Caregiver Chronicles: Leaving the Help Behind and Stumbling Your Way Through

Sam has balance issues that result in falling issues. His "regular" walker helped, but he had to pick it up with every step. He's not as strong as he used to be, so it wouldn't take long before he was worn out. He couldn't go far.

The rolling walker that hospice brought changed everything. It wasn't as tiring  because he didn't have to lift it, but he could lean against it to steady himself when he felt weak. He stopped falling. He started walking a little more.

The new device was a great help. The problem was that Sam couldn't always remember the walker.

One day, I came home to find Sam's car gone and the walker still standing in the driveway. He'd rolled out to the car, climbed in, and left the walker behind. 

I headed to my house to find him. As expected, he had just finished feeding the horses. He staggered a bit and I reached to steady him.

"Where's your walker, Sam?"

He stared at me like with a blank expression. "Walker?"

"You know. The one with wheels on it. It looks like you need it."

Sam leaned back against my car and looked around him. "Walker. Hmm. I don't know."

"You left it in the driveway when you got in your car."

"Well. No wonder I'm staggering around, then."

The walker was a wonderful help, but only when Sam remembered to take advantage of the stability it offered.

I do that sometimes. Maybe you do, too. In the midst of a busy day, a difficult situation, an agonizing decision, it's easy to depend on our own strength. When we do, we end up as wobbly, spiritually speaking, as Sam.

It's all too easy to forget that we don't have to depend on ourselves. Our God never leaves us nor forsakes us. (Deut. 31:6) He is a very present help in time of trouble. (Psalm 46:1) He stands ready to offer wisdom, if we will only ask to receive it. (James 1:5)

When I took Sam somewhere that required a lot of walking, he was quick to remember the walker. Around the house, a few steps at a time, he was more likely to forget it.

In the biggest trials of life, it's easier to depend on God. When we know we can't handle it, we want the One who can.

In the everyday routine, though, it's easy to think, "I've got this..." We don't, not really. 

What if we asked for God's guidance, His strength, His power in every decision, every situation? What if we relied on God's stability instead of our own?

Today, let's stop in our busyness long enough to ask God to direct us, help us, lead us in whatever we face.   Let's rely on His wisdom and not our own and depend on the stability only He can give.

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble." Psalm 46:1 kjv

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When the Light Is Out But You're Too Stressed to Notice

When all my family was here last weekend, Ryan decided we should introduce Hannah to First Monday. We loaded into two cars and headed out. I was in the lead car with Ryan and Hannah. My niece, Katie, sister (Cookie), and kids were in the car behind us. 

We hadn't driven far before my sister texted me to let me know my tail lights were out. No brake lights. Nothing. They had already diagnosed my problem. Either a fuse or a short.

My lights had gone out, and I was completely clueless.

It took me a few days to get to my mechanic's shop when it was open. I dreaded the visit. I had visions of expensive repairs to correct the problem.

As it turns out, the cause of my lightlessness was not a fuse or a short. Both light bulbs had burned out. It only cost $15 to repair. 

This morning, I pondered the lights-out situation and wondered how long the problem existed before I knew about it. No one flagged me down to tell me. No one mentioned it after I got out of my car. I never thought to check them.

When you don't see your own light, how do you know it's gone?

We're supposed to be the light of the world, but what if we don't know our light's out (or dimmed)? If people can't "see" our light, all our words are pointless. 

Yesterday was one of those rare days when I was at the end of my rope. The expectations for what I "should" do far exceeded the reality of what I could do. I did what I was "supposed" to do, which meant I couldn't do what I thought God had called me to do. 

I was already stretched too thin...I spent the day fighting back tears and struggling with exhaustion. I wanted to lash out at the people who weren't exhausted and overwhelmed. I hate to admit it, but I resented their cheerfulness. 

Those not-much-like-Jesus feelings were a good indicator that my soul-light was dimmed nearly out.

I should've stayed home. 

My light wasn't extinguished completely, but it was so dim as to be impossible to see. Exhaustion will do that. Especially emotional exhaustion.

Today, I'm making a different decision. I've already had my quiet time, studied my Bible, gone through my prayer list. 

For the rest of my day, I'm doing what I know I must, those things that only I can do, and I'm doing them in order of priority. I'm taking Sam to the grocery store, helping him settle down for the day, finishing novel edits. I may or may not try to cut my grass. I may, or may not, pull weeds. 

Today, first things will be first.

