Confessions of a Rule Follower…

As I mentioned on Monday, I have a goal for Lent this year and that is to read Celebration of Discipline by Richard Foster. I’ve read it several times and am always amazed by new insights. Brandon had the opportunity to interview Foster recently which got me thinking about the book. In fact, we both came up with the idea to read it independently of one another, so now we’re doing it together and dialoging along the way. Good thing we have two copies, we don’t share books all that well. 🙂

So I have begun. I’ve been sick this week, so I didn’t make it as far as I wanted… in fact I only made it through the Introduction and 1st chapter, but that’s something, right?!

So I thought I would write today about the whole idea of disciplines in the Christian life. I am a rule follower. Just ask anyone in my family! I would blame it on Singapore… but it started long before them. What can I say? I love to follow rules.

Ah, Singapore... where else can you be fined for feeding a monkey a banana?

And one of my dangerous habits is that I like to make up rules as well. For example, when I was in second grade I became very frightened of the movie Child’s Play and especially it’s devilish little doll Chuckie. Nevermind that I had never seen the movie, I was petrified.

And how did I choose to deal with this fear? I formed a “Do you believe in Chuckie?” club with my friends, of course. We would meet together and discuss the things that scared us. We had rules to follow so that he wouldn’t get us.

And as we met together each day, we scared ourselves even more and made our parent’s lives a little bit more difficult.

During that same time I made up rules about showering (so the scary man outside my window wouldn’t get me…duh!), rules about which side of the bed to sleep on, how the covers should be tucked around me so that nothing got my feet….

And this habit didn’t stop with childhood. Just ask Brandon. One of his favorites is my obsessive rule about getting 8 hours of sleep. If I’m waking up at 6:10 a.m. and I want to get a full night’s sleep, then I must be in asleep by 10… or else I have failed, and will not rest enough…. I can’t remember the last time I got this 8 hours… but I feel the pressure of the rule regardless…

Rules. I love me some rules.

So, why would I decide to embark on a project of disciplines? Isn’t that only going to increase my problem with using rules as coping methods?

Foster begins his book by reminding us that by our own efforts we can do nothing about our sin. Did you hear that? There is nothing we can do about our own sin, at least not anything all by ourselves.

Our ordinary method of dealing with ingrained sin is to launch a frontal attach…we determine never to do it again; we pray against it, fight against it, set our will against it. But the struggle is all in vain, and we find ourselves once again morally bankrupt, or worse yet, so proud of our external righteousness that “whitened sepulchers” is a mild description of our condition.

When there is a persistent sin present in my life, I tend to want to “rule-it-out.” If I can just put a structure in place so that it doesn’t bother me, then it will all be okay.

I love what Foster says. We simply can’t do it on our own.

But that doesn’t mean we “let go and let God.” While a catchy phrase, it’s not exactly what Foster is talking about here. You see once we discover this freedom, it is tempting to believe there’s absolutely nothing we can do. Over the past few years I have been learning to let the rules go and have felt myself slip at times in the other direction. Righteousness is a gift from God, right? Should we just wait around for God to heal us? Why intentionally have a quiet time, God will speak to me when He wants, right?

Foster writes,

The analysis is correct — human striving is insufficient and righteousness is a gift from God–but the conclusion is faulty. Happily there is something we can do. We do not need to be hung on the horns of the dilemma of either human works or idleness. God has given us the Disciplines of the spiritual life as a means of receiving his grace. The Disciplines allow us to place ourselves before God so that He can transform us.

As Dietrich Bonhoeffer writes in his Cost of Discipleship, grace is free but not cheap. We are saved purely by the grace of God, not by anything we’ve done. But, we are required to do stuff.

Further down Foster  writes

We must always remember that the path does not produce the change it only places us where the change can occur. This the path of disciplined grace.

