What Women With Time Can Do For Each Other

I know I've written this here before but I am so grateful for the older women in my life. The ones who regularly make room in their busy schedules (do you know anyone who is not busy?) to care about someone else, namely me.

They unselfishly provide a safe place to unload what's in my mind. To say my thoughts out loud. It's a liberating thing to give cooped up, anxious, untamed thoughts some volume. To release them from the prison of my head into the light of someone else's keen(er) perception.

I've learned a few things in the process.  

Often anxious thoughts lose power when exposed to someone who is objective. Their giant size suddenly shrinks.

Fears can sound silly and/or unreasonable once out in the open for someone else to evaluate.

A fresh perspective can breathe new air into predetermined (usually false) conclusions.

Sharing dreams that seem too complex and impossible to attempt can be the beginning of an energy and compulsion to look doubt in the face and simply try. 

Recently I met with two longtime friends one after the other on what became an emotionally fulfilling day. These are the women who invite me to speak freely without fear of condemnation. They generously invest their lives into mine.

I felt more sorry for the first one because she got the lion's share of all my erratic thoughts spilled out on her. I even thought the more I rambled that I must sound like a crazy person.

Surprisingly, she didn't seem even slightly fazed by it. She received all of them as if she came with catcher's mitt on, crouched and ready. (Come to think of it, this isn't her first rodeo with me.) Still, as I babbled and would interrupt myself with, "Am I crazy?", she'd chuckle and say, "When you talk long enough, you always answer your own questions."

Well that's a relief. Not just the part about her not finding me crazy. But the new thought not unlike what the Good Witch said to Dorothy before she headed back home from Oz: "You had it in you all the time."

We prayed together for each other before I left her with a new dose of confidence. I also exhaled thanks to God, recognizing how freely she gives the gift of her time. These days I fear most women have filled their calendars to capacity and wouldn't be able to squeeze in the amount of time it takes to care for another woman's soul. I also walked away a bit lighter, as if I'd lost a few pounds. It felt good.

I moved on to my second friend for lunch. When sharing a meal, we usually congratulate ourselves for the healthy menu items we order. Not this day. She was fiesty and fun and started with, "I really feel like a greasy burger and fries." I was feeling it too. So we indulged. We caught up on the details of our lives. We laughed and poked fun at ourselves. We even thought up some adventures to share together with our husbands in the new year.

Lucky for her she didn't have the burden of receiving any tears from me because my breakfast friend already picked up that tab. Instead, she pulled up where the other left off and propelled me forward. She dared me to dream into the future, looking my fears in the face and moving toward them. I left her with a new spring in my step and something I haven't felt in a while - courage and another gift of time.

Sometimes a person will drive this many miles (one way) to get her needs met. I declared it a Soul Care day. Friends, do you schedule time to care for your soul? Are you aware when you are fully depleted or just a little low and need someone else to listen, carry your load, remind you of what you already know, hug and pray for you, then send you back into your world?

Back in October, I was trying to be a supportive, non-interfering mother/mother-in-law to our newly married kids. When they said they weren't coming hom for Thanksgiving but would spend it with college friends, I said, "Great idea! That will be fun!" and meant it.

Then they announced they weren't going to make the 9 hour drive to our house and 4 1/2 hours further east to Brittany's parents for Christmas and I gulped. Oh. That.

For weeks I tried to cope in silence. (Well, except to Scott, of course.) After awhile I simply couldn't imagine the first Christmas with empty seats at our table. I missed these two. I wanted to see and touch them. This was the longest separation I've ever spent from my son and I was in withdrawal.

With inspiration from one of my ladies who is lovingly bold and honest with everyone, I called a skype meeting. It went something like this, "I know you two have decided not to come home for Christmas but I just want you to know we want you here. We love you. We miss you. We think that if you are going to make it so far from home that you need regular visits with your family. You need to come here and get loved up so we can send you back out in the game."

Because they are awesome, without hesitation they began making travel plans. Yup, they fell for it and came home. It was wonderful. They admitted that after six months on their own in a new, unfamiliar place, they needed a recharge.

