Thursday, February 28, 2013

To Be Heard


Why are babies so wonderful?
They don't say a word until they're many months of age.
Maybe that's why we love them so much.
This picture shows Malachi, captive audience to Isaac's guitar playing.


In the last few weeks I've had opportunities to listen to my friends.
I figure I'm two for three.
Three times, somebody I love poured out her heart.
Twice, I heard her as she needed to be heard.
The other time, I jumped in with stories of my own, and advice.
I should know better by now.


When I joined the Tuesday morning Bible Study at my church last year,
I was dismayed to find that we weren't doing a traditional study.
Instead, we were going through an enormous book called "Listen to my Life."
I thought it would be terrible, that I would get pulled into self-pity.
I dreaded introspection.
It had been a rough seven years, and I wanted to get my mind off of my problems.


Right off the bat, the book started with listening guidelines.
These were similar to the ones that Open Door encourages every time small groups meet.
But they were so complete, so revelatory,
that I began to relax.
Maybe this morning group wouldn't be a waste of time.


And it turned out I was desperate to be heard.
In the seven years that my family had just endured,
many people had offered advice, given pep talks, interrupted,
and often failed to offer the space needed for me to finish what I was saying.

This little group of women listened.
And I listened to them.
We were timed, so the listening happened in perfect silence and was fairly distributed.

.
Last week, after my failure to listen to my friend, I revisited that giant book.

Wow.

Here's what I learned (again): (The following is excerpted from the book by Towner and Swing)

Invite the Holy Spirit to interact with you as you listen to one another.

Give the speaker focused attention. A lack of focused attention pushes the person toward a self-consciousness that depends upon the approval of others.

Offer unconditional acceptance. This is a form of giving grace. God already knows everything the person is saying. If you find yourself judging, allow God to turn that into wonder.

No fixing, advising, or rescuing allowed. Some small groups think that offering advice is a helpful form of fellowship. Attempts to fix a person pushes their soul into hiding and leaves them feeling less capable of handling life. People just want to be heard. Allow the person to feel sadness or pain. Withhold the urge to rescue someone from their emotions.

Be comfortable with silence. It's human nature to fill silence with comments or questions. Silence allows the speaker time to listen to herself, decide what to say next, and allows the Holy Spirit space to work. Silence can usher in deeper honesty and openness to learning. It can be uncomfortable. Let the speaker know you are listening with your eyes.

"Listening this way is an act of submission as we consciously put the needs of another above our own for a time. We do not listen for our own benefit, entertainment or understanding." (Towner and Swing, Listen to my Life)

So there you have it.

I needed this reminder.

Thanks for listening.






Sunday, February 24, 2013

Mustangs in the Snow


Yesterday we went to Snake River Farm, Tom and Gail's place north of the Cities.
The land looked lovely, wearing fresh snow and crowned with brilliant blue skies.
Tom told us that his horses are mostly mustangs. He buys them out west, where thousands are penned by the government. His horses are the lucky ones.






Bill the Buffalo with some of the baby buffalo.


Blue on the left, Hawk on the right, between sled rides.


We took a quick turn by the old schoolhouse.
The day was too bright to take good pictures.


Tom had two teams alternating so they wouldn't wear out.


Thank you for the lovely sled ride, gentlemen.

"Most are mustangs.
In this snow, the younger ones play.
they shake their manes, run, and kick up snow just for joy.
Even in this snow, they sense spring."
(Tom Barthel, owner, Snake River Farm)

Friday, February 22, 2013

The Price of Beauty


No, not that kind of beauty.
Here is my dining room.
It looks like this pretty much all the time now.
My daughter makes things for her etsy shop, and now my husband has joined the fray, starting with holsters.
I had no idea leather was malleable when soaked in water.

A famous decorator says,
"Clean your house, people. It costs nothing."

 I don't care how pretty it is.  A house looks awful when it's a mess.


But on the other hand,
I love my bracelets.
And it took a bit of chaos
to create these uniquely beautiful objects.

(Leather bracelet with bank vault number by Sona Maidin.
Bead bracelet made by me).

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Held


Look at that face. He's completely secure.

No one has told him that his parents are kinda old.

He has no fear of anything.

All is well in his little world.

Makes me think of that verse, "...underneath are the everlasting arms."

I hunted it down, in Deuteronomy of all places, at the end of Moses's blessing over the tribes of Israel.

"There is no one like the God of Jeshurun,
who rides on the heavens to help you.
and on the clouds in his majesty.
The eternal God is your refuge,
and underneath are the everlasting arms.
He will drive out your enemy before you,
saying, 'Destroy him!'
So Israel will live in safety alone;
Jacob's spring is secure
in a land of grain and new wine,
where the heavens drop dew.
Blessed are you, Oh Israel!
Who is like you, a people saved by the LORD?
He is your shield and helper,
and your glorious sword.
Your enemies will cower before you,and you will trample down their high places."

Deut. 33: 26-29