud moments and moments filled with shame; questioning your existence moments and defining your purpose moments; keeping your head above water moments and flying like an eagle moments.
It’s impossible to put into words all that we’ve shared, but that won’t stop me from trying – job changes; hard work; promotions; budget cuts; stranded vehicles; buying our first house; broken refrigerators, and really anything else electronic that you can think of; new roofs that no one noticed; the birth of our three miraculous, yet unexpected, children; bad financial decisions; stolen purses; the heartbreaking divorce of a few close “couple” friends; seasons of change – always before we were ready; yard sales that forced us to come face to face with a lifetime of accumulated junk and wondered if this was all we had to show for our years of hard work; baby steps that led to driving teenagers way before we could afford them; vacations we couldn’t afford; rarely used kitchens and eating out way too much; not enough time around the table; being the proudest, and sometimes loudest, spectators at our kids basketball or soccer games/dance recitals/cheerleading competitions/Disney parades; job transfers to states that are too far away; the loss of all four of our grandmothers (who can be seen standing together in one of our wedding pictures); graduations and the wide open choices that follow; way too many car wrecks, followed by way too many insurance adjustments; first pet – Pickles the Pug; the death of Pickles the Pug; do-it-yourself home improvements that always seemed to make it worse; birthday parties; slumber parties; airsoft gun parties; illegal fireworks; bicycles with flat tires; dangerous neighborhoods; church cookouts; crazy VBS skits; mission trips; sunrises and sunsets; autumn leaves falling over kids on shaky bikes; the baptism of all three kids at Fall Creek Falls, performed by their Daddy; tear-jerking phone calls from our kids; watching them make choices and then live with the consequences; too many surgeries; eleven days in ICU; malignant tumor; waiting for test results; and finally, learning to live each day to the fullest anyway, in spite of it all.
For us, the past twenty-five years have been just that – day to day living and finding a way to come out on top, but somehow still together. I guess the only real secret to finding true happiness is to know that it’s a daily choice that we make, and can only come when we realize that God lies in both the good and the bad.
It’s not about arriving at a destination, but rather in recognizing that if you missed the journey, you missed it all.
So bring on the next twenty-five years – slowly, one day at a time, filled with these people and as many God-designed moments as possible.
If 25 years is the silver anniversary, then ‘happily ever after’ must be discovered in the silver lining…
Such a strange family we are.
This was a short and quick vacation for us – a chance to spend a few days with Crystal and Andrew, who were last seen moving home to TN while we were in the process of moving to Michigan. It was designed to be relaxed, cheap, and filled with huge blocks of time meant for doing nothing more than hanging out at the pool or sitting out on the patio. Our neice, Leah, was able to go with us, which is just as it should be, and as it has been for most of her life.
I won’t bore you wth the details, and I’m sure Malloree will post the pictures she deems “good enough for Facebook,” but in reality, the story is told most in our silly conversations along the way.
So, to further confirm that we make no sense to anyone other than ourselves, (and even that gives me reason to lie awake at night and ask God what He was thinking at times), here are a few things overheard on the Grimes Family Vacation 2009 Edition:
1) Fear is in the nose of the be-smeller.
2) You have to sign this waiver saying you won’t complain when you die of boredom.
3) Help! I’m in the back.
4) I think they made this a lighted foot path so that the bears could find us easily.
5) I need to take a shower so I can get ready to go to the pool.
6) I’ll bet this is what that sign meant when it said “Road Closed.”
7) Remember that Alfred Hitchcock movie called “Rear Window?” Well, I think I see a leg on that patio without a person attached. I suspect foul play.
That sign says you can make a friend disappear. Hey Crystal, come here. (spoken by Andrew)
9) I’ve got to wash Andrew’s hair off my teeth.
10) Now that I’ve lost my whole toenail, if I put it under my pillow, do you think the Toenail Fairy will come?
11) Please stop driving down the stairs.
12) Andrew lost his tubing.
13) When I don’t have my contacts in, and I see you sleeping but can’t tell which one of you it is, it’s OK because I know that you are cute no matter which one you turn out to be.
14) Dad, I think that guy is trying to impress you.
15) I put it in my phone and scanned Crystal, and she tested positive.
16) Life seems bearable from the jacuzzi.
17) Life is pretty funny, unless you are the one living it.
Ahhh yes, Grimes Family Memories. And the truth is that I wouldn’t have it any other way…
Tags: family, Gatlinburg, humor, life, vacation
I have this wonderful new friend named Alison. She is the kind of person who tells it like it is; and with just a few words, she can literally stop me in my tracks. I’ve learned more from her in the short time that I’ve known her than I take the time to learn from most of my lifelong friends. She has taught me everything from how not to take things for granted to how to laugh at myself. She isn’t afraid to dive right in and try new things, and lets nothing stand in the way if her mind is made up to do something.
