Monday, July 24, 2017

Patiently Creating Art


For a long time now—to this very day—you have not deserted your fellow Israelites but have carried out the mission the Lord your God gave you.
Joshua 22:3 (NIV)

Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that he has promised.
Hebrews 10:36 (NLT)

Sometimes, things take a long time to happen. And when it's taking a long time, you might wonder if it's going to happen at all. Things like getting a child to sleep in their own bed at night, or be reliably potty trained, or be able to tie the laces on sneakers. I confess that there have been many such things that I just gave up on. I stopped hoping, stopped trying, stopped engaging. This milestone just won't be met. Why extend the effort if change isn't going to happen?

Sometimes, things just take a long time to happen. Like the passage of millions of moments in a pit, in slavery, in jail, in anguish and despair. Like the transition of a boy to a man, through sheep rearing and lion slaying and bear dominating. Like the pathway to being second in command in one of the most influential nations in the then world. Like the evolution of a king. Sometimes things just take a long time.

When we sit in this moment of time, we are submerged within the minutes on the clock, and it's difficult to have the perspective of a wide angle lens. You know those lenses, right? The ones that zoom out really far into a panorama, that bring consecutive, distant segments into clear focus? What if we could see our moments that way, as part of a continuous stream of breathtaking beauty? Sliced and diced into tiny segments of time, it's hard to see the beauty, the masterpiece unfolding.

My family and I had the extreme privilege of participating in a tour of Italy earlier this month. Everywhere we went, we saw these really old buildings. In Florence, we heard about the construction of the Cathedral of Santa Maria. The building is breathtaking, but what was even more remarkable, was the almost 600 year period of construction, the starts and stops, deaths and politics, all working together to create the structure we could see in 2017. This meant that many, many people worked on this building, each doing their part until they stopped, and someone else took over. And, last week, I got to stand beside this structure and take a picture, and bask in a monument to things taking a long time.

Perhaps to help us prepare to appreciate these incredible works of art and architecture, the tour guides ushered us through teaming crowds and many checkpoints, telling us "today's word is patience." That word echoes all over my heart and mind. The Holy Spirit whispers, "Patience. Some things take time." He whispers, "Faith."

Today, see with the eyes of faith, the work of art that you get to participate in, as artisan, as custodian, as tour guide and scent, and enthusiast and advocate. May you remain and be overwhelmed by the breathtaking artistry of the Eternal One, as He reveals His work of art in your special person. And be prepared. As you see what He's doing, and how intentional He's being with His masterpiece, be prepared for your breath to be taken away. His work does that to you.

Dear Lord, we stand in awe of your masterpiece, represented in our loved ones. Fill our hearts with patience and anticipation as we wait, and watch you work.
Amen.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Who Moved? ~ #SacredSunday

 When we feel hungry for God's voice or lonely for His presence, we need to remember that it's not the Lord who has moved. Take some time today to draw closer to Him and soak in His presence.

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Saturday, July 22, 2017

Second Look Saturday

My family and I just returned home from a 3 week trip to visit our family and friends in Minnesota and Wisconsin. We drove; having decided it would be fun to take it slow, and not rush through airports, TSA and all that "good stuff."

It took us three days of driving to reach my mom's house in Minnesota. Each day we drove between 8-10 hours. When we left Wisconsin a couple weeks later, we followed a similar path home.

Do you know what I enjoyed the most about our trip?  
Going slow, and taking it all in.  
I started to remember that this world isn't quite as big and chaotic as social media, the internet and television makes it seem. I was able to learn about the places we were driving through (rather than flying over). I saw antelope, wild horses, free range cattle, and bald eagles. We counted the trains that we saw as they clacked alongside the buttes in Wyoming and I read up on the history of some mining towns we passed through.

You can't do that when you fly. When you are LITERALLY FLYING over all the beauty down below. The world is racing by you, and you have no time to stop and enjoy it.

This thought made me reflect on my friend Barb's post from March of this year. Rooted. You see, we kept our feet on the ground and took our time to savor the world God created for us~in return, I was ultimately blessed with the ability to relax and feel Him surround us and care for us.  

As Barb said:  When life gets crazy it can be far too easy for our eyes, minds, and emotions to get fixated on our circumstances. But God taught me years ago that if I am looking for security in this world, I will always be disappointed.

