• Created for Communion: Suffering Friends

    Nobody wants to suffer, but thank God we donโ€™t have to experience lifeโ€™s low points alone.

    In a story that already involved great loss of his possessions and his children, Job experienced even more hardship when Satan attacked his health, leaving him with sores on his entire body (Job 2:7). He hurt so badly that scraping himself with a piece of broken pottery was his solution, and his wife questioned why he was still holding onto his integrity and not blaming God (Job 2:8โ€“9). The scripture goes on to tell us Job didnโ€™t sin with his lips, despite his hardship.

    Jobโ€™s friends noticed and showed up: โ€œNow when Jobโ€™s three friends heard of all this evil that had come upon him, they came each from his own place, Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. They made an appointment together to come to show him sympathy and comfort him. And when they saw him from a distance, they did not recognize him. And they raised their voices and wept, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads toward heaven. And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very greatโ€ (Job 2:11โ€“13).

    Jobโ€™s friends sat with him in his suffering, even when his sores were so painful and disgusting that they didnโ€™t recognize him. They didnโ€™t try to fix it or change it. They made an appointment to show up and waited with Job.

    These same friends also provide a warning to make sure we truly understand what our friends are experiencing and not to pass judgment. Jobโ€™s story continues with his friends, before so compassionate, misunderstanding what happened to him and why God allowed his suffering. Job discusses suffering with them in chapters 4โ€“21, and they blame him for his situation, saying he must have brought it upon himself because of his sin. Job ends up calling these friends โ€œmiserable comfortersโ€ (Job 16:2). Even so, Job prays for his friends (Job 42:10โ€“11), and God restores Jobโ€™s losses. Job didnโ€™t even ask for his wealth to be returned, but when his relationship with God was restored, so was the material wealthโ€”to beyond what he had earlier in his life (Job 42:12)โ€”including his friends who demonstrated both empathy and imperfection.

    The moral of the story: Showing up is paramount, but genuine friendship also requires wisdom and understanding. We need to look beyond ourselves for the good of the other person and withhold judgment.

    My losses look nothing like Jobโ€™s, but I can mark moments of grief in my own life when certain friends showed up in deep, meaningful ways. I remember the summer I was grieving the unexpected, complicated death of my dad and having so many porch conversations with Becky, who was experiencing her own, different grief of circumstances changing. Monica and I connect easily when we have parenting hardships. Our families have a lot of similarities being formed through adoption, and she understands how that affects spiritual, mental, and emotional health of our kids, especially during the middle school years.

    Different seasons will require different things from us as friends. Sometimes we will meet needs; other times we will be the ones who need help. In hard times, friends have to help each other remember Godโ€™s promises and trust Heโ€™s still working.

    In 2016, Dwana experienced her friends caring for her after she had to deliver her stillborn baby boy, Malachi. Her friends cleaned their house and filled their fridge with mealsโ€”tangible comforts during deep suffering for a family. Yet her kids witnessed God in the midst of despair. Her four-year-old daughter at the time told her sister, โ€œMommyโ€™s friends all did this because they love us and know we are sad because we couldnโ€™t keep Malachi, and they love Jesus, so He loved us too.โ€ She watched her parents grieve, but she also watched Jesus comfort her parents through their friends.

    More recently, Tiffany experienced this after her son had an ATV accident that left his arm requiring multiple surgeries, including skin and bone grafts. Her sonโ€™s eighth-grade year was interrupted and changed, but life went on in some ways. โ€œIโ€™m in a season of life when my close friendships with a few women have been life-giving,โ€ Tiffany said. โ€œThey know my lunch and coffee orders and will fold my laundry. I have been shown Jesus through friendships a lot. They have spoken truth in my lifeโ€”not clichรฉs but in-the-trenches-with-me truth. These hard truths keep faith with me, faith that tells me everything will be okay, and even if not, they will be there to help me figure it out.โ€

    Life has challenging seasons, but God provides relief and truth through our friendsโ€”despite their blundersโ€”so we can find healing on the other side. 

    *****

    This is one chapter from Created for Communion: Discovering Godโ€™s Design for Biblical Friendship. There is another sample section available on my website as well as other freebies, like One Another verses and a playlist. Buy the whole book here

  • Reflections on living & dying

    I knew I wanted to gather some old friends to celebrate my 40th birthday. Four dear friends (and three of their husbands and kids) joined my family at my lake house for the first weekend of May. They brought gifts, memories, and all the food we needed to feed our party of 23 people.