And so this path begins. I’m looking forward to the journey. To rediscovering again the inward disciplines of meditation, prayer, fasting and study; the outward disciplines of simplicity (we’re already on that path!), solitude, submission and service; and the corporate disciplines of confession, worship ,guidance and celebration.

I think this is the perfect Lenten project… and the perfect “mom-to-be” preparation!

Happy Wednesday!

Oh and stay tuned on Friday for my special blog update on our latest cleaning project. We had a great time sorting through our papers today… and are pretty pleased with the results!

Hot Spot #2 Revealed… tackling the paper clutter!

It’s time to tackle the paper… and this is a big problem in our house! It’s not that we try to stay disorganized. In fact, we sort the mail regularly but between bills, student loans, Time Magazine, etc… it can get out of hand… in a hurry!

This also means doing our taxes, which will be good. We have our tax information safely guarded on my desk… but time gets a way from us during the week.

So here we go with the paper pile… stay tuned for pictures on Friday!

Oh, and my Lenten project this year is to re-read Celebration of Discipline. I’m excited and will be writing a  special Discipline post each Wednesday. Stay tuned!

Happy Monday!

Show Choir dresses and cheerleading uniforms…

I have been meaning to post for quite a while… for most of this week in fact (not to mention last week) and am FINALLY getting around to it!

For those of you who may remember, a few weeks ago I posted a link to “Project Simplify” through Simplemom.net. Basically, for the next 6 weeks Simple Mom readers are joining together to simplify their home, on “hot-spot” at a time. For the next 6 weeks (starting this past Monday, March 7), a new challenge will be posted each Monday for everyone to work on throughout the week. Then on Friday we all post before and after shots on our blogs for everyone to look at.

Well this week the Hot Spot is…. (drum roll, please…)

…the bedroom closet.

For us, this wasn’t so hard. Primarily because we spent significant time this summer sorting through our closet. But it’s amazing what can happen in a few months. This is what we started with:

Here is Brandon leaving for work with two LARGE bags of clothes to donate. (That’s right, we followed instructions and got them out of the house RIGHT away!)

please disregard the huge pile of laundry on chair. The goal was to clean the closet, not finish the laundry! (And you’ll be glad to know, I folded said laundry later that evening!)

So, after Brandon left I got to go through a box of old stuff…

Yes, this is my 5th grade cheerleading uniform and my high school show choir dress… they seem to be about the same height… I was apparently a pretty tall 5th grader….

And yes, I did try on the dress….

And yes it still fit… fortunately these dresses are made with lots of elastic… and fortunately I wore shorts under this dress while dancing… 🙂

So here is our closet now…

Cleaner, right? I couldn’t get a good pictures of the sides, but we definitely simplified our clothing!

Oh, and our cat got desperate later on to sit in his favorite chair. He was very glad when I folded the laundry.

(please note, the O’Briens do not typically have piles of laundry in their living room. This was from earlier in the day… just to clarify!)

Stay tuned on Monday to hear what the next hot spot will be. I PROMISE I will link to it from here on Monday and will then post my pictures later in the week! Join me in project simplify! To find out more information, click here.

Thanks, friends!

Living in the 3rd Culture

Recently I was reminded by a facebook friend (also a TCK) of a website that I enjoyed.

http://www.denizenmag.com/

Denizen Magazine is written for Third Culture Kids by Third Culture Kids. Those of you who are not TCK’s may wonder what the point of something like this would be.

For most of my life when asked the question “Where are you from?” I usually responded, “Texas.” Never mind that I wasn’t born there, wasn’t currently living there and had only ever lived there for 3 years of my life (when I was a very young child). Never mind that during this time I was living in Singapore where I had spent most of my life.

Such is the reality of a Third Culture Kid. We live where we’re not from. Then we move to where we’re “from” and find that we’re not from there at all.

And lately this reality has been on my mind, because I am a Third Culture Kid who seems to be stuck in the Culture I always claimed but never really belonged to.