I love to be rooted in God's love for us and our ultimate victory. I HAVE to be rooted in that promise because this world tends to distract us and pull us away from that security.  

Take a moment to read about being Rooted, and then see how you can answer these questions:

  • When have you tried to control things with your child or your family and have felt your security slipping away?
  • Have you ever "let go" and just let God do His thing? How did it turn out?
  • When have you been in such a difficult circumstance that you have had no choice to but to quit trying to control it? How did it go when you "let go" and just trusted God?

Pray:  Father God, it is such a blessing to slow down and remember your promises to us and your love for us. Help me to DO THAT! This world, this culture in which we live, is in such a hurry and there is always something to pull me away from you. I want to stay ROOTED. Amen.

~Tammie Hefty

Friday, July 21, 2017

Tippy Wheelchairs

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And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him… 
Romans 8:28 NIV

Have you ever tipped your child over in his wheelchair? I haven’t just tipped my Liam over once. I have done it several times. You'd think that I would have learned the first time that his chair is tippy, but I guess I am a slow learner. To be very specific, I let Liam tip forward twice and sideways once. He wasn’t hurt in any of the falls, but they have made me realize how tippy his chair is and also how quickly a chair can gain momentum even on a very slight grade. Liam doesn’t self-propel or fasten the brakes on his own, so all wheelchair responsibility falls to the person who is pushing him. His tippy chair makes me extremely nervous and hesitant to let others push it. I think about all of the injuries that he could have had in his previous falls and how easy it was for the accidents to happen. I feel so stressful about Liam’s tippy chair that I try not to send him outside in it. He has a stroller that I prefer he uses for outside. 

This week we are on vacation with my husband’s family. A few nights ago, we had Liam in his wheelchair for dinner at the hotel restaurant. After dinner, everyone decided to take a walk to a little playground. The playground was down the road and then up on a big, grassy hill.  (Wheelchairs and big, grassy hills aren’t very good combos.) My husband was pushing Liam up the hillside, sort of tipping him back to get over the grass and I was a nervous wreck. My heart was racing. I was sweating. I was running after them trying to coach my husband on how to be safe (which you can imagine is not good for my marriage). I’m sure the whole family thought I was acting crazy. When Liam started to cry and gave me a reason to leave early it was a blessing. Of course, I was a complete wreck as my husband wheeled him back down the hill. Once we got inside the hotel, though, I sighed with utter relief. My boy was right side up and uninjured!

My concern about tippy wheelchairs has some legitimate basis, but I am not sure that the level of anxiety that I have over this is worthwhile. I have a fear that other people underestimate how tippy wheelchairs can be (because I did) and because of this will put Liam in danger. From a cognitive perspective, I know that I should warn the trusted people in our life that the chair can be tippy and then let them care for Liam. This feels impossible for me to do though. I end up watching them and wincing and getting short of breath with stress as they maneuver his chair. These are people who love Liam and care for Liam, yet I struggle to let go of control. Often I insist on pushing him myself.

When I think about chasing my husband and son around the park as I huff and puff with anxiety and yell out helpful hints about wheelchair maneuvering, I know it is ridiculous. The interesting thing is that it is a picture of how I can be with God. He is in control of my life and has promised that his plans are for my eternal good. Yet I chase after him grasping at the handles and trying to control things. My heart pounds with anxiety as I huff and puff and yell out my own ideas and desires. I know God’s love, but I struggle to let go of control of my life (or my children’s). In the case of the wheelchair, its tippy nature is a legitimate reason for me to worry and lack trust. The wheelchair has proven that it can cause harm and be dangerous. God’s perfect, good, and constant nature has given me no reason to worry or lack trust. He has always provided. His plans are always for my eternal good and he does not let his children come to harm. He provided for my deepest need when he sent his Son as my savior. Even when the hills are steep and the grass makes them hard to maneuver, God is with me. I can always trust him to keep me from danger.

Dear Heavenly Father,
When I feel anxious and overwhelmed please reassure me and give me your peace. When I want to control my own life or the lives of those I love, please help me to trust in you. Please remind me of your presence and your good plans for my eternal life. Amen.

