Village People

          I always knew that one day I would meet her.  I just never thought it would be today.

 She is young, hip, cool…. and she plays a guitar.

            A Sunday afternoon meeting to hang out at Starbucks.  The excitement in my daughter's voice when the text came in was cute.  Her making sure I wasn’t late was even cuter.  I agreed, I drove her there and then it hit me…

 This was it, and I wasn’t ready.

You see, I know as well as you do that we can’t raise these kiddos all alone,  Lindsey will require quite a "Village" so years ago I began praying for..... her. 

Who is  “HER?”

The one that Lindsey will listen to, when she won’t listen to me.  The one that will get the “dirt” when all I get is “fine.”   The answerer of the late night dinging of the text messages with a 12 year old’s prayer request because she just got into trouble again.

……and no I am not jealous, more like thankful.

Because, I have been "her."  You can’t be the other half of “Gary and Niki” and not have a few of these precious charges under your belt.

          I even remember saying once to a dear friend, “ You think there will be a Niki for my girls?”

           To Lindsey, I am mother.  Killer of all fun.  I have specific tasks and roles and this isn’t it.

Every girl needs one.  The person that will listen to your heart and listen to you rant and rave about your mother, then tell you – “ Your mom, she might be right.” The one that is just a little farther along in the journey, yet close enough to remember what it is like.

Oh- and most importantly….  she will point you to Jesus.

Hold on to Jesus......my dear Jessie,

 because Lindsey needs you....

and I need you more!

Happy New Year 2014

 Happy New Year!  2014

            It was after midnight in downtown  Atlanta.    A friend’s mother was in ICU and we had ventured out to check on them.

After midnight tends to make me reflective...

 After midnight, in a hospital, sitting with some friends whose mother is fighting for her life, makes me want to scream!

             “Wait!  Stop, Hold it! This chic needs a do over!

            I always begin my year with a word.   A mantra of sorts.  Not a resolution, but just an awareness.  Driving home, leaving that hospital, it occurred to me that I  had found my word for 2014……Enough

Enough:

·       With the excuses.

You and I both know that if you really want something badly enough, you will make it happen.   I am coming to the realization that it is time to quit justifying my decisions.  It is time for action.   Do it, don’t do it, but quit excusing it. 

·       taking my health and my future for granted. 

This year marks 5 years  since my aneurysm.  What have I done to make the world a better place, or to make Niki a better person? I still eat like I am 20 and that whole exercise thing is a farse.  I was given a second chance, why do I get to waste it?

·       of living every moment for social media…

     Posing for pics, retakes, and just the right shot, Instagramming and Facebooking everything to show the world how fabulous we all are.    We are fabulous, but not because the world clicks a   “like “ button.  

       Now, I am not saying that I am going to close accounts or get crazy and start deleting stuff….just  a conscious effort being more aware that the moment is always more important than the photo or post about it.

·       bullying…

Even in my own home, with my own little girls.  Somehow I got the idea that mom and sergeant were interchangeable.  Barking orders, issuing decrees all for the sake of “Parenting.”   When, in all honesty, it is more about my being proud... than them doing the right thing.

·       with what’s next…

 Why is there validation in martyrdom? Overdone schedules seem to be a badge of honor.  Talking about all we have to do in the name of “ life” seems to be the topic of the day.  Let’s face it- Everything we do or skip, we choose to do so.  I choose to do. Saying there is not enough time is just not true.  There is time for exactly what I make time for.

                         I am tired of living and still missing life. 

       The cruise control is set on such a high speed we don’t seem to know what to do when we slow down.    We had a rare day recently where we chose to just do nothing.  Do you know how hard it is to just do nothing?  For people who define success with activity, the participation in a slow day can be terrifying.

·       of beating myself up over unrealistic expectations. 

 So, the house isn’t perfect,   the papers took longer to get graded than originally thought,  I forgot something ( which is a really big deal for me) , the kids make mistakes,  they are not perfect-  I am not perfect either. I can be the enemy or perfection can be the enemy .   Not both....   I don’t really want to be an enemy.