The problem with living in America is because people assume I’m from here. The problem with living in Asia is everybody is certain I’m not from there.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love my life. I am married to a wonderful man, have wonderful friends, have the honor and privilege of working at a wonderful church, I’m adopting a child (for goodness sake)… I’m incredibly blessed and very content.

But sometimes I wish I wasn’t surrounded by so many white people…

I’m a Third Culture Kid who has now grown up. I’m still learning how to sort all that stuff out. And reading Denizen magazine helps.

The end.

Know My Heart?


Search me O God and know my heart,

Try me and know my anxious thoughts.

See if there is any offensive way in me

and lead me in the way everlasting.

Psalm 139:23-24

I love Birthdays. And lucky for me, I celebrated one yesterday. I love the surprise gifts, the fun meals out, the celebration… perhaps even being the center of attention.

For the past 10 years (or so) I have done one particular thing every birthday morning… read Psalm 139. Why this Psalm? When I was in 5th grade my teacher had us memorize this whole chapter. What I so admire about her method (even more so now that I work with kids) is that she took us through it slowly. We memorized a few verses at a time… then we journalled about them, rehearsed them, talked about them with our friends… we knew them well before we ever moved on. It took us a LONG time to memorize the whole passage, but I have never forgotten it.

And these last 2 verses (quoted above) are increasingly sweet.

Search me… know my heart.

My heart is a mixture of emotion. As we wait for our child, I find myself yearning for the hope that God offers, for the comfort that only He gives, for the fulfillment of our desires that only He can offer… yet I also find myself easily tempted by bitterness, anger, envy. To know my heart is to see the good, the bad and the ugly.

Try me… know my anxious thoughts.


My anxious thoughts have been in abundance lately. When will our baby come? When will freelance checks come in? What if I don’t get enough volunteers? What if my cell phone isn’t near me when the agency calls? What if I am not prepared for a baby? Did I choose the right Sunday School curriculum? Did I buy the right car seat?

See if there is any offensive way.


Anxiety will come. Ugly thoughts will come. Lord, please point out these things… identify them… bring them to mind… let me see them… Forgive me for them.

And lead me in the way ever lasting.


But let me have hope. This is why these verses are so sweet. If we ask him, God will expose the secrets of our hearts, he will expose our anxious thoughts, he will point out the offensive stuff in us…

But ultimately He will give us hope. I am saved by the grace of his son… which means I have an everlasting hope. My heart is not perfect, but He’s working on it. My thoughts are sometimes out of control, but He’s molding them. My actions are too often offensive, but He’s changing me into his image.

And his change, his healing, his grace is everlasting. It is good.

What a wonderful God we serve. Amen and Amen.

Project Simplify

I am really pumped about this project! Want to join me and all of the Simple Mom fans in de-cluttering your home? Follow this link to find out more and get ready to start de-cluttering on March 7! It’s gonna be a blast.

I know I’ve been some of MIA on the blog in the last few weeks, well that’s changing starting Monday! As I prepare for Project Simplify, I will be spending some time on the idea of Simplicity in Life. What does it mean to live simply? What are easy ways to incorporate simplicity in your everyday or work schedule? It’s been a favorite topic of mine recently, and I’m looking forward to exploring it with you!

Happy Friday!

A Bath? For a Cat?

Poor guy has been traumatized... and for my punishment he will lick himself for the next two hours.

This morning I am working from home and am working through a very productive, and long list. And what’s number 8? Give Mo (our cat) a bath.

 

Any of you who have had the pleasure of meeting Mo may begin to question the wisdom or even possibility of this list item. Well, with only a few scratches on my arms and back (maybe i should have clipped his claws first?) I am now the proud owner of a much cleaner cat who wont get as much hair everywhere and is more friendly to guests that may be allergic to cats…

 

This is no small accomplishment. Brandon’s never been brave enough to try it….

 

I wonder why Mo likes him better?

 

Happy Monday!

Silence… it’s what’s for dinner.

