Saturday, March 26, 2016

Finding Another Way

Friends, It has been a long, long time since I posted. I won't go into any details, but I was simply out there "Free Fallin" and now I'm back. Maybe one day, I'll fill you in, but for now, I'd rather simply pick up from here like good friends do. 

With three days of bed rest for a pesky virus behind me, today I was on my way out back to feeling human again. For three long days  I'd been good as gold and did absolutely nothing. (Just checked my UP wristband - 250 steps or less per day, baby! I nailed doing nothing like a champ!). I knew I couldn't do too much, but the need to accomplish something returned with a vengeance. I took that as a good sign.

So I crawled off the sofa, turned off the TV and  unloaded the dishwasher. The minimal effort didn't send me running for the Motrin so I decided it was safe to take on another light task. 

Mind you, changing the sheets or washing a load of clothes might have been more productive, but I didn't want to waste my precious low energy stores on anything that mundane. I needed a challenge, but...

...on a People Magazine crossword puzzle difficulty level - nothing too mentally taxing. 

...definitely nothing visually taxing. The headache behind my eyes was subsiding, but checking email felt like looking into oncoming headlights.

...absolutely nothing physically challenging either. Up until today a single flight of stairs bumped my heart rate into my anaerobic zone.

...So I chose to unlock the roll top desk.  How's that a challenge? 
Saturday, in preparation for a party, I closed the top of the antique roll top desk to hide just a few unfinished projects and stray Christmas decorations. I had no idea the old curmudgeon locked automatically when you rolled the top down. Had I known, I would have removed the only key from the hidden compartment inside the desk top. As I said, I did not know and now i had no key.

I started with a pretty obvious Google search - "How to pick the lock on an antique roll top desk."

As I paged through the copious search results I was pleased to discover I was not an idiot - at least not the only idiot who'd locked the keys to a roll top desk inside the roll top desk. After I watched a few lame videos and learned a bunch about antique skeleton keys, I found a few posts on message boards describing how to pick a roll top desk lock.

I'm no stranger to internet malarky and Pinterest poppycock, but I tend to forget how vague people can be when posting about their field of expertise or interest. And I quote... "All you need is two paper clips and needle nosed pliers" What size paper clip? There are several you know. I straightened out the paper clips as instructed... easy enough, but come on.... "Bend 1/4 or 1/3 of the end of the wire to look like an "L"...."Bend the extreme end of the other paper clip to look like a dental tool." Are you serious? My dentist has a 
tray full of different tools and 1/4 OR 1/3 is not an instruction. These ares choices I was not qualified to make.

But a gave lock picking a try and failed miserably... several times ....but my determination or will to persevere was stronger than my need to take a nap.

I was determined to find another way! 

So, I browsed even more message board threads on "Unlocking a roll top desk" and discovered this is kind of a thing... not a Twitter #trending kind of thing, but a real thing. Many antique roll top desks were designed to spontaneously lock when closed. Who knew? Obviously, not the people asking as far back as 2011 or me.

Finally, I followed a thread commented on by "Mikk" (a Brit with real issues about Americans' dismissive online manners) who had a rather novel solution. In-between 2 posts calling out "Linda" for rudely banishing any hope of picking the lock and advocating for a locksmith, he shared a little known secret about antique roll top desks. Mikk explained locking the key inside was also an issue in the 19th century, so most roll top desk locks were built with another way in... to allow the owner access if the lock failed or the key is misplaced. According to Mikk all I had to do was remove the center drawer and equipped with 2 flat head screwdrivers and 3 hands, manually manipulate the lock's latch flanges from a carved out access slot directly under the lock. 

I'd discovered another way! 

Good thing I kinda know what a flange is, or I do now, cuz with renewed energy, I slid myself up into the knee space like a mechanic rolling under a car. There it was! Through a carved out slot I could see the bottom of the lock's latch with a flange peeking out on each side.