Don't we all? It's rough out there. Life is hard. People are mean. Unwelcome surprises invade. We wear ourselves thin even when our busyness is happy. Have you ever had someone patch you back up with the Word of God and prayer then send you back into your world? Have you ever given another that gift?

Of course the solution is that we need to spend time with God, inviting Him to revive us regularly. One of the ways He does this is through His children, people who have time to tend to our weary souls.

On the drive home from my Soul Care Day, one texted me and told me to read from a book we both had, something that made her think of me. A chapter that reinforced what we spoke about. It also included affirmation based on her observation.

The next morning, I awoke to a message from the other one filled with her afterthoughts of our time together. She recounted what we discussed, typed out a passage from the Bible that reminded her of me and then charged me once again to 'go' with her love and prayers supporting me all the way.

Time. Not just in person, but in prayer and follow-up communication. I love that. I honestly can't think of a greater gift. I am the happy recipient of it and treasure each encounter. As nutty as our conversations can be (when I'm doing the talking), they never turn me away but always make time to listen and invest.

I often recount a passage from a book I read years ago as a young wife and mother. Angela Thomas writes,

"Do you have someone to run beside? Do you have a woman in your life who causes you to pick up the pace? Look around and see who is beside you. Who are you pacing yourself with? Do you have a soul mate beside you or someone you need to distance yourself from? Are you being held back in the pack of 'slow runners' when your soul longs to pull away from the herd and quicken the pace?"

She goes on to describe a friendship. "I remember disconnecting myself long enough to think, Who am I listening to? Why am I letting someone who is not passionate about Jesus speak into my life? I finally woke up that day and realized that this friendship was not healthy for me. This woman could be in my life, but I would not give her permission to walk around in my soul."

Here are some further questions she asks:

Who has permission to walk around in your life and give counsel?

Do those friendships hinder your walk with the Lord, or do they spur you on toward greater godliness? Do they make you run fast or just make you tired?

What steps can you take today to move toward healthy friendships?

Do you have a kindred friend in your world? (A safe friend who isn't swayed by your behavior - impressed with you when you're up or disappointed with you when you stumble. One you can be real with.)

Do you treasure that friendship and nurture it? (notice the action in 'nurture')

What can you do to bless her? Do you remember that she is God's gift to your soul?

I guess today I'm writing to both sides of this issue. As women who are running hard after Jesus we need to have positive, walking around-in-our-souls kinds of friends. We also need to be that same kind of friend to someone else.

We must try not to lean heavily toward either end - always being the one someone comes to for advice - never seeking any for ourselves or just being a taker. We need both.

Again, this is why I love God who always has the best ideas. "...The older women should train the younger women." (Titus 2:4) Naturally this means the younger women must be teachable.

Be teachable. Then teach.
Keep learning. Don't keep it to yourself.
Not rocket science.

I pray today that you have this kind of friend (many even!) and that you are extending yourself and your experiences to be this kind of friend to someone else.

I have some younger women friends too. Ones who've sought me and ones I  pursue. They are fun. They keep me from becoming unhip too soon. They are alive and captivating. I learn a lot from them. They add purpose to my life. They make me want to keep up pace. You can't give what you don't already possess. They remind me to be authentic. They can spot a phony a mile away. I need them as much as I need the ones who are a little further down the road.

Don't have either or are your current friendships just taking up space? Good news!! You are just a prayer away.

Ask God for her, someone to run beside who propels you forward.
Then ask God to let you be her, to give you a woman to be that friend to.

Don't be afraid. Be open to the possibilties. Humble yourself if you must. Trust me, this is where great joy is found. Why? Because...

this my dear friends, is Biblical living for women. Let's make the time this requires and get at it.

PS. I know some brave men read this blog. If you've made it all the way to the end today, I think it's safe to say the same applies for male friendships. (See Titus 2:1, 2) Make yours count.

Quotes from Tender Mercies for a Mother's Soul

There's A Birthday In The House

***This is a repost from two years ago. The Birthday Boy is 52 today and all this still fits. Thanks for celebrating him with me today. PS. I did make him a why bother cake (white cake with white frosting) this year.

