Prairie Life

2011-12-25T22:07:00.004-06:00

Do you ever wonder what it would be like to stand on a stage in a large arena with over 13,500 fans awaiting your next word? Maybe you would find that exciting or possibly extremely frightening. The challenge becomes when you begin to think about it and then realize what would I have to say that all these people would be coming to hear?

What would you say if you were given the opportunity to speak to 13,500 people for two hours? What would your message be? Right now, take out a piece of paper and begin to craft your message. Let it flow, develop, take form then share it with someone. You never know where it will take you, who will hear it, what will happen because you dared to share what's on your heart. You might find yourself in the middle of something you never dreamed of - something so awesome you can hardly believe it's happening! Then again you can say to yourself "what would I ever have to say that anyone would ever want to hear?"

We are given a sunrise each day to start to live into the life that we were created to live - start living now! Be who you were created to be! Who knows where you'll go.....

It is with great intentionality

2011-12-18T09:09:00.005-06:00

Intentionality: the fact of being deliberate or purposive. Philosophy the quality of mental states, that consists in their being directed toward some object or state of affairs.

Gifts of time are given to us in life sometimes by our own choosing and other times by our circumstances of the moment. What we do with that gift of time can either be productive or destructive. It is with intentionality that we set the course that will determine the outcome of time either lost or gained.

This is one of those times for me personally and for the people of the United States. On a personal level I am entering a time of intentional discernment over the next step after closing one door before opening another with regard to vocation.

For the people of the United States it is a time of either choosing to enter a time of intentional discernment to reflect and consider what truly would be the best for our country. Or to turn this time towards destructive and divisive conversations that will set us on a course that has no positive outcomes. The choice is always ours, the challenge is which path to take. I would suggest neither. Let each of us, blessed with this gift of time, intentionally consider the long-range outcomes of the decisions we deliberately and intentionally make when the results affect not only ourselves, but others as well.

2011-07-19T23:01:00.003-05:00

Our modest community holds an annual art festival which is always a delight. It's like attending a family reunion. Many of the artists have been sharing their gifts with us for over a decade. We know each others names, faces and sometimes families. The smiles of recognition and laughter of stories shared fills the air like bubbles on floating in the breeze.

As I was wandering through the various tents I came across an older gentleman. Dressed in blue jeans with button braces and a cotton dress shirt he sat quietly in front of his table of books. He smiled from ear to ear and I just couldn't resist stopping to see what he had to offer. Normally I only shop for something unique, one of a kind, possibly a painting, a sketch, or even a nice piece of pottery. This year I found an even greater treasure in this tale of a diagonal crossing of The Dark Continent of Africa from Malaga to Mombasa. An adventure of being lost in the hottest desert on earth, arduous river crossings, strange and unusual people and the beauty of the rolling step country of East Africa. All experienced through the travel of one man, from Iowa, traveling by motorcycle on a very, very long way from the beaten path.

His trip was taken decades ago, but as he began to talk it was clear that if given the opportunity he would leave tomorrow and do it again! I think this year's purchase was the greatest find yet! Check it out yourself: www.theheartofafrica.com

2011-07-13T11:52:00.002-05:00

At first it was an inconvenience, then suddenly it became a blessing. Of course I am referring to the time I spent without power recently. The storms came quickly, in the darkness of night. As the first rays of sunlight peeked from behind the shroud of night I discovered the landscape of my yard was forever changed. Four of the most magnificent trees that blessed me each year with abundant shade, striking fall color and interesting contrast to the white snows of winter were gone.

I stood amid the leaves and shattered branches realizing that for me it was sad, but for the birds, squirrels and other creatures it was catastrophic. Their homes were gone, mates and offspring were missing, but there would be no community search and rescue. Then as quickly as the storm had come I observed a pair of Cardinal picking up twigs and grass. They were rebuilding, starting over and by their behavior they were as joyful and dedicated to their task as they were when I observed them in early spring.

The blessing I received was seeing how God provides for the birds as surely as God provides for me the opportunities for new beginnings: sometimes, slowly with plenty of preparation and sometimes very suddenly like a storm. The challenge comes in how I choose to receive the opportunity. I hope that I am like the pair of Cardinals and able to find joy in the struggles and storms of life.

2011-07-08T16:43:00.002-05:00

Pulling weeds in the garden is an awesome activity! I enjoy the time I spend among the plants, both those we call weeds and those we call flowers. It just depends on where you live which ones are which. This I've come to know from my travels both inside and outside the country. I think the most enjoyable part is having time to do a task that doesn't require much attention which enables my minds to rest. Something I know I don't get the opportunity to do often enough. I always feel refreshed after coming in from the garden.

Maybe pulling weeds is not your thing, but what do you do to let your mind rest? Meditation? Yoga? Running? Walking? Hand washing dishes? Our world is super busy, we fill our days with activities that both stress our minds and bodies to the max. Giving time to unwind can help us find balance, peace and satisfaction. Give it a try - let me know what you do that gives your mind a rest?