Has anyone else felt the weight of silence recently? Particularly the weight of God’s silence in response to our prayers?

For as long as I can remember my father has been reading through My Utmost for His Highest by Oswald Chambers (1874-1917). For those who don’t know, this is a daily devotional published by Chambers who was a Scottish minister and teacher. The book is actually a collection of his teachings compiled by his wife, after his death.

Well, back in October I decided it would be nice to start reading through these devotionals myself. Sure, I’ve read them off and on, but haven’t consistently read them through. So, I purchased a new copy, and have been reading them since October… the starts of a pretty good habit.

The first entry I read was on Oct 11 and was on the topic of silence. I presented this in our staff devotions this morning and thought I would share it with you here. Oswald writes,

“When He heard that he was sick, He stayed two more days in the place where He was.” John 11:6

Has God trusted you with His silence – a silence that has great meaning? God’s silences are actually His answers. Just think of those days of absolute silence in the home at Bethany! Is there anything comparable to those days in your life? Can God trust you like that or are you still asking Him for a visible answer? God will give you the very blessings you ask if you refuse to go any further without them, but His silence is the sign that He is bringing you into an even more wonderful understanding of Himself. Are you mourning before God because you have not had an audible response? When you cannot hear God, you will find that He has trusted you in the most intimate way possible – with absolute silence, not a silence of despair, but one of pleasure, because He saw that you could withstand an even bigger revelation. If God has given you a silence, then praise Him – He is bringing you into the mainstream of his purposes. The actual evidence of the answer in time is simply a matter of God’s sovereignty. Time is nothing to God. For a while you may have said, “I asked God to give me bread, but He gave me a stone instead” (see Matthew 7:9). He did not give you a stone, but today you find that He gave you the “bread of life” (John 6:35).

A wonderful thing about God’s silence is that His stillness is contagious – it gets into you, causing you to become perfectly confident so that you can honestly say, “I know that God has heard me.” His silence is the very proof that He has. As long as you have the idea that God will always bless you in answer to prayer, He will do it, but He will never give you the grace of His silence. If Jesus Christ is bringing you into the understanding that prayer is for the glorifying of His Father, then He will give you the first sign of His intimacy – silence.

 

Did you read that last paragraph? “He will give you the first sign of His intimacy – silence.” Back in October I was immediately struck by that line, and by this passage. I am even more struck by it today. The past several years have been a season of waiting for us for schooling, jobs and most of all the start of our family. While we have watched with amazement at God’s provision in so many ways, we’re still waiting for that child and that waiting has taken place largely in silence. Sure, God has led us at certain points in this journey towards very specific steps, but for the most part we have walked this road in silence.  And that silence at times can seem deafening. And today (in particular) I am feeling this silence.

Back in September we learned from a family member of a young woman in Texas who was considering adoption for her baby. We came to find out that she wasn’t very far along, so we didn’t put much hope in that opportunity. But we did continue to pray for her, for her boyfriend, for my Aunt, for everyone involved in the situation. Today we found out that she has chosen to keep her baby. And although we had not put much hope in this opportunity, it was at least tangible. And we can’t help but grieve this news.

Silence.

What I love about what Oswald Chambers writes is that he validates the silence for us. What do I mean? Brandon and I have lots of friends & family members who would say that if you just pray hard enough, God will do it. “Name it and claim it.” And I am a firm believer that God answers prayer. But when that prayer isn’t answered, what are we to do? Brandon and I both struggled with feelings of guilt that we hadn’t prayed hard enough for our child and I, in particular, struggled with doubts about the strength of my own faith. Surely if I was just a better Christian God would grant us this request…

But if what Chambers says is true, perhaps this extended time of silence is not because we have no faith, but because he feels that our faith (by the grace of His Spirit) can take it. Perhaps, this is His greatest sign of care for us.

Perhaps.

There are days when I think that I would take a baby over anything that God may be teaching us in this journey. Then the Spirit intervenes by His great grace and we make it another day, another week, another month, another semester, another year… in silence.

