"Hello, my name is Elihu and I am a control-aholic. It's been 24 hours since my last surge of anxiety and 3 days since I felt the need to control a situation." For control-aholics, the urge to regulate every piece of our world damages our relationships---particularly our relationship with the Father. Anxiety and anger become our constant companions as we fight to regulate every aspect of our life. It's time for a change.
Beth Moore set off a hot debate this week when she wrote, "spending time with God and spending time with the Bible are not the same thing... we can grow in facts and never grow a whit in faith." I'm not familiar with Moore's work, and I don't want to spend this post criticizing… Continue reading How do we Spend Time With God?
There is something utterly precious about quiet. Having grown up in the city and lived in cities for most of my life, there is always noise of some kind---traffic, sirens, dogs, trains, loud music, and the far off roar of airplane engines. Even in the mountains and forests, noise is everywhere---the noise of the wind in… Continue reading The Need for Quiet in a Noisy World
Go! Go! Go! Run upstairs to get the client specs. Run back downstairs to deliver specs to the factory floor. Run down the block to the print shop for a press check. Run to the car to catch a plane. Race to get home. Whip up a quick dinner while helping a kid practice music, checking… Continue reading Too many irons in the fire.
Election years are always tumultuous here in the states, but the last four presidential elections have been particularly pernicious. One side foretells utter doom if the other side wins. One side threatens to abandon the country if so-and-so is elected (aaaand they never do). This house is divided, and if we don't start getting our act together, it's going to fall. Anger, Apathy, Angst---all are present for the show. Do you feel these things?
The house was still and silent save for the soft snores of the chocolate lab lying on her bed in the far corner. I sat evaluating the budget and making my to-do list for the following day. No interruptions. No demands. Just the soft airy silence of night.