2011-06-30T21:48:00.003-05:00

I love a good story! I especially love listening to an excellent storyteller who engages me in something I otherwise might not give a second glance. Point in case: "Hitler's Holy Relics" by Sidney Kirkpatrick, a book I wouldn't pull down from the library shelf under normal circumstances. However, needing something to listen to while traveling last weekend it was available at my local library. Popping it into the player and beginning the sixteen hour drive I found myself enthralled by this story! Yes, you read it right "enthralled".

This is a great story of the theological motivations that drove the Nazi leadership. Not to mention it's a great mystery of missing Holy Relics, jewels, and gold. Then there is the main character a man named Horn whose personal story adds even more interest! I have to be honest and tell you I probably wouldn't have even finished the first chapter if it hadn't been for the storyteller. Like I said, I love listening to an excellent storyteller.

When was the last time you listened to someone really skilled read or tell a story? It's one of life's simple pleasures, enjoy!

2011-05-19T07:46:00.004-05:00

There is something to be said for living simply. While in New Zealand I stayed in a variety of places. One of my favorites was my little "batch" at Oponoi in the Hokianga. I had everything I needed and more. Just look at the view off my porch! I was nestled in a valley with only the birds, a few cows, some goats, and natures splendor to keep me company. I was very content! But would I have been so content if I was there for more than one week? Through the winter? Through the spring rains? The nearest neighbor was miles away and the township a good hour. Isolated from the world with only myself to keep me company?

I am grateful for the time I spent in this batch as I had the opportunity to meet myself again. To discover the parts of me that somehow get shoved deep within in the midst of living and working. The parts that need to breathe more than once every decade (if even that). Why then do we continue to allow ourselves to oppress ourselves in this way? Of course we make excuses - work, family, obligations, money, whatever! But really? I think it's because we are afraid to be alone. Our culture doesn't promote solitude, it's not exciting enough. Let me dispel that thought! Solitude is not for the weak and it's definitely exciting! It's the ultimate "do you have what it takes" challenge. Looking for a real life adventure? A reality check? Then let me suggest time apart from everything, alone for one week - it will change your life!

2011-05-13T15:00:00.002-05:00

I love going outside right after it rains - the smell of damp earth and ozone. I'm given the invitation to partake in a wonderful banquet that only happens after a summer rain. Tree bark becomes darker which allows my eyes to feast on the various shades of green that only appear once a year when the leaves begin to present themselves. The ground is spongy underfoot making even the most expensive carpet pale in comparison. The bright colors of new life as the hosta begin to break through the now soft ground in search of sunlight.

Then of course there are the ever present bunnies! This year we have had the pleasure of welcoming a family to our backyard banquet. Mother and offspring share the bounty of hosta, blackeyed susan, clover and those tasty buds on the tulips! Let's not forget all the nests high on the gables of the house filled with baby birds. Their empty tummies give them voices that make the perfect alarm clock each morning. Much better than any chime or bell!

If you haven't taken off your shoes by now and gone walking in the damp grass then you are missing one of life's greatest joys that awaits you for free, right outside your door. Enjoy!

2011-03-27T17:14:00.003-05:00

I had the opportunity to travel last week to visit with family and friends in Kentucky and Tennessee. As I was driving over the Cumberland Plateau from Kentucky into Tennessee I was able to witness the transformation of the landscape from winter to spring. On the Kentucky side of the mountains the ground was still shades of brown, the trees were still deep in winter slumber and the only signs of approaching spring were the tips of the pine trees as they began to swell with pollen.

Then, suddenly as I began the descent into Tennessee the landscape came alive with color! The Redbud trees were an explosion of vibrant fuchsia! The grass was green, the tulip trees were screaming "spring is here" with pink and purple blooms. The forsythia with it's bright yellow arms reached high in the air and swaying in the breeze seemed to be dancing to the song of the birds. Wow! It was an awesome sight to behold.

Spring is just around the corner for those of us here in the Upper Midwest and I know when it arrives we will rejoice and be glad to say "Hooray! Spring is here!" Yet let us not forget that which makes spring so wonderful is the time we spend in winter. Let's give thanks for all the wonderful seasons of the year where Creation embraces us, refines us, and guides us as we journey together through all the seasons of our lives.

The Robins

2011-03-14T20:46:00.005-05:00

The sound was intense, the cats were poised at the kitchen windows with tails twitching. The ground outside was a frenetic carpet of Robins! All black and orange with puffed up feathers balancing on spindly little legs. Heads bobbing up and down eating the first signs of life emerging from the newly thawed soil. What a rare and wonderful site to behold on a frosty morning in March. The picture is of a Robin in New Zealand, they are shades of grey rather than orange and black.

2011-02-18T07:36:00.003-06:00

I can feel winter slipping away today as I observe the sun rising over the rooftops of the houses. The light has changed. Light takes on new dimensions with each changing season (in case you hadn't noticed) due to the distance of the sun of course. But what I've noticed is that most people don't notice. Most people gauge the change based on temperature, month, or the return of the ground after the winter blanket of snow. These are signs of seasonal change to be sure, but the sunlight always changes first.