Wendy Heyn

Thursday, July 20, 2017

A Pastor's Prayer

Then I heard the Lord asking, ‘Whom should I send as a messenger to this people? Who will go for us?’ I said, ‘Here I am. Send me.’” 
Isaiah 6:8 NLT

Five years ago, I was introduced into the world of disability ministry through Joni and Friends. Although I had been in full-time vocational ministry since 1997, I admit that I was nervous, confused, and even wondered if God might have made a mistake. Since then, I have been privileged to gain so many friends across the country who are affected by disability and who serve people affected by disability. Having just returned home from Family Retreat, the prayer below is what God has shown me and continues to show me over the years. May my prayer provide blessing and encouragement to you.

Dear Lord,

Help me to see the world through Your eyes.

Help me to live with compassion and grace, treating others as You treat me.

Teach me Your Word and provide insight to Your truth.

May I see all people as created in Your image without exception.

Lord, help me to make space for peoples’ abilities, rather than build obstacles for their disabilities.

I confess that I get busy, tired, exhausted and impatient…and then treat people poorly.

May I surrender to Your strength and rest in Your presence every day.

Lord, my head understands that we all are affected by disability due to sin, but I confess that my heart does not always respond accordingly.

Teach me how to love people Your way, to include people Your way and to serve people Your way.

Keep my heart tender and open – available to love, learn, and lead as Jesus did.

Thank You, Lord, for introducing me to disability ministry…my life will never be the same.

Amen!

Lord God, I am so blessed to serve and befriend people affected by disability. Thank You for calling me into this area of ministry. My life has truly never been the same and I am transformed daily. I pray that You would continue to draw more pastors into the world of disability, not merely as spectators, but as active participants creating space for people affected to fully belong. Strengthen, encourage, and equip each one of us as we continue to simply say “here I am, send me.” Amen!
~ Mike

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Summer Camp for Families and Kids with Special Needs

For I am about to do something new… 
I will make a pathway through the wilderness.
I will create rivers in the dry wasteland. 
Isaiah 43:16,19 NLT 

I was 8 years old when my mom and dad let me go to Summer Church Camp. I still vividly remember falling to my knees with my camp counselor and asking Jesus to come in and fill my heart. Summer Church Camp continued to make an immense impact in my journey as a Christ follower.

Our other children also enjoyed camp, youth retreats, and mission trips -- all except our last child, Bethany. Bethany just turned 17 and has Down Syndrome. What was an adventure and growing opportunity for our other children, didn’t work for with Bethany's special needs and maturity level.

But God doesn't make our lives out of a spiritual cookie cutter! He is a God of new beginnings, new ways, new paths, new solutions -- if I will just let go of the past and look for how He is guiding. He makes a way when there seems to be no way.

Oftentimes, parenting a child with special needs can feel isolating, lonely, and similar to a “wilderness” or "desert place". While everyone seems to be enjoying “normal” summer vacations and camps, we search/pray/wish for something that will work for our children. Something where they can flourish, be confident and comfortable, and be accepted just as God created them.

How does a parent of a child with special needs provide a glorious summer time experience that is common to most typical kids?  
I’ve looked into Camps for kids with special needs, and while they look amazing, Bethany hasn’t really been around lots of kids with special needs and has never spent more than 2 nights at a time away from us. I’ve contemplated sending her to a typical Christian camp but realized she would either need someone to help keep her up to speed or I would need to go and be her counselor.

This year, a wonderful opportunity presented itself in the “medium” Bethany is most accustomed to: A Christian Family Inter-generational Camp.

We just got back from a Christian Family Camp and I have to encourage you to check out this option if you’re nervous or if they're nervous to go to camp alone. (Just google it and you'll be amazed how many places are offering a camp experience for the whole family!)