The most important thing has already happened. I've given my lights-nearly-out-in-my-soul problem to the Light Giver, God Himself. I've asked Him to bring the kind of refreshment that rekindles the flame and helps it burn brighter. I've surrendered the good and embraced the best.

I don't quite know what to do about all the challenges I face, but I know Who does. I know He'll give me wisdom when I need it.

I'm surely not the only one who pushes until near collapse, who faces problems too big for them...If you're in that fragile place of dim-lighted illumination, take heart. Our God is light, and He longs to give His light to us, His light-bearers...Why not take your failing light to Him and allow Him to rekindle the flame and restore the glow?

"In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it." John 1:4,5 nasb
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When God Mandates Rest and We Refuse to Comply

I'm not sure when I first stumbled upon the idea of zany holidays, but I embraced them with great enthusiasm. When Ryan was growing up, we celebrated everything from the color blue to Pi to National Hot Dog Day, and many things in between.

This morning, I looked at the Holiday Insights website for new ideas. Today is both Chocolate Day and National Strawberry Sundae Day, both holidays worth celebrating. I just missed National Fried Chicken Day and International Kissing Day (both yesterday). Tomorrow is National Blueberry Day. (Hence the photo of the blueberry pound cake above) 

I love the idea of celebrating, but I'm not sure I'll take the time to commemorate these particular days.

Celebration, however, is a Biblical principle, and one I've not been as good about following in recent years. Scripture describes eight festivals a year for the nation of Israel to follow. Most of them are several days (or a week) in length. No work. Feasting. Celebrating. Joy. Community. Fun. All mandated by God. 

Selah.

Pause to consider that bit of truth for a moment. 

In the law, God specifically instructed His people to take more than a month's worth of festival days filled with feasting, celebration, and community. Every one of those days is a day of rest, in addition to the weekly Sabbath day. 

As I counted feast days, I attempted to do a quick "rest day" count... 52 Sabbaths a year, three of those (at least) falling on festival days. Thirty three festival days. That's more than 80 days of rest, no matter how you figure it. 22% of the year. One in five days. At least..

That's a lot of fun, and a lot of rest.

I don't always see God as a party-God, but maybe I should.

In recent years, I've celebrated less and worked more. After two hard days of editing, I'm in the home stretch. Yesterday, I worked from 5 am until 10:30pm with very few breaks in between. I'm 75% through the edits (mostly changing a few sections written in first person back to third person). When I finally finish the edits and proposal and hit send, I'll want to celebrate. And I should. 

Here's a true confession: I probably won't. 

Today, I'm reconsidering the importance of both rest and celebration. If God says to do it, why don't we? 

I'm not sure why, and I'm not sure our reasons matter. What's important is not defending our disobedience, but learning to obey. 

Every festival God ordained had a point. It wasn't merely rest; the people of Israel were to celebrate the provision of God. At the end of harvest, they celebrated the increase God had given. At Passover, they celebrated the provision God had made for sin. At Purim, they celebrated His miraculous deliverance from massacre. 

Every holiday was, in some way, a celebration of the goodness and generosity of God. Even the Sabbath was a celebration of the truth that God could do in six days what was utterly impossible for mere man. 

If 22% of the year is supposed to be for rest and celebrating God, when will we start? 

Why not begin today?

Let's be intentional about spending time celebrating the goodness of God today, as if we had a mini-holiday to commemorate. Because we do. 22% of a 24 hour day is 5.3 hours...Friends, we have plenty of time to celebrate God today, so let's get started.

For what goodness and generosity of God are you thanking Him today? What are you celebrating?

"Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy..." Exodus 20:8 nasb

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When Doing Means Finishing What You Started

I intended to take the entire week to do what God has been wearing me out about not doing. Instead, I have two days, but this time, I'm taking next week and the next if needed.

When God says do something, you have to do it. Especially if it takes you a while to get to the doing.

Back in 2014, I took a break from medicine for a few months to finish a couple of writing projects. I never went back. 

I finished The Waiting: When the Answer to Your Prayers is Delayed and Your Hope is Gone. I wasn't happy with the back cover, so I never actively marketed the book. You can't judge a book by it's cover, and it's nowhere truer than with that book. I'm delighted with the front cover and the inside. If you haven't read it, I recommend it. (You can follow the link to my online store)

Before I finished the first project, I had started a second. My first novel. God gave me the story. He gave me the help I needed to hone my fiction skills. He molded the story into a better form, then molded it again, over and over. 

Within a year, the book had placed in the top three in a national fiction-writing competition. I was on my way. Or so I thought.