Spring light is brighter, clearer, has a light yellow tint and the edges are fuzzy. Fall light is crisp, harsh, has a reddish tonality, and the edges are hard. Winter light is soft, diffused, the light blue tint only compounds the feeling of cold. Summer light is explosively bright, the color is white and the edges are undefined. Light is the presence of all color, the prism unleashes it's beauty. Remember that experiment in primary school?

It's nice this morning watching the day unfold before me.

A Testament of Love and Commitment

2011-02-13T20:34:00.005-06:00

Tomorrow is St. Valentine's Day and one year ago I today I was waiting in Christchurch, New Zealand's airport looking for my husband Chris to come through the arrival gate. We were to spend three wonderful weeks traveling the South Island of New Zealand. We had planned to start our trip with a couple of restful days in the beautiful southern alps. Relaxing, enjoying great food and preparing for our long awaited adventure. The day couldn't have been more perfect!

We arrived at our mountain get away and were preparing for our first evening together after being apart for 8 weeks. The afternoon was slowing fading into evening, the mountain out our window was framed with clouds and the sounds of the forest were lulling me to sleep. I decided to take a short nap before dinner. Sounds benign?

My how things can change in an instant! I woke up after my nap and stepped out of bed to prepare for dinner. The light had faded and the room was now just barely lit with the last of the days sun and the first of the evening moonlight. Instead of reaching for my glasses as usual I stepped out of bed and took two steps before realizing that there was a 6" step down from the bed platform to the main room floor. Snap! Crack! Intense pain! In a blink of an eye I had broken my foot. We were 4 hours from the nearest hospital, the mountain roads were now encased in fog and unsafe to travel. The next 16 hours were intense.

The next morning Chris and I traveled back to Christchurch where we would spend the remainder of our time learning the healthcare system of New Zealand. Chris would walk from the hospital to our hosts home daily. Not the trip we had planned. Now it's one year later and my foot has healed we are approaching St. Valentine's Day. Now, we have some hesitation about the impending holiday. See - two years ago the day after St. Valentine's Day - Chris had a major brain aneurysm that sent him to the hospital for four weeks. Resulting in brain surgery and months of rehab.

St. Valentine's Day has been truly one of the heart and testament to the enduring love and commitment of marriage. It's not about flowers, candy, dinner and a movie. All of which are nice - it's about those things that are more enduring in relationships. Most importantly the willingness to celebrate the good times, but also the challenging times of life with another person. May you have a blessed, non-eventful St. Valentine's Day filled with knowing that the people around you are there because they want to be!

2011-02-02T11:36:00.002-06:00

The sound of snowblowers and plows break the silence of the morning. Men dressed in beige or navy blue snow suits, ski masks making them anonymous, slowing moving back and forth throwing plums of snow into the air. The rhythm of winter continues. How easy we have it now, compared to those who journeyed to the Great Plains in search of freedom. It's cold inside my home, but really? I often think about my grandmother who was living outside Red Lodge, Montana in the early 1900's. Her stories of shoveling through the drifts to the barn, making tunnels and hanging lanterns. The needed for a "roof hatch" because the snow drifts would totally cover the other exits. Not having glass windows, only layers of deer or buffalo hide tightly stretched over the windows of their sod home. It took over a year for them to have a frame home with glass windows. She raised two small children under the age of 10 in this climate. I can only imagine, but on days like today I imagine and give thanks for snowblowers that break the silence of the morning.

2011-01-27T18:24:00.003-06:00

One year ago today the air was filled with smell of sulphur, the fog that hangs close to the ground was moist and the earth beneath my feet moved. I became so aware of the earth that it was almost frightening. Each day we walk about not giving a whole lot of thought to the ground upon which we walk. It’s just there. But that day creation reminded me of her presence in a most dramatic way. As you view the photograph from Rotorua, New Zealand taken during my trip last year, take a few moments and become fully aware of the ground beneath your feet is alive, very alive!

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2010-12-23T19:05:00.005-06:00

It's an erie kind of quiet, the sound of snow falling. You can sleep right through a heavy snowfall unlike a heavy rain. It's magical and unsettling at the same time. Each year we wait, wondering if we will have a white Christmas. After all snow and Christmas go together, right? Only if you've grown up watching TV or going to the movies where it always snows at Christmas. But what about those folks who don't get snow at Christmas? Having spent a Christmas in warmer climate a few years ago I realized just how much snow was tied into my Christmas experience. It just didn't feel like Christmas without cold and snow.

First, Christmas is about the birth of Jesus, but it's a lot more too. It's warm sugar cookies, spice tea, bells, brightly colored lights on trees both inside and out, fudge, cream candy, warm hugs, cards/letters from family/friends, fuzzy slippers and the list goes on. Then there is that unmistakable feeling when you awake on Christmas morning and hear nothing moving outside the window. You smile, knowing that the earth outside your window is blanketed in white. Oh how I love a white Christmas. Merry Christmas from my house to yours.

I Need A Silent Night - how about you?

