Our superhero revealed
Our four year old was speaking as hulk…“baby Jesus you are the best super hewo. You are strong enough to die. And it hurt you. But then you lived again (right mrs telli?). And we can go to heaven because you died.”
Yep, Mark. Hulk is right. And God is indeed the biggest Superhero ever. Bigger than I can even imagine. I know this because we are seeing the smallest of hearts with the biggest of hurts understands the greatest gift ever.
We have a few birthday traditions. They might seem outlandish, but we think they are worth it. When a Boyd kiddo turns ten, Robert takes them on a trip. Wanting all things to be “fair” (ahem, for me), when the kids turn thirteen, I take them on a trip.
Jase turned thirteen this summer and he chose to return to his favorite town of Bend, Oregon to ski in the winter. So off we went. Two Spring Break Texas Skiiers … that last skied about four years ago … but failed to remember all that.
I really wasn’t worried about Jase. He’s young. He’s athletic. It was me that I was worried about. I haven’t proved it yet, but I imagine there were quite a few bets behind my back as to who would go down the mountain like in a medic sled.
It wasn’t me. (insert super happy prideful dance here) But it very well could have been.
Let me set the stage. Mt. Bachelor was receiving three feet of snow. The locals were beyond excited and the speed in which they went down the mountain showed it. We were a bit intimidated by all. the. fresh. powder both on the ground and pelting us in the face. In short, we weren’t ready.
I should have seen it coming, not for the obvious reasons stated above, but because of the book I read as we traveled. “The Best Yes” by Lysa TerKeurst. (Stop what you are doing and buy it now. I wish I had read it eons ago.)
As our day unfolded I saw the lesson from the book unfold. The fact that we couldn’t see the run signs because of the snow at the top of the mountain should have been our first clue. Of course, the snow medic taking Jase down the mountain confirmed the thoughts. And the call for our friend to come get us after our first run down the mountain sealed the deal. The lesson was clear.
We didn’t think the whole thing through. Therefore our expectations were not realistic and certainly not lived up to. While Lysa is talking about bigger life decisions than a fun day down on the mountain, the lesson rang in my heart. When considering a big decision she filters it with these questions: Does it fit spiritually? Finanically? Emotionally? Physically?
The trip did all of those. Easily.
But going up Mt. Bachelor on a big snowfall day with no practice, didn’t fit physically. At all.
Therefore it was not the best decision.
Like the time I said yes to PTA at three schools. Not a good fit emotionally.
Or the time we bought a house and I went part time in my job. Not a good fit financially.
When I continued on in a ministry past the time I still felt called. Not a good fit spiritually.
All good things … the mountain, PTA, a house, ministry. But at the time, not the best decisions. It wore us down in ways that took some rebuilding. Some decisions take a while to recover from, some are as easy as jumping back on the mountain the next day … but in tubes. And enjoying the best decision until we laugh so hard our sides hurt!
I love her simple four questions when decision making. Does it fit physically, financially, spiritually and emotionally? These will be great tools to use as a committees, could yous and calls on our lives begin asking for our time. Some of them will be a best yes for someone else (like the super cool snowboarders) on Mt. Bachelor and they will enjoy it to the fullest. Some of them will be the best yes and more life giving than we can fathom (like tubing down a mountain with your son and friend Anna).
*disclaimer/warning: The day we tubed was still cold and way more snow that we could see through. It wasn’t easy to haul ourselves up the hill when we went sledding. But it was right for us and it was good (and so much fun!) The decisions we make that are right for us are the same way. For us, fostering: hardest thing we have ever done, but it was right and it was good. I could be anything … a job, a relationship, a meal, a gift. Hard and good … they go hand in hand.
Eighty four cents
We had eighty four cents left on our gift card at Cracker Barrel. I turned around to the man behind me and said, “here is eighty four cents to use for your lunch. It’s not much, but it will be easier for you to use today.”
The man declined it. And for some reason that set strangely in my heart. It’s not a huge gift … but it’s a little and surely it’s a little helpful.
The next day I was making a mad dash through the store when I met eyes with a girl that I recognized but didn’t know if I really actually knew her. She paused as we were passing and said, “I really like your outfit. You look darling.”
Encouragement is a hard gift for me to receive. Right then and there, I decided there was no way I was declining that small gift. It made my heart smile the rest of the day. Rare is the day I endeavor to actually look darling … much less pull it off … those words were gold.
Small gifts are so easy to give. But can be so hard to receive. I don’t understand why. Do they seem unimportant? Not worth our time or effort? Not big enough? Maybe upon first thought they are all of those … but they are a gift. And all gifts given and received matter.
As we dwell in the season of bigger and better gifts … let’s not forget the power of the small gift. A hug, a meaningful conversation, a cup of coffee bought, a kind word or a smile.