I hired a well-known editor to help me polish the story and learn what I needed to know. It has taken me nearly two years to get it done. Truthfully, I abandoned the process when I went to Global last summer. There wasn't time for everything, and I struggled to get the new ministry up and going. I couldn't do it all. 

I could have continued to work at it on the weekends, but I didn't. Not really.

I'm on the final edit now and it's hard. I want it to be right. I want readers to stay up at night to finish the book. I want them to save their copy and pick it up again over the years because they love the characters. I want it to be the "go to" fiction when a reader wants to read something they love.

Yeah. Big dreams.

Dreams never become reality, however, unless you do the work required. Not long ago, I wrote about the Shouting Scripture. In the last few weeks, James 1:22 has worn me out. "Doer = Author," it screams. 

I get it. 

I posted the verse on my office whiteboard. I recounted it every day. I scheduled time to write. 

I'm finally doing it. 

Yesterday, I announced to Sam that I was taking an office day at my computer. "I guess that means leave you alone, right?" When Sam is bored or worried or afraid or has scary symptoms, he comes to me, and I want him to do that. 

On writing day, however, it usually means repeated interruptions. When I'm in the middle of a sentence or a thought, that interruption may mean the sentence or the thought is gone forever.

"Leave you alone..." Put that way, I wasn't sure what to say. Finally, I said what I meant. "It really does, Sam. If you definitely need me, call. If not, I'm writing until at least 4 pm. It's the same as if I'm at the office. I'm out of reach unless you need me." 

Sam sighed and complied. He only interrupted my writing once when he was worried and afraid about his symptoms. I talked him through and he went back home to eat and rest.

I made it to the half-way point yesterday. I'm taking another day to write today. This time, I'm being obedient all the way to the end.

Last week, I gathered supplies and packed care bags for homeless people. Being a doer, this week, means sitting at the computer and pressing on as I complete the edits, make corrections, and fine-tune the work God's given me. 

Doing, for you, may mean something entirely different. Regardless, we must be about our Father's business, so stop delaying and get going on whatever God has impressed you to do.

Be more than a hearer on a pew. Be a doer who takes what's heard and puts it into action.

"Be doers of the word, and not hearers only..." James 1:22  

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Buying Rancid When Fresh is Only a Step Away

Ryan, Hannah, and I were on the way back to the farm from a shopping expedition. I had stocked my 'fridge with healthy foods that included turkey sausage and fresh fruit, but Ryan wanted ribs. We stopped by a grocery I hadn't visited in years and found a surprising array of foods.

Not far from the red pepper hummus was a plastic bin with a hand-lettered sign offering "rancid fatback" for sale. In case you're wondering, "rancid" fatback is old, stale fatback that both smells bad and tastes bad. 

The three of us stared at that bin in astonishment. "Why would anyone buy this, Miss Leanna?" Hannah asked. 

"I have no idea," I told her. 

Ryan looked across the aisle at the meat coolers. "If you step across the aisle, you can get not-rancid fatback, so... why buy rancid?" 

No one had an answer, but the question has stayed with me for the last two days. 

Why buy rancid?

If you've read this blog for a while, you know I had to dig a bit... The Hebrew word for "rancid" is ba'ash, and is used 31 times in Scripture. One of the first verses I found was from Ecclesiastes:

"One dead fly makes the perfumer's ointment give off a rancid stench, so a little folly can outweigh much wisdom." Ecclesiastes 10:1 net

It's a sad truth that all the wisdom in the world can be undone and rendered doubtful by even a "little" sin. That's why it's so important to choose righteousness and repent quickly.

The writer of Proverbs stated the situation in clear terms:

"The righteous hate what is false, but the wicked make themselves a stench and bring shame on themselves." Probers 13:5 niv

Here's the Leanna paraphrase:

When we indulge ourselves in a life of sin, we smell like rancid fatback to God, so make a better choice. A cleansed heart is only one step, one bent knee of repentance away. 

Rancid fatback. It's not a smell I enjoy. It's not something I want to use for cooking, and it's sure not a smell I want to embrace.  

We have a choice - choose Christ's righteousness and a sweet smelling savor or choose the evil one's sin and a rancid fatback stench. Phew. 

I choose Christ. How about you?

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How Annabelle Became Andy and the Importance of Truth

When my niece, Katie, arrived at dusk with my new pig in a crate, we hauled the crate to the stall and opened the door. New Pig was a little hesitant about the strange surroundings and refused to come out without encouragement. We cajoled and made promises of nice piggy-treats to come. No movement. Finally, we tilted the crate over and forced her out. 