Armed with a flathead screwdriver in each hand and one foot, (I didn't have 3 hands available, so I improvised!) I pushed the two flanges back into the latch, inserted my big toe into the roll top desk's handle and pushed up with my foot. The top glided opened.

I took a moment to reveled in a burst of joy, pride and burst of energy as I marveled at my own cleverness and tenacity. 

Finding another way to accomplish my first challenge after several days of accomplishing nothing at all felt even better.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Too busy to blog…

The last few months I haven't written a single post and it was time well spent.

Don't think for one minute I'm going to give you a litany of all the things I've gotten accomplished while away from my keyboard. It is not because I'm too humble to brag, because I'd be lying. Blogging  lends itself to bragging and seeking attention. I blog therefore I probably am.  

I haven't posted since September because for once in my life, I threw off the shackles of obsessive "doing" and spent a lot of more of my time getting used to the idea of simply "being".

…being with friends and family.  I've had more "me" time to re-energize my inner introvert so when I am with my "peeps" I've been told I appear more relaxed. My guess is that makes me more approachable. At least, I hope so.

…being a voracious reader for fun. I read the latest best selling novels, historical novels, and older novels I wanted to read when they came out, but watched the movie instead to save time. I even began re-reading a biography I enjoyed reading last year.  Reading a book twice always seemed like a waste of precious time better used for my never ending "To-do" list. I must admit revisiting a book felt delightful indulgent at first, but I'm over it.

…being a helpmate to my husband. After 35 years of working full-time and partnering with my hubby, I backed off to part-time consulting. Over the past two years, I learned to be his helpmate. For someone used to being "large and in charge" with an ego to match, this new way of "being" works better than I ever thought it would.

…being satisfied with less stuff. I recently sold a bunch of my clothes to a consignment store and gave away even more. I wouldn't say I'm downsizing. I simply don't feel I need as much stuff.  I still have way too much stuff, but it's a start.

I still have plenty of projects, to-do lists, work related responsibilities, chores, challenges and even the normal number of set backs to manage.  I discovered focusing on "being" instead of "doing" helps me run my life rather than letting my life run me.

I am praying I can keep "being" AND blog.  Wonder how that will work for me?

Saturday, September 27, 2014

What I'm doing while NOT at Kidmin 2014

Kidmin 2014 is in full swing in Columbus, Ohio, but alas, I am not attending this year.  I'm bummed and disappointed, but I will survive.

To keep regret and depression at bay, this is what I'm doing while NOT at Kidmin 2014. I am…

  • finding comfort in the "Miss you!" messages from the friends I made while attending past Kidmin Conferences and serving on the Kidmin Inside Track team.  The Facebook pics are precious to me. 
  • preparing and enjoying dinner al fresco on the deck with family instead of dining at the Hyatt. 
  • praying for those attending for the first time - that they make as many connections as I did at my first Kidmin. I hope I get to meet you at Kidmin 2015!  
  • Washing my hair.  Washing my mass of thick hair is an ordeal, so please don't judge. ;-) 
  • I am praying throughout the day for the Key Note speakers, presenters, workshop leaders and behind the scenes volunteers. Yeah, I wish I was there to glean encouragement and insights from your leadership and hang out with some of you during breaks, but I know you are pouring yourselves out for my Kidmin colleagues and that makes me smile. 
  • writing this blogpost instead of taking notes. 
  • preparing for a Raleigh Premiere night of Thom and Joani Schultz's film, "When God Left the Building" If you're in Raleigh, October 2nd, please come. 
  • reorganizing my laundry room. Yeah, that's so lame.
  • attending the Christening for my great-nephew, Liam.  I wouldn't miss this special dedication to the Lord for the world! 
  • playing "Dots".  I'm on level 136 and determined to reach 200 without spending any money. 
  • sleeping eight hours a night.  If I were at Kidmin, I'd be lucky to squeeze in six! 
  • nursing a bruise on my arm from the flu shot. Since I was NOT in a workshop or leading a Connect Group, I had time to get my flu shot. 
  • putting reminders all over my iCal to sign up for Kidmin 2015.  I will NOT miss out again! 