 The years have a way of piling up on you when you barely notice.  We're celebrating a birthday in our house today and for the first time in two years, the whole family is here to join in.  Yay for 5!

As you likely know, Christmas is my favorite time of year, but birthdays run a close second.  It's a time to remember, a time to evaluate and a time to adjust if necessary but also a time to open presents and eat cake!!

Let me tell you about our birthday boy.

I didn't come on the scene until Scott Burtis was 25 years old (and I was much younger).  I was working at Sacred Melody Christian Bookstore in Syracuse, NY when my boss came to me one day and said all excited, "I've got just the guy for you.  He's coming back to work today!"  Scott had previously worked there and was clearly the boss's favorite.  I replied, "Did you forget I'm dating Jim in Books?"  He said, "I know, but nevermind that, Scott is the one for you."

How did he know?  It would be more than a year until our first date, but things happened quickly from there.  We spent one beautiful Labor Day at the Great New York State Fair and I was smitten.  He moved out of town the next day to take a youth pastor position and I wondered how this would play out.  By the end of the week he was standing in front of my desk ready for another date and by our fourth date I was meeting his Mom and Dad.  Eight months later we were married.  He tells it that we HAD to get married......because of our phone bills. Hey kids, back then you had to pay for long distance calls.

I think I would have married him that first night if he asked.  A man builds a reputation over the long haul.  Scott's preceded him.  I promise I'm not exaggerating when I say there wasn't one person who knew Scott that didn't respect and like him. I noticed it right away.  A godly young man.  There weren't too many of them around and even at 21 I was worried there wouldn't be one for me.  Still, I found this is a blessing and a curse for a girl who couldn't measure up to that.  A girl who wasn't raised to love Jesus and had made too many mistakes at too young an age.  Then one day Jesus came to my life and I gladly received Him, but some bad patterns are hard to break and when you're looking for love sometimes you settle for less, much less than what God has in mind.

So to stumble across one who is "pure as the driven snow" is thrilling, but in the depths of my heart I knew I wouldn't cut it for him, wasn't good enough.  You can imagine my surprise when Scott decided to love me knowing all the shame and regret and ask me to spend my life by his side.  It's a glorious thing when a man resembles Christ in showing unconditional love, grace and forgiveness to another.  I'm that grateful recipient.

We've been together nearly 23 years now and today Scott is 50.  Like every married couple who've lasted this length of time, we've been through the good, the bad and some ugly.  Together.  Our children are nearly grown and we have two in heaven yet to meet.  We've been in ministry most of our time together and it's been a good life.

Sometimes we don't take the time to appreciate what we love about someone until they are gone.  That will not do.  So, since today is his birthday, I've written ten things I love about this man.  Things you need to know.  Well, maybe you don't need to know, but I want you to know!

1.  He's fun and likes to have fun.  His BIG laugh is one of my favorite things to hear, especially when it follows something I've said or done.  He even laughs at the ridiculous, like movies such as The Princess Bride and Nacho Libre.  I don't get that, but I do like his laugh.  He can laugh at himself too, which is necessary when you live with a family who relentlessly makes fun of you.

2. He's a hard worker and provider.  There have been times in our marriage when he's held down two jobs so that I can be home with our kids.  He was even a paper boy in his 30's! 

3.  He has a lot of friends and loves people.  We can't go anywhere in the world where he doesn't know someone. (not exaggerating - we've been to Kenya and Brazil and even on our honeymoon he ran into friends!) He's not one to say "no" to a gathering.  He likes when we have company over.  Often.  And sometimes he helps clean up after they've left too.

4.  He always puts others first.  The word that comes to mind is defer.  In marriage, he always defers to me whether it's a restaurant choice or vacation spot or what CD we listen to in the car.  He never insists on his own way.  Since our first baby appeared almost 21 years ago (oh my word, could that be true?) and with the addition of the other two, he's put another person ahead of himself.  As I consider this, I wonder why more of that hasn't rubbed off on me.  So much yet to learn.