The absolute beauty was this: Bethany got to experience camp but in the context of her comfort zone -- Family.
3 Reasons Christian Family Camp Worked For Us 


  1. Family Support  - While developing community and common experiences with other families, Bethany was surrounded by 4 nieces, a nephew, a sister, a brother-in-love, and her parents! This camp was open to any conglomeration of family; blended family, grandparents, single parents, cousins and any combination. Family was the starting point, the launch pad, and the end place of camp. (But the flip side was our family wasn't in charge of orchestrating the fun, the food, or the fellowship times!) The games, devotions, crafts, swimming, archery, horse back riding, and obstacle course were the commonality that was shared by the whole community.                             
  2. Structured/Unstructured - The days and evenings were structured with plenty of personal space intermixed and all activities were optional and scheduled by the individual family. Bethany, Cadence and I took a 2 hour nap Saturday afternoon (which met our needs), while Sarah, Finley, Jeff, and Cohen did the obstacle course and archery. We all met up later to swim before dinner. The camp directors provided an hour of activities for all the kids while there was a time of encouragement and respite for the parents/grandparents.                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
  3. Warm and Accepting Community - We didn’t have to worry about behavior or oddity or not fitting in. Everyone was friendly -- each family was different. There were crying children, clingy children, whiny children, uncooperative children. Everyone just took it in stride. I reveled in the relaxing, accepting attitude. There were no dirty looks or snide comments, just warm community.
sign at our camp!
I know that Family Camp isn't for everyone. Some parents enjoy the respite and the break it provides when their child is at camp, knowing their child is well cared for and having fun! 

Other parents feel camp is a rite of passage and another step into independence.  

While this is true, the point is that God can and will make a way for each of our children. One that fits their needs and ours.  

I'm thankful our daughter, Sarah, found this family camp and invited us to join in with their family. It was the perfect answer for our family and Bethany this summer.  

Be encouraged, even if you can't do the exact same experiences for your children with special needs, God will make a way -- create a path in the wilderness for you and your child. I'm learning to keep my eyes and heart open to new things He might want to do in our lives, while letting go of what worked in the past.  

Prayer: Wonderful Way-Maker, You are a God of making a way when there seems to be no way. You delight in bringing water to the desert places of our lives. I pray that we would seek you to open up ways for our children to experience You and enjoy life. Thank you for Your care and creativity in our lives. In Jesus Name Amen. 

Cindy Barclay

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

beyond the front door


“Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, The fruit of the womb is a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, so are the children of one’s youth. How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.”
Psalm 127:3-5 (NASB) 

The choice is hard, sometimes very hard.
   
Satan wants to weigh in on the choice.

Culture wants to weigh in on the choice.

The flesh wants to weigh in on the choice.

All three want to mess up the choice, they want their say, and drown out God’s voice.

All three throw up barriers – no place to change her, lack of accommodations, lack of accessibility, lack of compassion, lack of assistance, lack of understanding, just plain old fear.

Do I take my special needs child out in public? Or do I keep girlie at home?

The older she gets, the harder the decision becomes. Depends on the day, depends on the circumstances, depends on her mood, and depends on the emotional state of mom.

But, do I let my enemies have a say in the matter? 

No, I really shouldn’t. 

Just NO

Psalm 127 says she is a gift from God, of whom I should not be ashamed. Scripture does not say if she is physically perfect, if she can walk, if she can talk, if she can communicate, if she has good behavior. Psalm 139 tells me my daughter is “fearfully and wonderfully made” by God.

Scripture says she is a gift, that is all, plain and simple.

She is valuable to God, she is valuable to her family, and she has value and importance as a member of society – she is different but differences are important to be SEEN not HIDDEN.

Do I hide the gift that God has given my family?

 NO

She deserves the chance to interact with others, to people watch (one of her favorite things), to talk and sing in her special voice to others, and to enjoy riding in the car (another favorite) with her family in the seat between her brothers who love her and hold her hands.

Oh, but I need the courage to go out with girlie some days.

The fear sets in – wonder who that is from? You guessed it, an enemy.

The heart flutters set in – wonder who that is from? You guessed it, an enemy. 

God made my personality as someone who does not like to be in the public eye. I don’t like people looking at me, wondering about my family, wondering about my child. I would much rather be under the bench, behind the tree, behind the curtain.

God is doing a work in my heart in this area - because GIRLIE SHOULD NOT BE HIDDEN.

Oh my. Just keep breathing. Keep being brave.

Please pray with me:

God, I need your courage, and I need your bravery, and I need You so that I can keep taking my child in public and not run from the hard places. I so want to run, Lord. Please help me remember that you have not given me a spirit of fear, and that I should never be ashamed of my beautiful and amazing daughter.  Also, Lord, please help me give grace to those around me in public who may not at all understand this journey. 

Amen.