2010-12-17T11:52:00.005-06:00

December comes then disappears. Faster and faster every year. Did my own mother keep this pace or was the world a different place? Where people stayed home wishing for snow. Watching three channels on their TV. Look at us now rushing around trying to buy Christmas peace.

I need a silent night, a holy night. To hear an angel voice through chaos and the noise. I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here to end this crazy day with a silent night.

May you find a silent night this Christmas where angel voices bring you good news of a great joy that shall be for all people. And his name shall be Wonderful Counselor, Prince of Peace.

My thanks to Amy Grant for the lyrics to her song "I Need A Silent Night"

2010-10-09T21:19:00.003-05:00

I spent last weekend in Minnesota at Lake Karonis. The air was crisp with the scent of fall. There was something very healing about being removed from the hustle of town. I got up early one morning and found a spot near the lakeshore. The sound of the loon echoed in the distance and there I was amid all the glory and wonder of creation, it was peaceful. That deep abiding peace that seems to come when we allow ourselves to step outside our daily routines and remove ourselves from worldly cares.

Earth - a magnificent queen - blue sphere - floating amid the beauty of the universe - filled with life -- our home. A home created with love and our best interest at heart by a creator who provides for all our needs. To breathe the air, feel the love of God and become aware of our own place within the myriad aspects of life we call creation. Now that's living!

Tis the gift to be simple

2010-09-28T20:52:00.005-05:00

As I traveled from the sandy white beaches through the steaming mist of the geothermal landscapes the landscape began to transform before my eyes. The landscape turned from beach to field. Field filled with sheep, cattle and grapes! Lots of grapes - as I entered wine country. Vineyard after vineyard covered the rolling hills. Then nestled among those magnificent vineyards is Warehau (the farm in the photo) my home for four days.

Life was basic there and in that simplicity it’s a natural path to walk towards a connection with the Divine. As the Spirit’s presence hangs heavy in both tangible and intangible manifestations. The distractions are of a different kind, the song of the birds, the sound of sheep talking amongst themselves, the ducks having a giggle, the hum of the bumble bees moving from flower to flower, or the gentle, constant rhythm of the cattle as they partake of their daily meal.

It’s easy to hear God’s voice speaking “Listen, know that I am with you always. I am in all things.”

Sky Walkers

2010-09-18T13:48:00.008-05:00

Humbled, that’s the word for how I felt when I stepped foot into the forest of the giant redwood trees. It was sacred ground, holy ground walking with ancient Spirits whose massive bodies gently guided me on the soft earthen path. The smell was intoxicating, damp earth - rich with the aroma’s that seduce and bring instant peace to ones soul. An unspoiled wonderland that humanity has left alone, no lumber is milled here, no plants taken, no holes cut for cars to drive through, birds and insects hum the rhythm of freedom to live!

God is present in every breath, the air I breathe -

the air that creation breathes are one.

2010-08-24T21:06:00.005-05:00

Every culture has a creation story that describes how life began on earth. All share one common thread: all are dependent on one another for survival.

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT:

If you pick an apple you normally leave the tree. This enables another apple to grow. However if you were to cut the tree down, there would be no possibility for future apples.

You have a well on your property that supplies all your drinking water. It would make no sense to dispose of lethal chemicals in the well. You would no longer have safe drinking water.

You need fresh, clean air to breathe to remain healthy and survive. If you put lethal chemicals and particulate matter in the air that you inhale you would no longer be able to breathe without filtering first.

AIR - WATER - FOOD

These three things are necessary for life. They sustain not only human life but all life. Without any one of these life can not exist as we know it. Which one are you willing to give up first? What would you be willing to do to ensure that humanity always has fresh, clean air to breath, pure drinking water, and safe food to eat? What are you doing right now that might protect all three?

The Jade Plant

2010-07-31T18:42:00.010-05:00

I purchased a small jade plant when I went away to college in 1972. It was just a few sprouts at the time. I put the small plant in my dorm window along with some photo's and other stuff. That little plant survived that first year and then each year thereafter. Moving from dorm to dorm and eventually to apartment to apartment. Growing all along the way, traveling with me wherever I went. The little jade traveled from Ashland, Kentucky to Cincinnati, Ohio. From Cincinnati to Morehead and Berea Kentucky. Then made the trip over the Smokey mountains to Knoxville, Tennessee and on to Chattanooga. Then settling in Atlanta, Georgia only to move from apartment to house and onto another house. Whew! Still alive and growing during all it's travels. Later on traveling to Lexington and Georgetown, Kentucky before moving to Richmond, Virginia and finally settling over the last six years in Marshalltown, Iowa.

Who would have ever believed that the same little jade plant would be with me longer than my husband and children! This summer it's living outside in the yard -- to receive some much needed sunshine and rain. You see over the many years it's given itself to others all along the way. I've taken cuttings and started small plants that I've given to friends and neighbors in each community I've lived. So this little jade plants legacy lives on in other homes across the country.

I don't know how much longer the jade will live, but I know as long as I'm able and it's willing we will continue on life's journey together. Sharing with everyone we meet!