5.  He is a very good father.  I'd like to tell you  he was that Dad who got up in the middle of the night and changed the baby and then brought him or her to me for feeding, but that didn't exactly happen.  And he didn't change a whole lot of diapers either.  Oddly enough, he never once heard them cry after dark.  Weird.  (Just keeping it real here, folks, wouldn't want you to think he's totally perfect.)  Still, he held and rocked and read and played with each one all the time.  He's been there for our kids.  He was the teacher's helper in preschool.  He's gone to all band and choir concerts.  Nearly every basketball, soccer, volleyball game and track meet he's been there too.

He has modeled for our children a life yielded to God.  This last year and a half our kids got a front row seat watching their Dad follow God.  They were there to hear him say an emotional goodbye to a comfortable, successful nearly twenty year ministry and yes to a new adventure God was calling us to. During a farewell reception, they witnessed appreciation and admiration that only a genuine man of God could receive.  And they saw so much love coming their father's way.  While it was exciting and unknown and a little scary, Scott led our family with both confidence and humility.  Because of his leadership, the kids easily adapted even though it meant some hard change for them too.

Less than a year later, they watched their Dad be accused and misrepresented.  Jesus says this will happen to us when we follow Him.  With grace, Scott showed them how to honestly own and apologize for your own stuff, but draw the line when expected to assume what's not yours.  He also demonstrated how to protect and care for his wife.  He did it quietly, with humility. They learned that an upright life is a target for the enemy and even when the arrows fly and hit you, you don't give up on God.  It can even mean that you're on the right track to God's will.

During this time they also watched our home and mailbox and God's inbox fill with support and concern and love from friends both old and  new.  Some life lessons are best learned by living them up close and personal. 

6.  He is a faithful husband.  Just last night I caught him checking me out as I walked away from him in a parking lot.  After all these years, he is still a one-woman man.  I am that lucky woman.  Could he be a little more romantic?  Yes.  Could he speak my gift receiving love language more often than my birthday and Christmas?  Oh my yes.  Could he try a little harder to read my mind and meet my every need before I speak it?  Probably not but a girl can dream!  Still he loves me.  He loves all of me.  He loves only me.  And more importantly, he loves God more than he loves me.  That's the stuff that really matters.

7.  Did I mention patient?  The man is never in a hurry.  Blood pressure medicine is not in his future.  He can wait and wait and wait which is great when it comes to waiting on God, but quite frankly drives me a little nuts when it comes my way!  And I know deep down he likes making me wait.  Sometimes he says that's why God brought him into my life - to teach me patience.  Yeah, that goes over just like you think it would.

8.  He's not a grudge holder and never gives a guilt trip.  No matter how many times I've let him down or hurt him (intentionally or not), he always forgives.  And somehow he seems to forget.  How does he do that?

9.  He's compassionate.  He's held me through the loss of two babies and the loss of some friends over the years.  He never requires one to "get over it" too soon.

10. He not only reads the Bible, but he lives it.  Because of that, he's rock solid.  He is rarely moved.  Again, a blessing and a curse.  A blessing when he leads our family with a trust in God that is unshaken.  A curse when he is not moved by and ignores my plea to buy me an iPhone because he says I won't take care of it based on how many times I've dropped my free phone on hard cement.  Stubborn a little.  Kind of torks me if you must know.

Yet when I look over this list and recall these qualities, it is my sincere prayer that my sons will be the kind of man, husband and father that Scott is and that Ally will marry someone just like her Daddy - but who's really romantic and gives gifts for no reason.

A sweet friend said to me the other day when referring to the character and raising up of our kids, "You and that husband of yours have done well, my friend" and I stopped short and thanked God for that.  I give God all the glory for whatever good anyone sees in our lives, not just because that's what we're supposed to do, but because I know me and I know us along with our imperfections, failures and shortcomings (ask our kids -they know them all too!).  All good things come from God alone.

Now lest you think this man and marriage I've described is flawless, think again.  Today's my husband's birthday - his 50th birthday - YIKES - so of course I'm going to stick to the good stuff!  But even though I've painted the picture of the positive as seen by me, you know it's not all been rosy.  No one is exempt from pain and hard times and a pesky sin nature. 