So, if you, like me, are a Kidmin missing out - What are YOU doing while NOT at Kidmin 2014?

Here's to seeing YOU at Kidmin 2015!

Monday, September 15, 2014

My season of change creating change.

This morning, I chuckled as I read the nature of cause and effect King Solomon describes in Ecclesiastes 3. And with Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's "Turn, turn, turn"  running through my mind, it hit me how naturally change creates around us and in us.

My summer has been a season of change creating change.

It all started with a new deck.  Our 40 year old deck had structural issues and needed to be rebuilt from the ground up. Several years ago with a deck rebuild in mind, we hired a landscape architect to design the deck as part of a full landscape plan.  My reasoning was, the more you plan ahead the less mistakes, changes and added expenses you will have.  Yeah, right.

Sitting here on my beautiful new deck, I still think the landscape plan was a good idea, but I learned even with careful planning against it, one change, no matter how well it is planned, inherently create more change.  I assure you the avalanche of changes which left me deep in a season of change creating change was not my the plan!

The unexpected changes to the deck footings, deck layout and size of the final project were very positive changes, but every one of those changes created obstacles and challenges which required unexpected and problematic changes. 

  • The concrete slabs and drainage systems we installed as part of the original landscaping plan looked like blood red swiss cheese after the code required deck footings were installed. The drainage work will all have to be redone and slabs back filled and power washed. 
  • The displaced pea gravel, sawdust and red clay left from digging the footings and general deck construction turned our side yard into a mud hole. We're still digging out. 
  • My beautiful mundo grass was buried under mounds of clay and gravel and choking to death. We spent an entire afternoon raking it away to save what we could. 
  • The new deck is only one foot deeper than the original design, but we still had to relocate both the chain link gate as well as rebuilt the front wood fence and gate.  It also means we will have to tear up then redirect the stone pathways.  (That's one back breaking job I'm NOT looking forward to doing!)
  • The new deck exposed unpainted siding and after a successful paint matching job (thanks Home Depot) we only had to feather in and paint the virgin siding - a little change but another unanticipated chore. 
Putting the deck furnishings and lighting back onto the new deck aren't really changes, but doing so  inspired us to update and upgrade. 
  • The new graceful and multilevel deck inspired me to purchase new cushions, new plants and planters and replace worn out deck equipment. 
  • While reinstalling, my husband made a few changes and improvements to his ingenious deck level garbage and recycling container opening system. (He cleverly hid the ropes and pulleys out of sight.) 
  • We didn't want to trash up the new deck with the old storage totes, so we had a storage room built in the backyard. Seriously, like painting the walls after buying new carpet, what used to look OK instantly looks shabby in comparison to the new. We just had to do it! 
Yep, if I learned anything this summer, I learned change not only creates change, but it opens us up to inviting and anticipating change in other areas of life. 
  • My daughter-in-law's brother finally accepted our invitation to move in with us.  Having a young person living with us again is a positive change.  For one thing, I can't imagine doing without his help with the chores the new deck created!  He's a hard worker and eager to pitch in where needed. 
  • We've known for a while our oldest son and his wife plan to relocate back to the triangle, but were surprised when our son secured a job, not only in his field, but right in his wheel house! We welcomed change when he moved in with us last week. 
  • We pray for and look forward to my daughter-in-law landing her dream job and moving home. A full nest and full driveway will be yet another big change, but one we welcome. 
But even the full house won't be for long. I know change continues to create change.  My son and his wife will purchase a home of their own. Our young tenant will eventually begin to step out into his new life and my life will change again.  

 "There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens."Ecclesiastes 3:1

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Letting go…

This week, I lost a dear friend.

She was suffering and in pain, so her death is surely God's gift to her, but not to those of us who knew and loved her.

I don't like it one bit!  I admit I wish God could have miraculously healed her for us.