·       Excess...

       It is astounding.  I guess I figured this one out in all of our travels.  I no longer even pack in suitcases, but more often in huge storage containers.  I said it is just easier, but the truth is, they hold more stuff, and we like stuff.

·       With caring more about what others think...

        than God.   I think we can honestly say that time seeking other’s approval is far greater than most of us spend seeking God’s approval.  My boss, my husband, my family, my friends, and these kids, all determine worth and value instead of the ONE who created worth and value.  This must change.

             I do not have a handle on how this is going to look just yet. I am not sure what to do about all these areas.  I can only take it one day at a time.  I guess I am going to just have to depend of God daily to show me the changes needed to make.

             Let me challenge you to search yourself and find your word this year.  Keep it as you focus on the daily.  Write it somewhere where you will be reminded.

  Because…..

                                     This year, my word is ENOUGH

I have enough,  I am enough,  because HE is enough for me.

Thanksliving

My name is Niki, 

                     and I admit I am a “Black Friday Shopper”.

          My sister and I get up long before the sun.   We trudge through the masses in search of treasures, we laugh at the idiots who fight over Furbie  ( actually saw someone go down once over that one!), and we love it.

         I have listened for days on the protest over shopping and Thanksgiving… and for the life of me I just don’t see it.  I don’t even see why it is a point of discussion.

         I have read the rebuttals about how it takes “thanks” out of Thanksgiving Day.   Personally, I think that is a wonderful concept.  

We take a DAY and say “Thanks God”...  read that again

                 We take a DAY and say  “Thanks  God”

There are over  70 + other verses that talk about a thankful life style.

         What happened to Thanksliving?  What happened to daily acknowledging of what God has provided?  What happens on Saturday or Monday?  Why is that supposed to be different than Thursday?

I want to grab the “nay sayers” and ask them all,   “So, you don’t plan on buying or shopping?”   If you are going to be gluttonous, irresponsible, excessive, or over the top, then why does the day you do it on matter? 
            

          Are those who scream “excess” on Thursday are sitting at the computers on Monday fighting for the Cyberdeals?

Most people I know who preach about the evils of Black Friday shopping, still do it.  They just feel better about it on Dec. 1.

         Now, we do Thanksgiving like everyone else.  We eat and spend the day with family. We are genuinely reflective and thankful for what we have as a family, but that also happens EVERY other time we eat or come together. 

         I used to think that we were missing something because our Thanksgiving dinner was just like every other dinner, then I realized the blessing that is.   Being raised in a family of faith whose PRACTICE it is to recognize God and his goodness daily, did kinda makes Thanksgiving…. just a little bigger meal.

                   I guess, at Thanksgiving we need to remember that the beauty of our country… is in choice.     The choice has never been about what day you are to be Thankful, but just to be thankful.

         I wonder sometimes if the people yelling the loudest  about Thanksgiving are the ones who would miss it altogether…..if it were interrupted on that ONE day.

        

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The Beauty of Imperfection

“Sadly folks, Summer ended at 4 o’clock today.” 

               What a sad thought for this girl.  We sat at a local restaurant right off of the beach I love,  and listened to a waiter usher this depressing blow.  I love everything about the lazy days between May and September.  Always have.  If you know me at all, then you know there is only one place I really want to be when the season comes to an end.

               If my girls have inherited anything from me, it has to be our love of the waves.  Lindsey has grown up in the sand.  She is that child with the bucket, the one hunting shells. She will begin her relentless pursuit of finding treasures.

                Now, understand her quest is not for what you or I would deem worthy.  I have seen her throw back shells that could be sold in the store.  She just smiles and says, “Not that one.”

               I had a few hours to kill, so one afternoon I joined her on her adventure.  I sat by the shore with my daughter, and asked her to tell me about her newest additions.

               She proceeded with the utmost care in unfolding their splendor to me.  Honestly, I tried, but all I could see was a bunch of misshapen, broken, ugly shells. 