    Jaclyn, Sarah, Katie, and Bekah hadnโ€™t all met before, but I have histories with them that span decades, literally. Some of our stories have overlapped, but I knew this was the right group of people to gather together.

    Starting in 1990, Katie was my next-door-neighbor-turned-best-friend for all of middle and high school and we remain friends across the state who wish we were neighbors. Bekah and I also were friends in middle and high school. We swam together, she introduced me to country music, and we continue to gather at Christmastime and other times we have extra time when weโ€™re visiting my mom in Louisville. (Fun side note: I encouraged her and her now-husband to date, so they blame me and thank me in the same breath. Iโ€™ve actually known her husband Barrett longer than anyone who was at my lake house that weekend!)

    Jaclyn and I met in college and had intersecting friends starting in the fall of 1998. We actually got closer after college, got married the same summer, walked through infertility and all the early days of motherhood literally together, and now miss each other if we go too many days without hanging out. Our husbands and kids are tight too. Sarah walked into our church in May 2009, pregnant with Davey who would become my Benโ€™s first friend, and weโ€™ve basically been friends since. Sheโ€™s since moved four hours away, but we have an ongoing, never-ending text conversation that brings me so much joy.

    Jaclyn and Katie put together a book of blessings and memories from all kinds of people in my life. Jaclyn gave me other goodies and helped organize the whole weekend. Sarah gave me a felt letter board with a sweet message already displayed. (The quote is a reference from a book about friendship by Melanie Shankle that Jaclyn, Sarah, and I like to quote to each other.) Katie made me a T-shaped shelf thatโ€™s already hanging on my wall. Bekah bought my dinner when us girls went out for Mexican food one of the nightโ€™s together.

    Our boys fished and caught enough bluegill and catfish to feed us lunch on Sunday. The older girls made friendship bracelets, had a sleepover in the basement one night, and helped us keep track of the little girls. We went on some boat rides, laughed at memories, told back stories, and ate well.

    My soul was so filled with these
    new memories with old friends.

    The celebrating continued on Monday when some of my friends I know from my kidsโ€™ school gathered for breakfast together. It was such a sweet way to begin the new week celebrating some more. Forty certainly had me reflective and craving all the quality time with people I love.

    I wanted to celebrate with my people, but God knew I would need to be filled to the brim with love and support as the week continued. God saw beyond my 40th birthday.

    My dad went into cardiac arrest the evening of May 7 โ€“ four days after I turned 40, one day after Cate turned 12, and five days before Motherโ€™s Day. He passed away about 35 hours later, on Thursday, May 9. (Here’s his obituary.)

    He had been without oxygen three different times โ€“ for an undetermined amount of time when he went into cardiac arrest, on the way to the hospital in the ambulance, and again in the emergency room. His body never recovered and I watched him stop breathing while hooked to a ventilator and lots of medicines in an Indianapolis hospital.

    I havenโ€™t written much about my dad here because our relationship was complicated. For years, Iโ€™ve grieved not having the kind of relationship I wish we had. My dad and how Iโ€™ve long longed for his approval and attention were the subjects of conversations in counseling. Iโ€™d forgiven him and tried to share my life with him, even from a distance.

    Regardless of the complications, he was my dad. Right after I was filled from my birthday, I found myself unexpectedly grieving. As Dad was unresponsive in the hospital bed, I learned things about his life in Indianapolis I didnโ€™t know. Even my grief has been complicated and in the days since his death, Iโ€™ve found myself beneath a cloud of emotions.

    With three kids, the end of the school year, and my everyday life here, I have been able to step out from beneath the cloud, but then when Iโ€™m not distracted anymore, itโ€™s still there. Grief is tricky. And Iโ€™m so grateful I was filled to the brim with love and support before I had to begin to navigate my dadโ€™s death.

    I have questions I wish I could ask him. I want to hold onto hope for a little longer. I remember him as an innovative educator who created an environment at an elementary school for most of my childhood and then a middle school just a little farther down the road that teachers, parents, and students loved. He excelled in his profession.

    Three of the friends who gathered at my lake house knew my dad. We had actually talked about some childhood memories involving him just days before he died. Looking back even a couple of weeks, God was preparing me. I didnโ€™t realize it then, obviously, but, for as unexpected as the timing was, I also found comfort in his death being sandwiched between so much life.