Summer Evening

2010-07-19T19:09:00.006-05:00

I love sitting outside on the porch in the summer, especially in late evening. The birds are usually very vocal during those times. It's like eavesdropping on private conversations to listen to them chat back and forth. I imagine they are sharing the days events with one another. The crickets are just beginning to stir and the locust choir hasn't gotten into good voice yet. The light has a special quality at this time of day, casting shadows that make the landscape appear to be on stage. I listen, waiting to hear this evenings performance of natures players. Each evening different from the last. It's one of the great joys of life. Try it sometime!

2010-05-31T12:16:00.005-05:00

Monday and it's a beautiful sunny mid-west day! Yet another day that my broken foot has kept me from enjoying. I wait 9 long, cold, miserable months to have 8 weeks of warm weather when I can be outside. Now, with my inability to go outdoors without help I spend most of my days either in front of the computer, TV or reading. Those three activities use to be on a limited basis of only 1 to 2 hours max a day! I now have a much better understanding of what folks who have to deal with limited mobility deal with daily, every day. The Native American saying "Don't judge another man unless you have walked in his shoes" is quiet true.

None of us can ever totally understand what is is like for someone who has limited mobility unless you have experienced it yourself. You can have compassion and empathy, but understand? Nope, no way. This experience has given me insight and a new comprehension of just how much those of us who are able to move about without hinderances take that skill for granted. Also how much we don't see!

I've been walked into by more than one person while seated in my wheelchair in the grocery, Wal-Mart (especially) and on the sidewalk. Yep, folks just aren't paying attention and walk right into me. Kinda interesting really, they look stunned and then mumble something stupid like "Where did you come from?" As if I had suddenly appeared out of vapor! Really, people are you that focused on other things that you don't even see someone in a wheelchair right in your path?

The answer, yes people are that focused! We go about in one place while thinking of our next destination, not fully taking in where we are in the present moment. Kinda sad don't you think? The present is just that "a present", a gift to be opened and enjoyed. When was the last time you opened "the present"? Live in the moment today, not in the past or the future. Try to just live in the moment and savor it -- it's a gift. I've learned a lot just watching my cats, they live in the moment (sleep a lot), but they enjoy whatever comes their way and don't really push time to pass so quickly.

Tell me why we aren't doing this again?

2010-05-22T10:09:00.004-05:00

Paihia is a small community tucked into the bush-clad hillsides of the north island of New Zealand. I was amazed daily at the variety of ways that everyone here, no matter where they live conserves energy, fitting it into their daily routines. Take for instance the electric plugs. There is an on/off switch directly on the plug. If not using power, it’s off. No more feeding power to things when not in use. It’s so easy to do! (see photo)

Then every home outside of the city limits has it’s own bio-system. Your own water & sewage treatment plant. Easily incorporated into the environment and provides no need for septic tanks and gives back great fertilizer and grey water for plants and grasses. All very efficiently and easy as well. So tell me once again why we aren't doing these things?

2010-05-17T20:20:00.008-05:00

Tomorrow I have surgery to remove all the metal parts that have been holding my foot together. When it first happened I was nervous about having the metal in my foot. Now I'm nervous about having the metal taken away. When we are dealing with the unknown, no matter what it is we are fearful. Why is that? Possibly just because it's the unknown and we hate not knowing! But I have been told that my foot is healed and the metal is no longer needed. Shouldn't that be enough to remove my fears? Not really, because I haven't personally experienced it myself. There you have it in a nutshell. Until we personally experience something we really aren't sure if we believe it or not.

So how does one acquire "Faith"? Faith that the sun will come up tomorrow, that when we drive somewhere we will arrive safely, that eating eggs won't kill us! Then there is religious faith and all that comes with believing in a higher power, something outside of ourselves. What gives you "faith"? Have you ever asked yourself that question? Really asked and answered? Just because is not an answer, neither is I just know. Ask yourself "How does one acquire "faith"? How did you acquire your faith?

Life On the Barrier Islands

2010-05-08T15:48:00.005-05:00

While on Great Barrier Island I visited a Buddhist Monk and two ladies who share a plot of land together. The monk, Anne is from the US originally, her mother was the film star Veronica Lake. The ladies, Gail & her mother are from Australia. Neither Anne nor Gail knew each other before arriving on GB some 20 years ago. In the picture you see Gail and her mothers cottages. These three ladies share a love for gardening and both have beautiful, hand tended gardens.

The water flows down the hillside from a stream, allowing them to have water pressure the natural way. They have hot water from solar panels on the roof and electricity from the small windmills on the property. They grow flowers, but also fruit trees and vegetables. Both have hens which provide fresh eggs daily. Fertilizer is seaweed from the ocean and manure from the goats they keep in the field below. The goats also provide milk, cheese, and goats milk soap. All they need the earth provides, neither Gail or Anne work outside their homes.

Gail described her life as “living in paradise” as God intended. Being the steward of the garden and reaping it’s bounty. Now that says it all!