I'm still working on that list of gifts that I started almost two years ago.  I've named well over 8,000 things that I'm thankful to God for.  Things that speak God's love to me.  And my experience through this has become that when we insist on finding the gifts, all of life looks blessed to us.  Even the excruciating hurt, the loss, the worst of life that we can experience.  Start your own list, you'll see...I promise!  Guess who's at the top of mine.....yup, our birthday boy!

To Scott:  Happy Birthday my favorite!  Now that you've reached half a century and might be considered an O.G. (Old Guy) to some and I continually ask myself, "How can I be married to a 50 year old man?", I know you're the best you've ever been and I love you.  And even though it's your birthday and you should be getting the gifts - I feel like I'm the one receiving today!

Better go make your favorite breakfast - sausage gravy, biscuits and scrambled eggs!  I'm not making any promises about a white cake with white frosting a.k.a "why bother" cake.

this is from a few birthdays ago when he settled for a chocolate cake w/peanut butter frosting

Happy Happy Birthday

Day One

It may be January 8th, but it's still Christmas around here. The temperature outside is well below zero, scoring Ally a two hour delay from school today. Since the radio stations have betrayed me, I have been listening to Pandora Christmas all day. They sure do favor Michael Buble and Bing Crosby. I don't mind. I love it all. I also don't mind seeing this from where I'm sitting.

Makes me happy. I could use some happy. The week started out rough. Ben went back to college signalling the end of the holidays. One of us couldn't be happier that "Now we're back to just the three of us!" but it's a little more complex for a certain someone else.

If that wasn't enough, Scott and I seemed to be a little off. Once we took the time to explore why that might be, it turns out there was nothing to blame, which means it was probably just me.

Yesterday we made a few hospital visits. One to an older lady from our church we'd previously not met who is recovering from painful surgery. The other, a young family we love whose baby had some scary seizures.

When the boys were home they accused Scott and me of becoming 'soft' since they've been gone. Usually this is in regard to their perception of how we are raising Ally (and supposedly how different it is from their experience under our roof - a.k.a.The Truth According To Drew and Ben Burtis) but also that we are more emotional than we used to be.

They're right (about the emotional part only). Tears seem to flow so easily for both Scott and me like when I tried to pray for the sweet little guy in his mom's arms and got choked up, so grateful for the interrupting nurse allowing me a minute to pull myself together.

Part of this rawness I'm sure was from earlier when we were on our way to the hospital. I received a text from a dear friend who got some jarring and unwelcome news that morning. The kind you hope you never receive. I kept it to myself until we were done with our visits and eating lunch. I tried not to sob as I told him about it but was not successful. Soft.

When my friend and I had chatted awhile, these words came off my fingertips onto the screen:

"This is Day One of a new chapter in your life. A different kind of new beginning but you will be discovering new and wonderful things about our dear Jesus that you haven't known yet."

Her response: "I am looking forward to it."
My thought: "I want to be like her when I grow up."

See what I mean about it starting out a rough week? Why would anyone in their right mind take Christmas decorations down and add more sadness? Anyway....

Day One.

I've been thinking about that little phrase over and over since I wrote it. During what seasons - good and bad - do I wish I had the presence of mind to experience with a Day One attitude?

When I got married - Day One as a wife no longer living selfishly for one but sharing everything now until death do us part.

When I found out I was pregnant - Day One of sharing my body and growing a real person inside me.

When Drew, Ben and Ally were born - Day One of being a mommy. Day One of my heart walking around outside my body. Day One of shaping a little life and raising an adult. Day One of not sleeping all night for about fifteen years.

When I miscarried at twenty weeks - Day One of my first up close and personal experience of loss and grieving.

When we bought our first house - Day One of living in the same place for 14 years, the home where we would raise our family.

When we began serving at NSBC - Day One of the best 17 years of ministry at one place.

When family members divorce - Day One of accepting change and rearranging family gatherings.

When Drew left home for college and three years later when Ben followed - Day One of a new normal I knew would one day come but secretly hoped might not.

When we resigned from our jobs without the safety net of new ones - Day One of truly living by faith and not by sight; what I refer to as "the daily bread" stage.

When Drew graduated from college and got married - Day One of him not living in our home anymore. Talk about a family makeover.