  • Five Things I Learned in February

    Itโ€™s Leap Day โ€“ like a whole bonus day in our year. And itโ€™s Monday, which does leave me wishing we got an extra weekend day. But, you know, Iโ€™m always wishing for more time, so Iโ€™ll take what I can get!

    Speaking of weekends, as a stay-at-home mom who does some freelance work on the side, Iโ€™m always surprised with how glad I am for Friday to get here. I thrive on routine, but Iโ€™ve really been loving the other days โ€“ the ones that break from the usual. So even though I spend quite a bit of time at home during the week, I really love the weekends when all my people are here and our lives donโ€™t revolve around school and work calendars.

    1. Spontaneity is good for my Type A soul.

    Our best friends had four free extra passes to Winter Jam in Nashville (two hours from our house) and offered them to us the day before the concert. We decided to go, meaning we drove two hours after school for a five-hour concert, and then two hours home. We got home at 1:30 am, and thankfully all three kids slept nearly the whole way home, but they were all up past their bedtimes. Ben did take a nap in an awkward position in his chair while musicians and speakers blared throughout the arena.

    Iโ€™m so glad we went. The road trip was good for my soul and connection with my husband. (We have some of our best talks in the car!) And we got to hear Lauren Daigle, Sidewalk Prophets, Matthew West, Crowder, and For King & Country (and some bands I cared much less about).

    2. Sometimes two books have a message so intertwined you know you were meant to read them at the same time.

    Thatโ€™s how it was with โ€œThe Gift of Friendship: Stories That Celebrate the Beauty of Shared Momentsโ€ and โ€œBetter Together: Because Youโ€™re Not Meant to Mom Alone.โ€ Theyโ€™re different books with a similar message of we arenโ€™t meant to do life alone because we really are better โ€“ stronger, kinder, wiser, funnier โ€“ together.

    In โ€œThe Gift of Friendship,โ€ Dawn Camp has compiled stories from different writers that celebrate and encourage real-life friends. Jill Savage and her daughter Anne McClane offer practical advice and inspiration for moms in โ€œBetter Together.โ€ Friendship requires vulnerability and books like these are good companions for the journey.

    {Here’s a real-life story on friendship from my own life. And here’s some mom confessions inspired by a theme from “Better Together” with information on how to get free resources if you order the book before it releases tomorrow.}

    3. Colleen Coble is an author I like.

    I bought one of her books โ€“ โ€œTidewater Innโ€  โ€“ when the Kindle version was really cheap several months ago. I needed something recently to keep me company on the treadmill so I started it and was hooked. I immediately continued to the second book in the series and then the third. Turns out, Coble has written tons of books, so thatโ€™s good for me.

    {Hereโ€™s the Hope Beach series Iโ€™ve devoured :: Tidewater Inn // Rosemary Cottage // Seagrass Pier}

    Theyโ€™ve been an entertaining combination of romance and suspense set on an island that makes me want to go to the Outer Banks. Plus the characters are likeable and itโ€™s fun to see their stories intertwine. Once I finish โ€œSeagrass Pier,โ€ Iโ€™m likely to read the other few series sheโ€™s written.

    4. RSV is vicious.

    Iโ€™ve never had a baby get RSV โ€ฆ until last week. Third baby is a charm, apparently. Of course, the other two coughed and had low-grade fevers, but RSV didnโ€™t keep them down like it did Rachel. I knew she was sick when she went a couple days without really smiling. {See an Instagram post about that.} It was sad to have her coughing and lethargic, but I did enjoy the extra snuggles with my baby girl who seems so big some days.

    5. Iโ€™m having fun planning and designing a new monthly newsletter.

    And by new, I mean, one that never existed from me to you!

    Iโ€™ve been messing around with MailChimp, and Iโ€™m excited to launch my monthly newsletter on March 1 {TOMORROW!}. And if you subscribe to my newsletter and posts, youโ€™ll get a FREE #choosingJOY printable.

    I have other plans for my email friends โ€“ who are likely to receive other free gifts and be among the first to hear news, like when I finally get around to updating my ebook (hello, third child).

    Iโ€™m grateful for those of you who already let me into your inbox! {The rest of you can subscribe here.}

    Happy Leap Day! How was your February?

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    I’m linking up with Emily Freeman, like I do at the end of every month. 

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