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What I Learned in June

Lynn Blackburn — Fri, 01 Jul 2016 01:10:00 +0000

I really enjoy taking a few minutes to think back over my month and share a few of the things I’ve learned. (This idea is from both Emily P. Freeman and Modern Mrs. Darcy).

Here goes:

1. I am incapable of being calm when surprised with good news. (Or . . . I *will* make a goober out of myself when something awesome happens).

On June 17th, my phone rang and even though I didn’t recognize the number, I answered it. When the voice on the other end of the line said, “This is Casey Herringshaw . . . ” Well, honestly, I don’t exactly know what she said after that because there was only one reason for her to be calling me and I couldn’t quite let myself believe that it was possible until she confirmed she was calling to tell me that Covert Justice was a finalist in the Short Novel category of the Carol Awards. I don’t actually know what I said after that, but there was a lot of laughing (I’m calling it laughing…Casey might call it maniacal giggling). Other that that, it’s pretty much a blur—although that might have been because of my tears of joy. I generally try to act like a professional, but I must say, it was way more fun to enjoy the good news. Which leads me to the next thing I learned…

2. It is REALLY hard to keep good news a secret! I had to wait 10 days before I could tell anyone about the Carol final. It was *killing* me! I wanted to ask my friends if they had finaled (and quite a few of them did!) and I wanted to share it with the world. But I kept my mouth zipped up tight (no small feat for me) and waited not-so-patiently for the announcement on the 27th.

3. Good news in one area will not fix the rest of your life—or even fix that part of your life. I had one of my most challenging writing weeks – ever – in the space between finding out about the Carol final and being able to talk about the Carol final. Awards are awesome and fun, but they don’t actually make it any easier to write your stories, and I don’t know of a single one that will do your laundry. (If there is an award that comes with a laundry service, please someone let me know because I want to win that one bad). Life goes on. The plot line that was kicking your rear an hour before you get a “call” will still be making you crazy an hour later. The dishes still need to be done. The bills still have to be paid. People will still cut you off in traffic. It’s a very bizarre thing to be simultaneously joyful and despondent, but it is possible.

4. I love to read the Psalms in the summer. I run to the Psalms when I am frustrated and frazzled, and summers are challenging for our family. Children who thrive on routine can struggle mightily in the free-wheeling, carefree days of summer, and that makes it hard on this mama. Without being consciously aware of what I was doing, I just turned to Psalm 1 and started reading . . . and realized I’ve done this before. My Bible is marked up in pens, pencils, and all sort of random notations, but there is nowhere that I can remember what I was feeling when I highlighted a particular passage as when I re-read the Psalms.

5. The best way to wean yourself off caffeine is S-L-O-W-L-Y. I’ve gone cold turkey before and paid the price. In June, I took a slower approach and cut way back on my caffeine. I still had a few migraines, but it wasn’t anything like before. Now, I’m avoiding caffeine in most things except my morning coffee, and even there, I’m drinking less and going with a half-caff approach. I’ve even skipped it entirely several times with no drama. I sleep better and don’t crash so much in the afternoon, and more importantly, don’t get the jittery feeling I had been experiencing far too often before I made the switch. And speaking of coffee…

6. Some things are worth the calories. I drank my coffee black for a while, but I just didn’t love it the way I had before. And yes, I could give it up entirely I suppose—maybe try to switch to tea—but I’ve decided that some things are worth the calories. I drink my coffee with a splash (or two) of half & half. I enjoy every sip. I sit on my deck with the Psalms and I get my head on straight before I dive into the morning. Life is too short to say “no” to everything under the sun just because it might be a tiny bit better for you. Some things are worth saying “yes” to for the simple reason that they bring delight to your day. Cream in my coffee is one of those things.

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Detailed Directions? Not exactly…

Lynn Blackburn — Tue, 16 Oct 2012 13:30:00 +0000

I like detailed directions.

Extremely
detailed.

If you ever need directions to my house, I don’t just say turn
left on this street and right on that one. Oh no. I include important
information such as “Approximately 8/10 of a mile after you turn left you’ll
come to a curve that makes you feel like you should put your turn signal on. The
curve is 1/10 of a mile from your next right turn.”

People love
my directions.

Okay. Actually, they laugh hysterically when the
read them, but the reality is, if I give you directions, you are not going to
get lost. At least, not if you follow them.

This need for detailed
direction is probably why I struggle with Psalm 119:105.

Thy
word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.

I
learned the verse as a child and my mental picture involved an enormous
spotlight shining its powerful beam a good 100 yards down the path.

But
that’s not what we’re talking about here. Oil lamps don’t give off that much
light. We’re talking about just enough light to avoid stubbing your toe on a
root or slamming into a boulder.

And this frustrates me.

After all, God is quite capable of giving detailed
directions.

Have you seen the book of Leviticus? I mean
honestly. Talk about details. (I like to think I get my detail issues from the
Almighty—it’s nicer than admitting to being a bit OCD).