None of those Day One's had a predictable outcome. Some of those Day One's we welcomed eagerly, excited for the change they would bring. Others we stumbled into, not knowing what challenges and joys lay ahead. Some we were dragged into against our will and they were painful. Yet others surprised us by bringing good gifts (like a godly, funny, cute daughter-in-law who loves God and our son as wildly as we do).

I can tell you with confidence that in all of these Day One's, God has been faithful, kind and oh-so-loving. He doesn't do everything the way we'd like Him to or when we'd like Him to, but He is always true to His character and promises. He is always present, with His eye on those who love Him.  A deep, growing relationship with us (and you) is always His #1 priority.

Even in the pain, there are joys to be found if we are aware and expecting them. I feel like that's what I do as a full-time job right now.

It's an adventure and a challenge. If I could go back to any of those Day One's listed above, I would be more alert and intentional in how I observed and experienced all that came with them.

I encouraged Brittany recently to be journalling. I wish I could go back and read how I was feeling and what I was doing as a new wife (like what on earth did I cook for Scott those first years before I really learned how? I don't dare ask him for fear he has blocked it out.) and during all those other Day One's. I didn't start writing things down until about ten years into marriage, eight into parenting. My bad. Back then I thought I had a great memory that would serve me in the future. Then I hit age 40. Ahem.

I think being aware, grateful and on the lookout for God's fingerprints is something all of us can do to maximize our life experiences. I laid the challenge out to my friend to notice her Day One as that kind of opportunity. This season she is entering isn't going to yield a conclusion any time soon. She is in for a long haul and a lot of waiting. It will likely be months before a period is put on the end of this sentence in her story.

Just like you, we have more Day One's ahead of us including THE BIG ONE coming up later this year. Day One of the empty nest (picture my aghast expression). God help me, I can't go there right now in January. Be patient, I'm sure you'll be reading more about it than you ever wanted to know.

 Do you have a new situation that just started or is about to? Why not name it...Day One of __________ and go after it with gusto....expecting the Lover and Creator of your soul to be with you in all of it? I love how intentional it is to declare "Day One".

May I press farther by suggesting you write your experiences down? Recording it brings a whole new level of retaining. I promise you'll never regret it. To be honest, my confidence in telling you how faithful God has been throughout my lifetime comes largely from reading my journals.

Did you know that sometimes the best way to get through a dark time is to dump your heart onto the page? Seeing it in writing can somehow lighten the burden a bit. Works for me anyway. Every time. And then to read the stuff that precedes lots of exclamation points!!!! well, that's exciting too. Go ahead, give it a try.

Maybe soon it will be Day One of Christmas Is Over Put The Decorations Away and Move On around here.

Or not.

NEW

Happy New Year!  It's that time again....the last day of the year. Does that statement make you sigh with relief that it's almost over or sigh because you don't want to see it go?

I don't know about you but usually on New Year's Eve I scroll through my mind recalling the highlights I can remember from the last twelve months. We had a big year as a family for sure and I have a sneaking suspicion we will experience even more change in the next.

Whoever gave these kids permission to grow up? To graduate from high school and college? And then leave home? And then get married and move out forever?

Whoa...where did that come from?  I'm ok - guess I just had to get that off my chest.

In church on Sunday, my favorite pastor and husband Scott said something that made me scramble for a pencil and write it down.

"Our best years are not behind us. They are yet to come."

See how it makes you stop and think? When life is confusing or disappointing or frustrating or simply not looking like how you may have planned it, isn't it easy to glance backward and name certain past experiences as the best times of our life - not really expecting them to be topped?

Yeah, I groaned at that too. I don't want to go there, do you?  I believe what Scott said. I also believe God and what He says in His Word. He isn't done with us yet. He hasn't done His best work already, leaving us to coast the rest of the way. That's not His style.

'For I know the plans I have for you,' declares the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.'

For some of us that verse is familiar and one we see mostly on cute posters meant for children's rooms but it is for us bruised and weary grown ups too. There's more.

'I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness. I will build you up again and you will be rebuilt.'

I'm listening. Are you? Have you had a rough year? Lost your way? Encountered detours? You're in good company. So what do we do?