2010-05-02T16:16:00.004-05:00

Take a moment and look down at your feet? What do you see beneath them? Is it carpet, hardwood flooring, tile, snow, grass or mud? How often we walk along our way and never really look down at what we are walking over, except to make sure we don’t trip or slip. When was the last time you thought about the ground on which you walk as being Holy Ground? Do you ever consider that which supports you as something Holy? Take a moment and consider the ground upon which you walk as more than just the floor, the sidewalk or the grass. Think of it as that which gives you all the things you need to live. So if the earth provides that which is necessary for life then why do we continue to treat it as just the ground beneath our feet? No, it’s Holy Ground -- created by the most Holy to provide for our needs. What a gift! How are you doing in taking care of your gift today?

Take a moment and lift a prayer for the wildlife and people that are in danger due to the oil spill in the Gulf.

2010-04-29T16:16:00.002-05:00

It is my intent to begin to look at creation through a new lens, from the smallest details to the whole picture. How can we begin to understand how our individual actions are important in the role of stewards of creation if we never spend time with creation? When was the last time you stopped and just listened to the sounds outside your front door? When was the last time you stopped long enough to touch the grass, to run your hands over the bark of the tree in your front yard, to breath the air and be aware that the air you are breathing is the same air that the bird above your head is breathing? Our home is this planet, providing for all our needs. When was the last time you really said thank you with your actions? Will you join me on this journey?

Time to change

2010-01-01T22:48:00.003-06:00

Time to change from this blog to the new website for the next three months. I have just 7 more days until my journey begins. Follow me to New Zealand! Just click on this link and away we go...

http://web.me.com/gailthiessen

Hope to hear from you soon!

15 Days and Counting

2009-12-25T16:47:00.006-06:00

As I look outside the window on this cold, snowy Christmas day I can hardly believe that in just 15 days I will be on my way to New Zealand. It still hasn't become real and I doubt it will until I actually board the plane. My life has been one big adventure, awesome to be sure -- filled with ups, downs, twists, turns and my fair share of sorrows and joys.

I thought I was going to be a artist, teaching from my home countless students how to draw, paint and see the world through artistic lenses. My journey has been vastly different than I had imagined, but it is accomplishing the original intent. Sharing God's beauty of creation through many lens. Come journey with me on my newest adventure!

Let's travel together to a land much different than our own but yet very similar. Let's learn new things about how we see and experience life -- through a new lens!

2009-12-22T22:30:00.005-06:00

The snow arrived a bit early this year, or at least it seems that way. Somehow I remember it was Thanksgiving last year before it made it's first appearance. Now, here we are on the cusp of Christmas Eve expecting ice and more snow. Okay, whoever out there wishing for a white Christmas -- enough already! Be more specific -- give your geographical location.

However in just a few short weeks things will change for all of us. The weather will change, but also the year. 2010 is fast approaching and soon we will all be making our famous resolutions that we never remember more than a few weeks into the year. Time magazine will begin to seek it's person of the year, the stock market will re-set, the fashions will suddenly change and your pink scarf you just got for Christmas will no longer be in fashion.

But today here we are, in the pre-Christmas rush -- waiting. Waiting for Christmas Eve to arrive. What are you waiting for this year? A particular gift? Someone to return home for the holidays? What is it that you are wanting and waiting for so eagerly?

As for me I'm just wanting, needing a "Silent Night" like the lyrics of Amy Grants song. I need a silent night, a holy night. To hear an angel voice through the chaos and the noise. I need a midnight clear, a little peace right here. To end this crazy day with a silent night.

My prayer for you and for myself is that we all have a Holy Night tonight. Shalom.

My Blog, My Thoughts

2009-09-08T19:20:00.003-05:00

Since this is my blog I get to share my thoughts on a few things. I'm puzzled? How is it that some parents don't want to let their children listen to the President speak to the nation's children? Curious? Are these the same parents who:

Let their children watch "Saw I & IV"? But don't want their children to hear "stay in school"?

Let their children watch "Survivor"? But don't want their children to hear "take care of the environment"?

Let their children watch "The Family Guy"? But don't want their children to hear "love your neighbor as you love yourself by helping someone in need"?

So let me get this straight:

It's okay to have your kids see other human beings being tortured and then sawed up into tiny bits and pieces as entertainment.

It's okay to have your kids see people lie, cheat, and steal to get ahead to win money.

It's okay to have your kids watch an adult male swear, cheat, and commit adultery.

Oh, I get it -- their children might actually see something worth emulating for a change and then ask mom and dad why "they" aren't doing anything to:

Stop hunger; child abuse; provide adequate medical care for all the people of our nation; protect the environment and slow global warming. Now I understand!

Changes

2009-07-15T21:04:00.004-05:00

Where did anyone ever get the misguided idea that things never change? Or that some things should never change? At what age do we become fearful of change? Over the past 55 years of my life I can't remember a single day without change. Really! Something always changes -- the weather is never the same. The so called daily routine has changes no matter how hard one might try not to change it happens. So why are so many folks so fearful of change?