Not one would I have chosen as my prize.

               Like a proud parent, she recounted each one’s story.  She spoke of their adventures in the sea.  She told me where they might have come from and some….. how they may have been broken.

She shared with me their journey, evidence of a trial.  Storms, waves, ultimately ending up on the shore ….. in pieces.

 Not at all how they started, but here they are….. Stranded,  waiting for someone to pick them up and point out their beauty.

               As I sat there and listened to the wisdom of this 11 year- old child, it occurred to me that she has vision that the world doesn’t grasp.  

The beauty of imperfection.

This was not the plan,   but it is also not the end.

             We are all touched by it.  Victims of dreams deferred.  Everything from life careening off course,  to unfulfilled desires of family, or love (or both).

“God, what are YOU going to do with this?   Where is the beauty?

….. cause I just don’t see it.”

There was a plan,  but now what?

 

               I have a heart that hangs in my kitchen that was given to me during our first year of marriage.  I was so proud of that heart.  A dear friend gave it to me as a symbol of the work that God was doing in me at that time. 

….then the storms came, life got hard,  and I was at the end ( of everything).

               One day I came home frustrated and in a hurry, I knocked the heart off of the wall and it broke.

 I picked up the pieces, and I cried. 

               I called the heart giver.  I asked her to give me another heart.  In her wisdom, she said that she wouldn’t give me a new one, but we could still use mine.

               We put the pieces back together and she said,   “Sometimes, the beauty can be found in the scars”.  

                I still look at that heart every day.  A constant reminder that broken …doesn’t mean worthless.   That imperfection can still have purpose.

There is redemption to be found among the broken.

               My heart, Lindsey’s  shells......

  Beauty is not found in what is missing, but what remains.

I wonder if  God sometimes looks on His creation and His heart breaks a little.  We see all that we aren't, all that we missed, and  all the broken pieces that we use to define us.

and HE sees the beauty in what we are.

The world may not see it, but we are HIS prize.

 Redeemed, ready to be picked up and put on display....broken pieces, scars and all.

I Hate Burpees!

I HATE Burpees…

      It's true.  They may very well be the death of me.  I also hate those stupid  double under thingys. I REALLY can't stand toes to bar.

 

BUT I am loving Crossfit.

      I have learned some new terminology this summer.  …Things like W.O.D. (Workout Of the Day) and “sweat angels.” (…like snow angels just made out of sweat). These things, once foreign to me, are now a part of my everyday life.

 Gary and I have promised each other to get healthier this summer.  He started this craziness and then looked at me and said "Now…You too!"

 So we Crossfit.

      I must admit that it is the hardest thing I have EVER done.  You see, I am the girl on the couch WATCHING the exercise video with a Dr. Pepper and a Krispy Kreme Hot Fresh Glazed Doughnut.  I can yell "Looking good, doing fine!” with the best of them.

But for me to get involved, well...

   I am not going to lie to you, it is hardcore.  It is like none other I have tried.  The instruction is top of the line.  The people are great.  They are in it solely to help me and everyone else. 

                               …and probably most important...nobody cares if I cry. 

     My excuses don't work.  My sad little stories don't cut it.  NO, is not a viable option.  Just suck it up and do it.  …Quit whining, complaining, and slacking.  If you want results, you must do the work.  No one can do it for you.

But, when you succeed, no one will get the reward but YOU.

Did I mention it is hard?

     It is not an uncommon sight to witness bodies sprawled out on the ground everywhere after a workout.  The room looks more like a battlefield than a workout facility.  As I was lying on the floor gasping for air after a recent workout, the strangest thought occurred to me. 

 “This is my life?”  

                              …or more importantly ...What if This WAS my life?

 

       I guess the reason I haven't blogged in a while is that I had nothing really to write.  The pen(computer) won't go where the heart hasn't been. 

                                             And my heart has been lazy.

      What IF my spiritual workout everyday left me gasping for breath at the presence of the HOLY God in front of me?  What if I was laid flat on the floor by HIS Word? 