'I will come to you and fulfill my gracious promise to bring you back to this place....Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.'*

Call to Him. Come to Him. Pray to Him. Seek Him with all your heart. He does the rest.

This is why I love January. Nothing like a brand new start to refocus my mind and heart. 2014 was probably the hardest year for my family and me personally, leaving several things unresolved.  I'm inclined to turn my back and say "Good riddance!  Hope I never see you again". But it wouldn't be fair or accurate to let the dark days overshadow the very, very good ones. We had many amazingly happy days as well. I bet you could say the same.

So armed with gratitude and lessons learned, I'm ready to turn my gaze toward 2015. I put on the shelf a giant list of gifts God lovingly gave last year and start a fresh page tomorrow.

I've also written down a few dreams for the coming year. Things I'm asking God for, as long as they land squarely in His will. Only God knows what is in store, but I choose to believe that whatever that may be will be for my good and His Glory. What a great combination.

I'm looking for new. God is all about new.

Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,

for His compassions never fail,

they are new every morning. (Lam.3:22,23) 

'Forget the former things;

do not dwell on the past.

See, I am doing a new thing!'  (Is.43:18,19)

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation;

the old has gone, the new has come! (2 Cor. 5:17)

He put a new song in mouth. (Ps.40:3)

He has new for you too. Not only does He not mean for us to remain the same year after year, He also has life changes in store for us. Good ones. Exciting ones. Ones that will reveal more of how wonderful He is. We haven't experienced all of His goodness yet, not by far. Yes!

As my sons would say, "Get at it, Mom!". I'm planning on doing my part by seeking Him with all my heart, praying to Him because I know He's listening, and trusting that He has my hope and future safely in His hands. Join me?

And who knows...maybe 2015 will be the year we see the most amazing moment in history come true....

Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth...I saw the Holy City, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God...He who was seated on the throne said, 'I am making everything new!' (Rev.21)

Now THAT would be a Happy New Year!

*Side note - those are just a few verses from some promise-packed chapters of just one book (Jeremiah 29,30). See why we need to read the Old Testament?

A Very Merry Burtis Christmas

December 27.  Not exactly my favorite day of the year but I'll take the quiet of the morning to enjoy our last week.

Two of our kids are sleeping and two left yesterday to get back to Indiana in time to help lead snow camp for their church's youth group this weekend. The house is starting to empty again, but our hearts are full.

Let me back up.

Ben got here two weeks ago and last Friday our newlyweds came home for Christmas. Oh happy day! We hadn't touched them since Labor Day - the longest stretch ever for Scott and me to not see our boy and our darling daughter-in-law in person.

Initially they had no plans to travel this way, but after a certain someone felt a certain boldness one certain Sunday skype day and laid out 539 reasons why it was in their best interest (ahem) to be with parents and siblings for Christmas, they agreed and began making plans. What great kids! Hey - don't judge - this mama wasn't ready to have empty seats at the Christmas table this year.

Sunday at church, I was positively giddy. There's nothing quite like the joy of having your whole family in the same row at church. Scott's mom was with us too. Scott and Ally sang a duet together that made us all appreciate their gifts. As we did I wondered what the boys and I could add. They could play basketball....

On the way home I played some favorite selections that our kids grew up on and much to my delight, the boys sang along and quite frankly, nailed it. When we got to Karen Carpenter's Sleigh Ride-It's Christmas Time-Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, they sang her gorgeous high to low back to high syrupy runs with gusto. I was so proud. The girls giggled, surprised maybe that they knew all the words. I think a tear or two escaped from my eyes as I thought, "I've never been so happy as I am at this very moment", so very pleased with my parenting.

We have enjoyed many gatherings with extended family. The gifts can be unpredictable. Take Scott's favorite, for example, given by his favorite mother-in-law.  The title - The Chicken Whisperer's Guide to Keeping Chickens. HA!  A sign?  How can it not be?

We ate (and are still eating) "December food" and have enjoyed every saturated fat and sugar filled calorie. Thank God January eating is on the way to save our wardrobes and overall health.