Perhaps God has trusted us with his silence as a sign of His intimacy. Perhaps. I think we are going to choose  to believe that this time of extended silence can be a time of great intimacy with the Father.

And that’s pretty great.

Now, what to have for dinner…

 

Pretty, pretty princess.

Today I have been a beautiful girl, a scary monster, a sick patient and a pretty, pretty princess… and all in the span of about 2

hours.

This is the job of someone who gets to play with a 3 and 1 year old set of sisters…and I love it.

So as we were cleaning up our dress up clothes suddenly the floor was a puddle of mud (this is NOT good)… which means that in order to clean up we have to jump, skip and fly over the mud.

No problem. We’re princesses. We have wands… and even when the wands go back in the dress up box somehow our powers magically remain.

And I can’t help but think that most of the time I am WAY too serious.

Back to the mud puddles.

Happy Wednesday.

P.S. My darling husband (who is this really, really famous published author) has had his book chosen as one of the top of 2010 by Leadership Magazine. See more here. (and stay tuned for a second book by Brandon O’Brien coming soon).

Christmas is gone… but a new journal has come.

Today I took all the “Christmas” out of our house. And, while it’s nice to have the floor vacuumed, and no longer have such a large tree for our cat to climb on…

my house suddenly looks a little less cheery. And empty. It’s usually this time of year that I begin to wonder if I should have a tree up all year long… with appropriate seasonal decorations throughout the year, of course.

Maybe next year, but for now here I sit with all the Christmas gone.

In the last few years I have developed an annual tradition… in the beginning of January I buy a new journal. And when I sit down to write in that journal for the first time I take some time to read through the January entries of my journal from the previous year.

So, this past Saturday I bought this journal (and it might be my favorite one yet) and on Saturday I sat down to write. And as I looked over the past year’s entries, I found an interesting challenge. You see last year in January I had just finished two rounds of fertility treatments and I was tired. Very tired. I was a broken woman. I remember this time all too well. Some of the medication had caused fatigue, weight gain and I was simply tired.

But what struck me, is that even as I shared with God my hurt that this desire of my heart (the desire for a child) had not been fulfilled, I uttered my faith that he would fulfill it in his timing. And a little beleaguered, I moved forward with the year anticipating what God would do… hoping that 2010 we would meet our baby.

Well 2010 did not bring us a child, but it did bring us faith. Looking back over this past year I am amazed at the faith which God has demanded of us and the grace with which he has bestowed it. Now I’m not trying to say that I am a woman of great faith. No, I am weak. I am sinful. I am human. I am broken. And I am tired. But God has brought hope to my heart and hope to Brandon’s heart even amidst terrible pain.

And we made it. In 2010 there were many long nights of intense grieving (just as there was in 2009 and 2008), but God was faithful. And now I am starting this year with hope that in 2011 we will meet BabyO (as I am affectionately calling our son or daughter). I don’t know where they are, or what they look like… but they will be here.

And once again I am praying for faith. I have learned in the past few months that it is sometimes hard (but just as important) for us to praise God when things are going well. What do I mean? When I was in the midst of infertility I had no choice but to cling to the father. Sometimes I would yell, other times I would cry… but always I would go to him.. Where else could I go?

Now, as I sit in the hope that our child is coming through the beauty of adoption… I am learning that going to the father is harder. When I’m not as desperate, it can be easy to “put it off” till later.

But recently God has once again demanded faith, just as he bestowed it. I have come before him humbly asking that he would direct my heart, direct my hands and direct my words & thoughts in this time of waiting. As possible birthmoms come our way, give us hope. As I feel envy or bitterness creep in, cleanse me. And as we (Brandon & I) move forward with difficult decisions, give us your wisdom, your discernment, your grace.

I’m not tired in the same way I was last year at this time. But I am still very much in need of a Savior.

It’s gonna be a great year.