 There was a moment a few weeks ago where things started to come together for me.  I was attempting to lift weight for the first time…

 …and it well, hurt.

 I looked at my coach (Jimmy, who is also the owner) and said, "Uhm, I think I might need to stop.  This hurts."  He looked at me and smiled and said.  "It is supposed to." 

Then he just walked off...the nerve!

 

I, then  heard a conversation between another coach and a participant. "You’re not really serious yet.  You didn't even come in here dressed to give it your all." She was talking physical, all I heard was Spiritual.

      How many times have I just gone through motions, when I can hear..."Niki, you know what to do, YOU have so much more inside you.  Face it kid, you are not even trying.”

      But, I think the most profound moment in the gym happend on my dreaded nemesis...the pull-up bar.  

 I was getting some one-on-one training (i.e. Special Ed. Crossfit) doing pull-ups. There I was, dangling in the air, being told to pull myself up.  HA!  Like that could EVER happen!

I actually laughed in her face(the owner’s wife) and said "Uhm…No!"

She told me a few things to help me and made it seemed doable.  I was doing ok, but frustrated because I could never really get it.  I had decided I was finished.  I had done a little work and thought I would quit before things got too intense.

When I had no strength left…She said. "Do one more."

 I thought she was crazy!  I had struggled, but never came close to getting my chin to the bar, now exhausted from the struggle; she thinks I can do it?

     She explained to me. "Sometimes it's not the first 9, it is number 10 that you will be able to do." Those 9 attempts are getting you ready for the challenge.  Your muscles will remember what to do when your strength is gone."

Whoa!

What if that were true in my “other” life?  The day to day battle we are all in.

What if the next time something comes at me, I was ready?  I had done the “work” and I was prepared.   

                                   What would that “life” look like?

 So many times I see in Scripture that this life is a race.  Something for which we must train.  We are warned that it is going to be a battle, but the abundant life is out there.  Peace through any storm is out there.

 

                             But we have to put forth the effort to know HIM.

  “The Prize” is ours for the taking.

 

Oh---did I tell you…I REALLY hate Burpees!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why I Agree with...

“Why I Raise my Kids without God.”

Dear Mother of Two,

As I read your blog the other night, I found myself agreeing with you more than expected. You see, I am a pastor's wife and  on so many points, all I could respond with was, “I can see how I could somewhat agree with her."

Please indulge me as I explain...

1. God is a bad parent and role model.

I can see how you would feel that way. In our society, God is a bad parent. We are living in a generation where “good parenting” is permissive parenting. We encourage kids to “find themselves” in a self-absorbed quest for “ME”. We tell them that the world is their stage and they are the show. God says “ No!” He demands discipline, respect, honor, and holiness.

As far as a role model, a model must have the propensity to be replicated. Check those credentials, It can't be done.

2. God is not logical.

You are so right. Logical people make sense. There is an order and predictability to their actions, It would be ridiculous to think that the Creator would choose to redeem HIS creation with HIS own child.... just because.

 3. God is not fair.

Again, you are correct. What is fair anyway? It means in accordance with the rules. The Maker of the rules did not change the rules just to placate us. Fair would be allowing our eternal separation. Fair would be allowing HIS creation to get what we deserve. Fair would be an existence with no hope, or help, or Savior.

4. God does not protect the innocent.

True again. HE does not protect the innocent ...because we are all guilty. Born a sinner in need of a Savior. What HE does protect is His promise to never leave us or forsake us if we trust HIM.

5. God is not present.

If you look up the definition of present it says “in the moment”. God is not present. He is not merely “in the moment.” He is the Alpha and Omega, beginning and end, first and last. Time begins and ends at his command. You may call HIM what you will, but please don't regulate my God to simply being... present.

6. God Does Not Teach Children to Be Good

He teaches them to be godly. Good is subjective, based on perspective. Our standard has never been good , because you can never be good enough.