I learned very early on that if I looked at change as the spice, the mystery, a new adventure that change was what gives life it's fizz! I can't prevent it, so why not just go with the flow and learn either to embrace it or deal with it -- because it's going to happen. Then something wonderful happens, you begin to find it interesting and exciting. It takes on a whole new dimension and essence.

Change becomes like the smell of the earth after the rain -- fresh, clean and full of potential. Change becomes like the feeling of the warm salty breeze that comes off the ocean -- causing you to sway in it's embrace. Change becomes the cool, crisp, quiet of a fresh snow -- taking your breath away and making you feel alive!

And if you really hate the changes happening in your life -- don't worry so much, things will change.

What gives you joy?

2009-06-10T09:52:00.007-05:00

I've been painting again, something I haven't done for over 10 years. From the time I was 10 years old until I went to seminary I did some form of art daily. Even when the children were small I managed to find time daily for something creative. Creating art was as important as breathing -- I couldn't go long without it. So why haven't I done anything for so long?

Because I've allowed myself to fill my time with too much stuff that really doesn't make my heart sing. First, let me be clear this has nothing to do with my ministry or my love of what I do for my family and the church. This has to do with what I do with my time outside of the church callings. What we all refer to as "spare time" -- which as we all know is a catch phrase because there is no "spare time".

We choose what to do with our time no matter what our calling in life. We choose how to spend our time and whether to create a balance between work, family, friendships, and activities. Yes, some things demand our attention -- but let's get real. We do have more "spare time" than we are willing to admit. How much time is spent in front of the TV? How much time is spent on the internet or computer? How much time is spent doing things that really aren't going to enhance or better our lives or those around us?

Now that I have started painting again, I feel better about myself and what I'm doing with my "spare time". What are you doing that's keeping your soul from singing again? What's eating up your "spare time" that really isn't working for you?

What gives you joy? What makes your heart sing? What have you put away on a shelf or in a drawer that you might want to dust off and revive?

"Round the Table"

2009-06-02T08:52:00.008-05:00

Recently I spoke at the high school baccalaureate service. I was asked to deliver a service that spoke to a diverse religious student body that would encourage them and give them hope for the future. With that charge my topic was "Table Manners". The world is our table and we come together round this table from different backgrounds, cultures and races. We come with different religious and political opinions. My question to the young faces looking up a me was "How do we get along and work together?"

I chose not to put forth any particular religious or political agenda but rather to ask them to seek what they have in common rather than pointing out their differences. By working towards common goals such as clean water and food for all God's children or justice for women and children who are suffering from abusive governments or relationships. These common goals cross political and religious barriers and help us to build relationships with one another.

Then through these relationships we build trust and that trust leads to dialogue with respect regarding our particular religious or political opinions. I also warned them that taking a position of always having to be right or believing that they hold the only truth can be dangerous and arrogant.

In John 17:23 we read: "I in them and you in me, that they may be completely one". But oneness has never been a quality the church has had much of an opportunity to celebrate. Perhaps our greatest problem has been distinguishing Jesus' promise of oneness from our own concept of "hegemony." Jesus didn't come to establish the hegemony of the church. Jesus came to enable us to become a community united by love. As our world continues to shrink we find our own welfare increasingly caught up in the well being of our global neighbors. So then we are no longer strangers or aliens, but we are members of the household of God.

I closed with a short video by "Playing for Change" entitled "One Love" which you can view at: www.playingforchange.com and selecting episodes #3 One Love. How was this received by the students? As expected -- some good, one negative, but most just remained silent.

Thoughts? I'd love to hear from you.

As time goes by

2009-05-15T20:40:00.006-05:00

As I prepare for the graduation of my youngest to graduate from high school in just a few short weeks I find myself pulling out the photo albums. Looking over the pages, laughing and crying all with a smile. It's hard to believe how fast the time has passed, even if at times it has seemed to be forever! The time goes by.....

We all want the same things for our children no matter what our race or nationality. Peace, good health, a roof over their head and food on their tables and of course.... some one to love them as much as we do.

I've always views parenting as a privilege. These children were entrusted into my care and safekeeping by my creator. I've taken it seriously and also remaining aware that some day they will leave to make their own way in the world. I've tried to teach them everything that is possible in just 18 short years to enable them to leave home prepared for whatever they encounter.

How have I done? Well only time will tell and that part of the journey isn't it? As sad as I am that they are moving on with their lives I am happy too. It's a mysterious and wonderful thing to be a parent. Oh, by the way these are my daughters, Hannah & Abigail.

Living in the Now

2009-03-19T21:47:00.003-05:00

I'm finding that time moves much quicker than it used to -- or so it seems. When I was in elementary school the summers were endless, the wait for Christmas was forever, and Sunday worship hour took forever! Now summer seems to pass much too quickly. I barely have time to get the flowers planted till the frost claims their lives. Christmas -- it comes much too quickly and never last long enough. As for Sunday worship it too doesn't last long enough.