So here I am - in shock and conflicted.  I'm simultaneously feeling robbed and totally ashamed of my selfish indignation.  Oh how I want to feel more generous and selfless, but I'm not… at least, not yet. With God's help, I'm working to get there and I know I will be working on it for some time.

Like everyone who has suffered a loss, I find myself deep in a selfish and sloppy ordeal called grief.   However, that word just doesn't cut it for me, so I choose to call this messy work I've entered into - letting go.

Letting go is….

  • Admitting I am NOT joyful for her, at least not yet. I am going to be empty, then angry, then sad before I will experience joy for her new life in heaven. 
  • Hanging on to my old friend just a little longer by revisiting memories when she was healthy and full of life. The pictures, letters and journal entries will bring her back to this life, if only for a moment.
  • Reaching out to others who knew her. Sharing in the sadness and loss helps. 
  • Being present at the memorial. Nothing I say or do for them will lessen her family's pain, but I know simply being there confirms she is loved and so are they. 
  • Giving myself time to get over my self-centered feelings of loss, but reminding myself the gravity of the family's loss is a boulder and mine is a pebble. Pray on their behalf.  Act and speak accordingly. 
At least, that's "letting go" for me.  

Friday, May 2, 2014

"Who is my neighbor?"- Do growing churches ask or care?

As one who grew up in a church, served as an Elder in my local church and worked for several growing churches, I recently realized how blind I had become to the downside of church growth.  

It was the slow take over and consumption of my childhood neighborhood by a local church which opened my eyes.  The slow moving but devastating changes this church subjected my parents and their neighbors to over the years went from mildly annoying to a downright affront to their once peaceful environment.

The entire experience left me wondering if growing churches ever stop in the midst of expansion and honestly consider, "Who is my neighbor?" and what that means. From what my parents experienced, it left me asking, "Do churches ask or care?" 

Unfortunately, I realized I never heard anyone ask nor did I when in church expansion mode, but we all know what our answer is supposed to be.

"Love your neighbor as yourself." Galatians 5:14b

Here's hoping and praying my true story serves as a cautionary tale for church staff, church officers and church members in times of church planting, building and expansion. As for me, the entire experience puts church expansion in the "proceed with compassion, care and caution" category.

In 1960, my parents moved our growing family to a home on a dead end street in a brand new neighborhood. When we moved in, their were only a few homes in a little valley behind a major road. The dead end street and the entire neighborhood was bordered by acres of woods owned by a small neighborhood church on the main road. At the time, we could barely see the steeple for the road, but we could hear the lovely chiming of the hours.

We coexisted as good neighbors. It didn't take long for neighborhood children to establish the woods as a playground. The church didn't mind our presence on their land or the bike trails and "camps" we created on their property. The neighbors who went to the church actually used the bike paths as short cuts to services on Sunday morning.

In the mid 1960s, I am sure the small church asked the question,  "Who is my neighbor?" because they were very interested, inviting and welcoming to the new families and even helped transform the new subdivision into a community. My family chose to join the large downtown church of the same denomination, but on occasion I attended the neighborhood church's VBS and other outreach functions.   It was clear, reaching out to their immediate neighbors was their mission.

Actually, in the late 1950s the church I grew up in built and funded the establishment of small  neighborhood churches as a mission outreach.   Planting churches near new subdivisions was my landlocked church's growth plan. Instead of continuing to increase their footprint downtown, they invested in building and supporting new churches out in the suburbs. My parents told me the church decided against impeding on the immediate neighborhood to create an even bigger mega-complex. Their mission to build small neighborhood churches on available land out in the suburbs let them care for their immediate neighbors and provide church homes for future neighbors in the growing suburbs. 

In the early 1970s, the neighborhood church expanded the parking lot to accommodate the harvest of new members. The woods still buffered the church from our neighborhood, but a few acres of trees had to be cleared away.  I was too old to roam the woods, but my little brothers still enjoyed playing there and enjoyed playing basketball on the church's outdoor court.  The church loved their neighbor as themselves.