Now, what you said about religion, I'll take it one step further....I do want it to go away. Far away. So far away that I want my kids to understand it is opposite of what I want for them. I want them to have a relationship. Not a set of rules to follow or tasks to do. I long for my girls to know HIM and to be known by HIM.

Dear friend, You are right. Most of what we believe about God is inconsistent and illogical, but so are things like love, forgiveness, faith, dreams, or even the concept of home. If you are going to throw out God, then you must throw all of those things to which we cling.

The one point where we must part ways is your last. You say that you understand why other people “need” God, you just don't have that need. I just don't see how anyone can survive without HIM. My friend, the mere fact that you have put so much effort and time into your rebuke about the things of God shows me how close you are to figuring this whole thing out.

I don't judge you because honestly, I don't know you. I have never spent one minute with you. I have never sat at your feet and poured my soul out to you. You have not been with me on my darkest nights or held me until the light broke through. You were not there at my first breath and you will not be there at my last. My future is not in your hands. I don't know you.

But I do know HIM.

I can 't explain HIM. I won't even try. Just like I can't explain love, forgiveness, motherhood, or what it feels like when you can't take one more step- and then you do. I don't know how to put into words the ONE who authored history. I can't make you hear the call of the ONE who created sound. I can't teach your heart to see things your eyes cannot.

But I can introduce you to HIM, because I know HIM.

~ if you ever want to meet HIM, I can introduce you. He even knows my name.

Niki

If You Are Missing Jesus

 If you are missing Jesus.....

Last weekend I had a moment.  An absolute fit about the Holidays.  The same fit we all have this time of year about the mixing of secular and sacred. The battle against the commercialism  has put me in a humbug sort of mood.  You see, in my futile attempt to have more Nativity sets than Santas in our home, I think I am part of this whole problem.

  For me, It began with a simple statement about Jesus' birth.

           “Everything is different, but nothing has changed.”

Think about that for a minute.  In all of the advances of the current age, the human condition has not improved. The year is 2012 and we are still as lost as those searching for their own idea of a king.

 We know what we think we are looking for, and just like that story, we are met with less hoopla and grandeur that anticipated.

We argue of Christmas, Santa, and the like ….. but  how are we still missing it?


I got to thinking about our own celebrating and I started questioning even myself.   Was Christmas ever really supposed to be just about Jesus birth?

 How did it become a cosmic birthday party?  Wasn't  the focus supposed to be about an indescribable gift?

Is that the reason for all of the frustration of the season?  Could it be that in our celebration of the story,  we missed the present?

  Here's a question for you....Is a gift still a gift if you don't take it?

Imagine what would happen if someone bought you a present, and set it on the shelf with instructions to open it.

........... if you want it.

You know it is there,  but it is still not yours because you didn't take it.

 I don't know about you, and maybe I am weird, but I don't normally attend birthday parties for people I don't know.  Isn't that what we are expecting others to do?

We have shifted our focus from a Jolly Ole St. Nick to the stable in hopes that we capture the wonder again.

But, I am beginning to realize something about Christmas.

 In the middle of celebrating HIS birth...... We are still missing HIM.

  We draw close to the scene. We gaze into the barn, listen for angels to sing. We watch as Mary gives birth to Jesus.  We sing songs about Silent Night,  but then we look away.

 I think that the meaning of Christmas is lost because the focus is on the manger. We celebrate the past,  but we do not acknowledge its place in the present.  We make Christmas about an event that happened, instead of something that is happening.

Do we even invite Jesus to His own party?  We talk about who HE was and what HE did...  instead of who HE is and what HE is doing.

  The gift of Christmas is not in the birth, but what HIS birth allows...

Isaiah  7:14

Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign:

The virgin will  conceive and give birth to a son,

  and will call him Emmanuel.

Not Jesus born among us........

Not Savior who died and rose for us...... But God with US.


We are not just missing baby Jesus this Holiday Season.

We are not missing the meaning of Christmas...... We are missing Christ.

What is wrong with the whole world today?

  The same thing that is wrong with Christmas.

                             ......We left Jesus in the stable.