Alison is a lot like my own kids, who are now wonderful adults. They are young, single, and trying to figure out what paths to take next in their lives. They have big questions, and have figured out that the answers must be discovered within them. They are beginning to grasp that they are much tougher than they ever realized.
There is one small difference, however.
Alison is totally blind, and has been her entire life. But, she would never let her blindness define her. As a matter of fact, what defines her is the way she has overcome it.
The more I get to know her, the more she makes me stop and think. One time, we were discussing clouds, when it dawned on me that she had never seen them. The harder I tried to describe them, the more I realized that my words most likely meant nothing to her.
The sky is blue, but what is blue? The clouds are white and fluffy, but what does that mean? They float across the sky like they are in a hurry to get somewhere. The sun peeks out from time to time and you can see the rays reaching all the way down to the earth, almost as if you could reach out and touch them.
My descriptive words meant nothing to her since she had never seen it before. Of course, that doesn’t stop me from weak attempts to portray our surroundings for her, but I have yet to figure out how to describe a color without using other colors.
Now I understand that old line to the song, ‘If a picture’s worth a thousand words…’ because if the truth is known, no amount of words can replace the pictures that Alison hasn’t seen. But that won’t stop her from enjoying the beautiful world around her. She can still feel the breeze, or the sun shining on her face, or the rain on her skin.
Alison tells me stories of calling a cab and then waiting outside for two hours for its arrival. When she called back, she was told that the cab driver had been circling the parking lot, and saw Alison standing against the wall, but didn’t realize she was blind and couldn’t see the cab.
Nashville has a program called AccessRide, which will transport Alison just about anywhere she needs to go. This works well for her, as long as she stays within the parameters, which require her to make an appointment at least 24 hours in advance, and then she is given a window in which they will arrive. This usually means that she is very early, or very late; neither of which she has any control.
Alison has applied for a Seeing Eye dog. Her first application was denied, as they told her that she needed to improve her ‘crossing the street’ skills before she could give commands to a dog. She has worked nonstop to improve in this area, even though the streets in her neighborhood are quite busy. She will try again next year, and I’m sure she will be bringing home a dog meant just for her very soon.
As I think of all she does, I continue to be amazed by the things I do with ease every day. Though simple to me, they become more difficult in her situation, but you never hear her complain. To do laundry, she has to go downstairs in her apartments. With a smirk, she admits to washing all of her clothes together, but what twenty-something person doesn’t? She says she cleans only when she knows she will have company. Not only does that sound familiar, it causes me to marvel at how she can clean when she can’t see the dirt.
She is a whiz with her cell phone and computer. Though she has a feature on both that read her messages out loud to her, the keyboards are regular keyboards and she types much faster than I do. She multi-tasks like no one I’ve ever met, and gets very excited when she receives a message from someone.
She attends college, and has an instructor that helps her at the beginning of the year to find the best path from class to class, as well as where to meet the bus and more importantly, where the vending machines can be found. She isn’t sure what she wants to do with her life, but longs to work where she has lots of contact with people.
When we are together, Alison gently holds my elbow and lets me lead her. I am still learning to do this well, as I steer her around the obstacles in our path. I finally recognized that she doesn’t know when we have a lot of room to get by, and when we need to squeeze it in a little. Sometimes, we now even bump into people just for fun.
I hope my Alison stories continue forever, but this is the most valuable lesson I’ve learned so far.
Alison has no choice but to find someone who knows where they are going and to follow them as closely as possible.
I would give this same advice to my own kids, and anyone else who is willing to listen.
God places people in our lives to help steer us in the right direction. We would all end up in a better place if we would find those people headed where we want to be, and hold on for dear life.
Alison was never meant to face this life alone.
And the truth is that neither are we.
Birthdays. They become our way of measuring life, or so it seems. The world tells me that I’m middle aged, and that I should be feeling older with each step I take.
Whatever. Though the mirror tells me a few things have changed, I refuse to let the mirror have the last word. I will just look at it less often, so it won’t have all the power in our relationship.
Same thing with the bathroom scale. Don’t ask. Don’t tell.
The truth is that on the inside, I still feel like the same girl I used to be when I would sit on the hood of my Mom’s car and watch the moon at night. The moon always knew what to do with itself, and I wanted to be just like it when I grew up. I wanted the world to notice what I did. But, even if they didn’t, I would still show up and do my job every night.