I'm not so sure when the little church stopped seeing themselves as a neighborhood church and began aspiring to become a mega-church, but sometime in the 1980s I became acutely aware of it because our neighborly neighborhood church started to change their tune.  Their answer to "Who is my neighbor?" became "Who cares?"

The church expanded the parking lot and connected it to the dead end street so their attendees could have another entrance and exit. When the neighbors objected to the latest parking lot expansion and creation of a thoroughfare in a quiet neighborhood, the church response was typical.  "Think of the lost souls we might have to turn away if we don't expand!" Is that love?

My parents just shook their heads in disbelief. Sad to say, when they shared the news with me, I was deeply ashamed of my own unloving attitude.  I'm not so sure I hadn't use the same rationalization of building bigger to save souls at my own growing wanna be mega-church in Raleigh. Nope, I am SURE I had!

What was I thinking? What were THEY thinking?

It didn't take long to find out just how invasive the new mega-church mission was to my parents. Not too long after the floodgate for lost souls opened at the end of the street, the mayhem began. On Sunday mornings, from 9am to 12:15pm my parents thanked their lucky stars they left early for church downtown, because our quiet little street became a major thoroughfare.

With all the trees missing, the sun blinded the early morning attendees causing them to drive right into cars parked on our street.  At least, that was what the lady told my brother when she crashed into his car. She should have stopped talking until the police arrived and before she told my brother it was HIS fault for parking in front of his own house.  Good thing she was a believer with a ticket to heaven, because my brother totally wanted to send her there after her callus excuse. Because my brother is a kind Christian and was backed up by the insurance company and police, her trip to heaven was delayed. Whew! Talk about saving souls!

And it happened a few more times! And again and again, the driver tried to put the blame on the car owner for daring to park in front of their own house. It got so bad, when we'd visit Mom and Dad on Sundays or Wednesday nights, we'd do our best to get all the cars lined up in the driveway. If one had to stay on the curb, we'd hold our breathe and pray for the best.

Less than a decade ago, the neighborhood won the battle against the thoroughfare. The dead end street would be closed and a buffer of trees would be planted between the neighborhood and the church. At least, that was what the church promised as they bought up the homes backing up to their property to create an outpost for their Youth ministry, Adult Singles Ministry and other departments. Seriously, I'm not sure what each outpost is for. I lost interest and hope.

Fast forward to today! "Who is my neighbor?" and "Where is the love?"  .

For all intents and purposes, the immediate neighbors are gone. Many sold their homes to the church and moved out. The homes not used as outposts were torn down. There used to be three houses and several acres between my parents and the church. Now there is one house, a four foot strip of curb and gutter with a buffer of spindly shrubs planted 6 feet apart and asphalt from the buffer to the main road.

The parking lot is so huge, the city required them to create a holding pond for the excessive run off.  Of course, they put the holding pond beside a home with small children. The safety perimeter is inadequate at best and any landscaping is non-existent.

The noise levels of the church's HVAC equipment is loud and magnified as it bounces off the asphalt. It was to be surrounded by a sound barrier, but when running, the roar turns talking outside into a shouting match. Get this. The church says they can't afford to build the sound barrier because they had to pay to re-engineer the huge they built within a few yards of the main road. At least when the AVAC is running it drowns out the unbuffered noise of traffic from the main road.

That's not all folks! The parking lot halogen lights make night into day. I don't know how my parents sleep at night. The neighborhood hopefully has the church in check and it won't get any worse. At least, the church's current financial situation makes further expansion cost prohibitive.

So, here ends my cautionary tale of church growth and expansion. 

As always, my forgiving and wise parents continue to take it all in stride.  They still love their neighborhood church and wish them the best. My mom even chuckled when I suggested they brought it all on themselves by contributing to the church planting fund. (Insert here: Edina M. singing "No good deed goes unpunished!") 

As for me, I promised myself I will forgive and love their neighbor. I'm also hoping and praying the realization I may have behaved like them will make me find a way to like them

Galatians 5:14
For the whole law can be summed up in this one command: “Love your neighbor as yourself.”

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