And talk about
lighting a path. This is the God of the Shekinah glory cloud and the pillar of
fire. God knows how to light up a path when He wants to.

And yet . .
.

He seems to prefer to give me just enough information to take
the next step.

No more. No less.

You can’t race along a
path with that little bit of light. Each step must be measured. Each foot
placement considered. You have to be on your guard at all times. And you have to
have faith that the destination is worth the harrowing journey.

Of
course, my faith is what’s at issue.

I have to trust that the One
who lights my path, knows my path.

So I continue to step out,
never knowing what’s next, but knowing He does.

from the archives

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Do you Cut & Paste your prayers? Maybe you should…

Lynn Blackburn — Thu, 28 Jun 2012 15:51:00 +0000

If you’ve followed this blog for very long, you may have read previous posts where I’ve talked about some of my favorite books on prayer (A Praying Life and Praying God’s Word for Your Husband). You also may have picked up on my love of the Psalms.

So you can imagine how delighted I was when a recent challenge from 40 Ways to Grow Closer to God involved praying a Psalm.

I love the idea of praying God’s Word back to Him. There’s something powerful about repeating inspired words back to our Holy God. I can’t help but believe that it makes Him smile.

If praying God’s Word is a new concept for you, I think Psalms is a perfect place to start. In most cases, the psalms are prayers that were sung. And some of them are so very personal, you almost don’t need to change the words.

I’ll give you an example from a familiar Psalm….Psalm 23. If you wanted to pray Psalm 23, you might say something like this.

Father, you are my shepherd. With you as my shepherd, I know I have everything I need. Thank you for providing ways for me to rest and for restoring my soul. Please continue to lead me in paths of righteousness for Your fame and glory.

Get the idea?

Now, the above example assumes that you are in a pretty good place when you start your prayer. But we all know…well…here’s another version.

Father, I know you are my shepherd, but there are so many things we need right now. Please provide. I am so tired, Lord. If I have another day like yesterday, I won’t make it past breakfast. Please lead me to places of rest. A few green pastures and quiet streams would be such a blessing after the roller coaster ride I’ve been on lately. My soul is wrung out. I cannot fix it on my own. Abba, you’re the only one who can restore my soul. Right now, I don’t know what to do, or where to turn. Please lead me. Show me the right path, not so I can boast, but so you will be glorified.

See the difference?

Regardless of whether you’re relaxing by a cool stream in a soft, grassy field, or fighting for each step through a dark valley, try praying a few Psalms today. You might even consider getting really bold and journaling your version.

We’re not going for literary genius here! There’s not a right or wrong way to do this. When you first start praying God’s Word, it’s okay to “cut & paste” – just pray the words exactly as you read them. Over time, you’ll naturally get more creative with the method.

The idea is to communicate with God. Prayer isn’t talking (or shouting) at Him. It’s opening ourselves up to what He wants to do. It’s being still long enough to hear His soft voice. It’s paying attention long enough to notice when He responds.

When you do, would you mind coming back here and sharing your experience with all of us? You could share the Psalm, or you could share why you chose it, the actual words you prayed, or how God has answered.

May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit! (That’s from Philippians 4:23)

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Mindful Mondays :: Are you scared?

Lynn Blackburn — Tue, 01 May 2012 05:42:00 +0000

Do you ever find a verse in the Bible that makes you do a double-take?

You read it. Then you read it again. You wonder if it really means that in the Greek or Hebrew or Aramaic or well, any language, because you just don’t see it happening.

I ran across just such a verse last summer as I read through Psalms. It’s bugged me ever since.

I lead a life that, compared to most of the world’s population, is easy. There’s plenty of food to eat, clean water to drink, and safe air to breathe. I spend most of my days in a comfortable home with appliances that wash my clothes and my dishes, cool or heat the air (sometimes both in the same day), and cook my food.

I go to sleep to the sound of a ceiling fan and an ocean waves app that runs through my husband’s iPhone. And I have no reason to believe that gunshots or bombs or roving bands of terrorists will interrupt my slumber.

I live a life that is unimaginable to huge numbers of the human race.

But I still worry.

I have a generally positive outlook on life. But there are the big what ifs that make my blood run cold. What if someone I love gets sick? What if my kids don’t follow the Lord? What if they mess up their lives? What if…what if…what if…and that’s where Psalm 112:7 comes in and messes with me.

“He is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.”

I’ve tried to ignore this verse, but the Holy Spirit keeps bringing it up.

I asked if it’s possible that this particular psalmist suffered from a serious case of hyperbole. (Short answer – NO).

I wondered if ‘bad news’ in the Old Testament was like a hangnail or a bee sting. A quick check of Strong’s concordance shot that idea down. Turns out what the ESV renders as “bad” is a word that is more often translated as “evil”. So it’s even worse than I thought.

But I couldn’t leave well enough alone. I checked the rest of the words in the verse. Turns out that word “firm” can imply a sense of readiness.

In other words, “He isn’t afraid of bad news. He’s ready for it.”