Time hasn't changed, so I guess I have to face reality that I have changed, my life has changed. I've intentionally been trying to take time to get away and once again reconnect with the wonder and mystery of life. To regain a sense of "childlike" wonder. The ability to lay on the fresh cut lawn, gazing up into the blue Iowa sky and watch the clouds -- wondering who else is also watching these same clouds and where? Feeling the breeze blow through my hair and trying to catch it with my hands only to discover it's allusive character.

When was the last time you allowed yourself to stop long enough to actually feel time pass again rather than feel you didn't have enough of it? I don't think we were created to pass through this life at break neck speed. I think life was meant to be savored, enjoyed and leave us feeling each day was well spent.

I'm looking forward to now, because that's what I have with no promise of tomorrow. Now is really good -- how's your now?

2009-02-04T11:46:00.001-06:00

Sisters

2009-02-04T10:59:00.005-06:00

When we are given the chance to do something on the spur of the moment usually we question ourselves: "Should I do this?" This question usually opens the door for the flood of other questions that can either talk us in-to or out-of whatever it is.

I had the opportunity to surprise my sister Jennifer for her birthday last week. It was one of those spur of the moment things, no planning, just "GO". Yes, I did have to make some plans for pastoral coverage, but other than that I just threw some clothes in a bag and took off. Airline fares were low, weather was good and away I went to Tennessee.

One of the many blessings that ministry has taught me is knowing our time on earth is very short. We truly can be here one minute and gone the next. Going to see my sister was not only to surprise her for her birthday, but also to connect with someone whom I usually only see once a year.

Once a year, that's not enough anymore. What really matters when it's all said and done? I believe what matters is our relationships with each other. Yes, our work can make a difference in the lives of others. But really, how many of us develop a new drug? Or solve a world crisis? Most of us just go about our daily living, washing dishes, taking out the trash, feeding the dog, making the beds, paying the bills, repairing something, driving endless hours in the car, and the list goes on.

My point is this: Our relationships are what give us joy, comfort us in times of sorrow, provide the more interesting and meaningful times in our lives. Why not spend our energy in developing and nurturing them instead of watching the latest soap or football game. After all...

I have only one sister and time goes by so fast. Oh, the picture is Jennifer and I as we began our journey together. No we weren't grumpy children, it was very sunny and hot.

2009-01-15T16:32:00.001-06:00

Snow Bound With God

2009-01-15T16:00:00.003-06:00

When the temperature is -18 and the wind chill is -45 it would seem crazy to take a walk. But that's exactly what I did. Call me crazy, but it was wonderful! While spending two days on my quarterly discerning retreat with Pastor Janet at our Conference Center in Newton Iowa the snow just couldn't be ignored.

There was a peace about the freshly fallen snow and in that silence God's presence was everywhere. I could feel the Creators hand upon the land, the animals, and upon me. I was dressed for the cold, as you know "there is no bad weather -- just poor clothing". Of course, one doesn't stay outside for extended periods of time either. But a walk in the snow with our Creator was just what my soul needed.

I was reminded of the fragile thread of our existence within the context of creation. How easily it is to overlook the world around us when we are rushing about meeting schedules and trying to meet everyone's expectations. Intentional stopping to take in what we rush past, overlook or just think of as bothersome can prove to be the very things that supercharge us to continue our journey.

Snow -- absolutely beautiful to behold! Snow demands our attention to details. If one is not prepared then one might lose one's life in it's grasp. So goes the same with our Spiritual life. If we don't prepare and pay attention to the details (prayer, study, and relationships) then we might lose our life rather than gain it.

Take a moment, right now -- look out your window and take in the wonder of creation. Then spend some time, intentional time with your Creator. Feel the presence of the one who knows your name and called you into existence. Enjoy your journey.

2009-01-03T14:38:00.003-06:00

The year turned over as easily as an egg in a non-stick skillet. Most folk didn't notice any change or differences so to speak. However, for those who huddled around the manger seeking some peace in their hectic, cluttered, over scheduled lives it was the first day of many filled with the possibility that this year was going to be different.

Hey, if you haven't caught on yet....all years are different. No two are exactly alike no matter how routine or predictable they might seem. It's not really about a new year anyway. It's about you, and whether you decide to make this year different by intentionally deciding to take action on all those promises and resolutions you make that never seem to happen.

God has graciously given us through the cycle of the sun and moon every 24 hours a new opportunity to make a difference in our own lives and in the lives of others. You can sit around a wait for something to happen to you then whine and complain about the results. Or you can begin this year by taking the steps to become pro-active rather than passive or inactive.

Life was meant to be lived, not just passed through. Living comes from engaging the joys, sorrows, challenges and possibilities head on with vigor! Yea, sometimes it just plain hard to do, like wading through the creek when the bottoms all muddy and the waters unclear. Then other times the waters crystal clear and you can see the bottom. That's the beauty of it -- it always changes, never exactly the same.

So hows your year so far? What new possibilities are waiting for you? Stop -- Listen -- Hear the voice of God calling your name. Be open to where the Spirit leads you and remember you can sit at the manger anytime, anyplace, day or night, not just once a year. Emmanuel is with us -- always.