As a young girl, I couldn’t wait to find my calling and spend the rest of my life doing whatever it was God had planned just for me.
But here I sit, just past my 42nd birthday, still wondering those same things. I now realize that life is more about recreating yourself as needed and taking leaps of faith along the way. It’s about the journey; not the destination.
The way I figure it, I’m just getting started. My kids have grown up before my very eyes, and have become amazing adults. The world is a better place because they are in it. I love my husband and can’t wait to see what the future holds for all of us. After some major changes in our lives, it seems that all doors are wide open. And that is a great feeling.
So, I prefer to look at it like this. I’m not a ‘has been,’ but rather a ‘gonna be.’
So look out world! I’m 42% complete and have a long way to go.
Guess I’d better get started.
Another one from the archives, rediscovered during our move. I’m so glad I found it – like a long lost friend. . .
It is a beautiful, cool, autumn day. The sun is shining. The sky is blue, and the breeze is blowing gently.
But I find myself in the midst of a terrible storm.
There is thunder and lightning all around me. The rain is falling in turrents. Ferocious winds have blown through the doors and windows of my house and are now tossing me about. I used to feel so safe here, but now it seems that this is where the storm is strongest. The very foundation of my house is being tested for its strength.
The rain has soaked through my clothes and continues beating hard against my back. I hold my head down because it is too painful for me to look up. The water hurts my eyes and I am unable to see clearly.
The storm has altered everything in my life. Everything that once had a place no longer fits there. Everything that has happened to me before is now insignificant, because this is a new storm and it is stronger than any of the others.
It is totally out of my control. Just when I think the winds are finally subsiding, I get knocked down once again by the fierce crosswinds. I feel so helpless. I silently wonder if I will survive.
There was no warning for this storm. Even if there had been some sort of signal, there would have been no way to prepare for the magnitude of it. There was no emergency newsflash. No one told me I should evacuate. No one can even tell me now what to do in order to survive. And I’m not even sure how long this will last. Will it ever blow over? And if it does, will there be anything left?
The only thing I know for sure is that my life after this storm will never be the same. I will be changed forever, and so will my surroundings.
When I turn on the radio to see how others are dealing with it, I realize that this storm is not affecting their lives. For some reason, this one has only hit my family, my house, and my life.
I have fought to survive for as long as I possibly can. There is no shelter; no safe place for me to go. I am exhausted from the fight. My eyes are weary. I realize that the only thing I can do is to give in to the power of this storm. It is so much stronger than me, and it has lasted so long that I don’t think it will ever end.
Just when the storm has reached it’s strongest point, I am at my weakest. I have nothing left within me to get through. I can go no further. I am ready to admit defeat.
I gently lay on the foor and drop my head. With what little strength I have left, I faintly mumble these three words.
“Hold me, Jesus.”
From deep inside of me, I recall His words. “Never will I leave or forsake you. ”
I look up to see his shadow walking towards me. The thunder and lightning are still crashing about us. He kneels beside me and reaches for my hand.
Through my tears, and squinting against the rain, I tell him I don’t know what to do.
He answers, “Don’t do anything. Let me do it.”
He tells me that he had been with me all along, but was waiting for me to admit that I couldn’t face it alone.
I tell him how scared I am.
He sighs. “I know. I’ve been afraid for my life before too.”
I had planned on asking him why this was happening to me, but suddenly, it didn’t seem to matter anymore. All that was important was that I was no longer alone.
He pulls me closer to him and turns my face toward his. Gazing into my eyes, and waiting for my soul to answer his gaze, he says the two most powerful words I have ever heard.
“Trust me.”
I lean my head against his shoulder, and let the tears roll down my face. Tears of relief. Tears of exhaustion. Tears of letting go. Tears of fear. Tears of anger. Tears of surrender. And finally, tears of faith. One at a time, I released all of them. I feel a calm inside of me that I had never noticed before.
The winds are still blowing fiercely, and the rain is falling stronger than ever. The walls are beginning to crumble around me. My house is in ruins.
I still don’t know what to do, nor when it will end. I still wonder what the future holds.
But I rest, and know that with Jesus holding my hand, we will overcome this storm, and any others that may be waiting for me down the road.
Its true. I will never be the same. Maybe, because of the storm, I will be stronger.
I squeeze his hand tightly. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I know,” he answers.
“What would I ever do without you?”
By now, his eyes were twinkling. “That is something you will never have to find out.”
I smile, take a deep breath, and wait out the rest of the storm.
Janet Morris Grimes
September 11, 1992
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