Mercy.

I am encouraged by one thing. There’s no glossing over the fact that some news is bad. Being a fully committed follower of God doesn’t mean we pretend all of life is a hot fudge sundae with a few strawberries thrown in for fun.

We don’t have to act like our mom’s cancer diagnosis or our dad’s job loss or our child’s rebellion is no big deal. We don’t have to paste a smile on our face and act like it’s all good.

Some news is bad.

But you do have a choice. You can live in fear of it, either before or after it arrives, or you can get ready for it.

How?

You get to know the only One who already knows what’s headed your way. You hang out with Him. You learn from Him.

And the more you do. The more you’ll trust.

And the more you trust, the less you have to fear.

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My Hardwood Heart

Lynn Blackburn — Mon, 19 Sep 2011 14:05:00 +0000

I hate carpet for one reason.

You can’t clean it.

You can get most of the spots out. But they’ll come back.

Because they weren’t ever really gone.

And that’s why I love the hardwood floors in my new house. Love them.

Herds of small children can run around carrying cups of purple grape juice and I don’t care.
Babies can leak. I don’t care.
Adults can drop pizza, toppings down. I don’t care.

Because when handfuls of potato chips are crushed by tiny tootsies, it’s no big deal. A broom, maybe the mop. And, voila! Clean floors.

But—

Why is there always a but?

I have discovered one problem with my floors.

While the epic spills are easy to clean, the day-to-day droplets of life are a little trickier.

I can dust, sweep, and mop every square inch of my downstairs, and then the light streams through a window and I see it . . . a streak a foot long.

How did I miss it?

I’ve learned over the past few months that I have to clean my floors during the middle of a sunny day. I open all the blinds, and if you could see me you’d think I was setting up a putt at the Master’s. I walk around my living room, squatting down, leaning from side to side, checking the angles.

I haven’t lost my mind.

I’m looking for the spots.

I have to hunt them down. And once the light shines on them, I attack.

But no matter how thorough I try to be, I always find more spots—approximately three minutes after I put my Bona Hardwood Floor cleaner away.

As I was tackling one of these random spots with a damp paper towel, I thought about how easy it is for me to see the spots in other people’s lives. Their judgmental nature. Their negativity. Their harsh spirit. Their sin.

But until the Light shines on their spots, they can’t see them.

It dawned on me that in most cases, instead of nagging, I need to be praying. I need to leave the light shining up to The Light. When He’s ready to shine His Light on a spot, He’ll do it.

Very spiritual of me, huh?

Yeah.

I’m embarrassed to tell you that I had mulled this idea over for a couple of weeks before it ever occurred to me that maybe—just maybe—there might be spots in MY life that I can’t see. That maybe instead of worrying about the obvious spots of others, I ought to be praying for the Light to shine on my own spots.

It’s easy for me to see the big spots of my epic failures.

But the spots that build up over the course of the day—the bad attitudes, the pride, the selfishness, the unkind words—are harder to see and so much easier to ignore. I could spend a lifetime trying in my own strength to make myself shiny and spot-free.

But I’ve realized that my heart is just like my floor.

It can only be cleaned in the bright Light of the Son.

Psalm 51:10 ~ Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me. (ESV)

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Mindful Mondays ~ There’s a Psalm for That

Lynn Blackburn — Mon, 25 Jul 2011 15:00:00 +0000

You’ve seen the commercials.

Need to find a restaurant that serves sushi at 3AM? There’s an app for that.

Need to find a store that sells minnows and hair gel? There’s an app for that.

Need to know where the cheapest gas, tastiest fajitas or creepiest movies are? There’s an app for that, too.

With a touch, a swipe, a download, we can get our hands on just about anything we need.

But sometimes, life calls for something stronger than an app.

And as current as tomorrow’s headlines, the Bible comes through … with a Psalm. No matter what life has thrown at you, you can browse through the Psalms and find one that fits.

Feeling happy? There’s a Psalm for that. (Psalm 100)

Feeling blue? There’s a Psalm for that. (Psalm 88)

Floating on a cloud without a care? Suffering pain, persecution, problems with friends and family? There’s a Psalm for all of that, too. (Psalm 57)

But what if you don’t know what you feel?

What if you know you should trust, but feel defeated and alone? Or what if you know God’s supposed to have everything under control, but you’re starting to wonder if maybe He’s dropped the ball?

You guessed it, there’s a Psalm for that. (Quite a few actually. Psalm 22, 42 & 69 come to mind but there are a bunch more.)

In the past few weeks, I’ve needed help in all these areas…I’ve cried out for grace, I’ve interceded for mercy, I’ve asked God “why” and “how long” and “are you sure you know what you’re doing?” and I’ve been blown away by how awesome, powerful, faithful and loving God is.

Some people think the Bible is archaic and obsolete.

But it seems to me God is on the cutting edge.

Because no matter where you are and no matter what you need . . .
He’s got a Psalm for that.

What about you? Do you have a favorite Psalm? Share it with us in the comments.

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