Here's the one thing I wait for all year round....cod fish balls. Before you gag, let me explain. You take a small piece of pizza dough, stretch it out in your hand, fill it with some cod fish, roll it up and deep fry. Don't knock it til you've tried it. I swear, these are all I care to eat on Christmas Eve.

I tried to bring back some family traditions from Christmases past with some success. We brought out this velvet box. A gift given to us many years ago to keep under the tree as a reminder of God's greatest gift to us, His Son Jesus.

We usually give this the most attention around New Years time when Scott, the kids and I each write on a piece of paper what our gift to God will be for the year ahead and place it inside. It could be a spiritual discipline, a goal or a plan to change in some area that we hope will please Him. Drew read back through some and we all laughed at the repetition. For example, "read through the Bible", "pray more", "stop teasing my siblings", and my favorite, not "throwing fits and freaking out so much". You get the idea. We encouraged the kids to be thinking now of what their gift to Jesus will be for 2015.

We discussed that in order to lead a blessed life all we have to do is live according to God's Word and that His commandments and expectations written therein are always for our good because He loves us and wants a close relationship with us more than anything else.

Next I asked the girls (did I mention Brittany's cousin whom we love like one of our own was with us for a few days?) to choose from the Christmas book collection I have accumulated these last 22 years.

They indulged me by letting me read one to them for old times sake

but it really came alive when I asked Drew to read A Churchmouse Christmas.

 The backstory here is that when the kids were younger I would have him read to Ben and Ally sometimes and I would always have to interrupt with "read with expression!". Finally, at almost 23 years old, he nailed it. Way too much fun.We all died laughing as he put the emphasis in the right places of the rhymed lines and laughed at the sillyness. (And he even wore the Christmas socks I left in his room.)

Here's a picture of the Burtis men just about to lose a rousing game of MadGab to us girls. As it should be.

Then off to Connecticut to visit Britt's family they went for a few days. Ben and I made an executive decision that we would not frost the cut out cookies. He said it would be more fun to do all together and time just didn't allow. BIG step for this type-A mama. I even put them all in the freezer to save for next year. Some times you have to let things go. It kind of felt good to tell you the truth.

On Christmas Eve, Ally sang one of my new favorite songs at church. She did a beautiful job. You can see the video on my facebook page. The candlelight singing was a treat as usual. Yes.

Later at home, the cutest thing- that even in their older teen years, they expect Christmas jammies to sleep in. What mother could resist? Not this one. In fact, because she's a girl, someone got two pairs.

Early evening Christmas Day, Drew and Britt came back to us. We waited the whole day to open presents. Some of us were rather anxious to get to it. No names will be mentioned.

Here are some of my favorite gifts. One day a few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a kiosk of silly t-shirts. I swear I made a spectacle of myself for 45 minutes, giggling and laughing out loud in the store at so many as I tried to choose one for each of these characters. I'm pretty sure I nailed it.

Each of my kids surprised me with something they knew I would enjoy and not expect. Made me feel loved.

Drew and Brittany were especially confident that their gift would make me cry.  So much so that they took a video to get my response "on tape". No you can't see it.

The gift - this personalized canvas print.

Why so special? Of course, you know they got married in June. I chose the song medley for the mother/son dance with Drew. The first song was Steven Curtis Chapman's "I Believe in You" and Scott tacked the chorus of Phil Collins' "You'll Be in My Heart" (from the Tarzan movie) on the end. Waaaaaaa!

It's ok, you can cry too. They seemed pleased with my reaction. One of the best.gifts.ever.

This morning, I sit in the same spot as I have this whole month and thank God for many amazing gifts. Husband. Kids. Family. Time together. Friends. Laughter. Church. Thoughtful gifts. Health. Food. Warm home.

But the greatest gift, the one that makes the above all the sweeter - God's gift of Jesus to me, to save me from my sin and give me a new and eternal life in Him.

"Thanks be to God for His Indescribable Gift." 2 Cor. 9:15

Proof once again that when we choose gratitude, the not-so-good's fade into the background. Like the lack of snow for Christmas. Don't tempt me. I'm shaking it off.

We hope you too, had a most memorable and Merry Christmas.