GOD SHAKES THE EARTH WHEN WE LET OUR LIVES AND OUR FAITH INTERSECT WITH OTHERS. —from “living your glory story” by lisa jamieson
Thank you for checking in. I want this to be a place where you find encouragement and straightforward truth. I’m a sucker for a good cheerleader. Yeah, the kind on the sidelines of a game are great but I love the kind who are friends and family that spur each other on. Even more than that, I love getting to know the Divine Cheerleader who never ever gives up on us and has had our backs since long before we were born. One of my favorite things about this life is sharing resonating stories, especially when they stir up confidence, inspiration and Christ-pointing hope among us.
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What’s with all the Dandelions?
Dead dandelions have intrigued me for as long as I can remember. But a new layer of inspiration emerged from them for me a couple of years ago. What is it about a nuisance, worn-out weed that is so fascinating, you may wonder?
For some odd reason, there has always been something mesmerizing about the delicate way those seeds set up on a tender stem like a tiny cloud, vulnerable to the slightest breeze or bump from a bare toe. It doesn’t take much to contaminate an entire lawn, along with neighboring yards near and far, with abundant bursts of yellow dandelions.
Moms receive a yellow handful…then quietly sweep nostalgic tears away with the back of their wrists.
There’s a compulsive part of me that wants to capture those seeds in a garbage bag before they do their contagious, dirty work. Yet, my eyes rest on them for a moment while I consider the mysterious mind of a Creator who must have a sense of humor. This prolific weed triggers such paradoxical reactions from people.
The very young romanticize the pretty yellow flowers. In first grade, a boy named Harry handed me just such a bouquet and asked me to marry him! (The humor is not lost on me that I later married a man name Larry.) Moms receive a yellow handful, no matter how limp, with big smiles then quietly sweep nostalgic tears away with the back of their wrists. On the other hand, if you’re older and the one holding the credit card, those bright golden gems may just represent embarrassment with the neighbors and an expensive trip to the home improvement store for herbicide.
One day a couple of years ago, I was given a very personal perspective about the dandelion. I had spent part of a morning sharing my heart about disability ministry with the staff of a church. They listened. I talked. They asked a couple of questions. I answered. I sensed a degree of sympathy in the room but people were pretty quiet. I walked out wondering whether my message brought any real clarity to the issues or had any empowering influence at all. Had I overwhelmed them? Had my opportunity to foster a vision among leaders been overshadowed again by my personal passions as a parent of a child with special needs?
Maybe you’ve been there. Something about your life experience put a passion in you. But when you talk about it, you wrestle with presenting it in a winsome and compelling way rather than putting people on the defensive or causing them to feel overwhelmed. I walk that line all the time. I wear the hat of an advocate, often speaking on behalf caregivers and families affected by special needs. But I am also one of those caregiving parents. Our youngest child is now almost 20 years old and has radically shaped my world views and life course. Such a significant life experience is bound to flavor many of my thoughts, passions, conversations and relationships.
So, what about that room full of church leaders? Had God used our time together for anything of value? I wondered.
I’m sure that telling your story feels futile sometimes. But let me assure you, it is not lost on anyone.
Shortly after I stepped out of the room, two pastors from the meeting met me in the hallway. Both had words of encouragement that have stuck with me. And I believe their encouragement was meant for you too. I’m going to share it here and ask that you let yourself receive it. Please receive it deeply.
I’ll paraphrase. One of the pastors began, “Sometimes you may feel like your message is falling on deaf ears. You may sense apathy or resistance. I’m sure that telling your story feels futile sometimes. But let me assure you, it is not lost on anyone.” He went on to explain how, during my presentation at the meeting, he had seen a dandelion in his mind’s eye. He sensed that God wanted to encourage me with a comparison. “You may feel like a lot of your dreams and your story are dead or done. But I sense that God is about to blow across all of that with fresh life. Like when a dead dandelion gets carried away in the wind, the seeds of your story are going to blow far and wide with a powerful gust of the Holy Spirit. God is going to use those seeds to bring life to new places. And it’s going to be beautiful!”
This word of encouragement is based in a promise from scripture about the nature of how God works:
“I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat is planted in the soil and dies, it remains alone. But its death will produce many new kernels—a plentiful harvest of new lives.” John 12:24
Oh, friends — let’s pray and trust this to be true!
He said, “The seeds of your story are going to blow far and wide with a powerful gust of the Holy Spirit. God is going to use those seeds to bring life to new places. And it’s going to be beautiful.”
When we seem to have experienced a total loss or hit a dead end, what seed might be there? What harvest may come? Only the Lord knows. But what an adventure it can be to hang in readiness for the winds of the Holy Spirit to blow across our lives!
Just as Jesus’ death initially seemed like a senseless loss, ultimate purposes were served. I want to affirm and encourage you who are living in patient perseverance. Your situation may often feel invisible, unimportant, or unappreciated by others but it does not go missed by God. He breathes new life out of every place of weakness, brokenness, disappointment, dead dream, and lost hope.
I hope this website can be a place where we get to know each other and grow together. There are stories to share and new adventures to be lived as God weaves the intersections of our lives for Divine purposes.
Thank you for pausing here with me to watch the clouds part and the waters move as we step out in faith —though we may be stumbling through it sometimes— together.