"She's gonna be so happy here," Katie assured me.

"I love this spotted pig already," I announced. "I'm naming her Annabelle." We all agreed it was a great name. We checked the newly-made automatic waterer and feeder and headed back to the house. 

Katie has dealt with farm animals all her life. I assumed she'd checked the gender, so I didn't. She hadn't. 

Annabelle had been here for nearly forty-eight hours when an observant friend said words I didn't want to hear. "I hate to tell you this, but Annabelle's not female."

I looked at Katie. "I thought you said this pig was a girl."

She shrugged. "You're a doctor. Can't you tell?"

I hadn't even bothered  to look. I had assumed that what Katie said about the pig was true.

There are many directions I could go with this, but I'm skipping the obvious and considering the importance of checking facts for ourselves. I believed what was said about the pig. I never once considered verifying what I'd heard.  

For two days, I responded on the basis of the faulty information I believed. It didn't make any difference to the pig, of course. When we embrace faulty information about our fellow humans, however, it can make a bigger difference than we intend.

Rumors can spread like wildfire, taking a few twists along the way. By the time the rumor reaches our ears, what we hear can be so far from truth as to be laughable. 

When we respond on the basis of rumors and innuendo, we risk marking someone with the paintbrush of lies, some of which are worse than indelible ink. The stain they leave behind lasts for years.

What's even worse is to believe false rumors about God. "God wants us to be happy." "He wants us to prosper." "Name it and claim it and it will be yours." "God loves you too much to allow you to be unhappy." Those words all sound good, but they aren't true. We need look no further than the life of Jesus to be sure.

God wants us to be content, holy, righteous. He won't waste suffering, but will use it to make us more like Him. These truths, straight from Scripture, paint a vastly different picture of God and the disciple-life than does the prosperity gospel.

We serve a God who loves us and helps us through the mess sin has made of the world. That's our truth.

Annabelle isn't female. That changes his future, and mine, in ways we'll discuss later. 

Truth will do that. It sets us free, but only if we know it and we let it.

"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32 niv 

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When It's Time to Leave the Snake-life Behind

I know. It's a harmless snake. 

A black racer eats mice and other little creatures that are, generally speaking, a nuisance. A big ole snake like this is a helpful creature on the farm and, usually, I have enough sense to be grateful for their presence. 

With that said, I stepped out my back door yesterday to see my biting cat peering down at the snake, who had been sunning himself. Biting Cat had leaned over far enough that he was in danger of toppling off the steps. His neck was stretched out as if he thought the snake was another opportunity for biting. 

The snake wasn't happy. He was curled up, head raised up like a cobra, hissing and striking at the cat like a rattlesnake. 

I know. He's not a cobra or a rattlesnake. He's harmless. I kinda forgot that in the heat of the moment, though.

In retrospect, hissing and striking at the cat might not have been a bad idea, because Biting Cat is his name for a good reason. 

I spoke firm words of exhortation to the snake. 

He ignored me and kept striking at the cat. I suggested again, in my "you better mind me" voice, that he should go to the barn, where big snakes belong. 

He turned his attention from the cat to me. 

When he struck at me, I grabbed the shovel to defend myself. Lest you think the snake was in any real danger, the shovel was propped against the wall of the house because it was too dull to dig a hole. 

He struck at me one more time, and I swung the shovel at him. That enraged him and he jumped up a step and charged me. 

I screamed and offered a few more words of exhortation. They came straight from Scriptures and I have nothing to apologize about for any of the words I spoke to the snake. In case you wondered. 

I offered a paraphrase of the snake-curse from Genesis 2, and explained that it was no wonder he had lost his legs after all the trouble his ancestor had helped usher in by letting the devil use him. I suggested he should quit following in the ways of the generational curse and choose a better path.

He didn't. 

I don't know if shovel-swinging or dredging up his past made him madder, but he lunged at me with serious intent. 

When his forked tongue shot out like an arrow from a bow, I was sure he meant to bite me, so I did the only sensible thing. I abandoned the steps to the striking snake and went inside.

The Striking Snake finally chose to slither off to a safer place. I hoped he ate a few mice and left my cat alone. He hasn't come back. 

Once my heart stopped try to pound its way out of my chest and my heart rate returned to normal, I realized something important. 

That snake was just acting like a snake.

I don't know if he can change his ways or not, but he didn't. 

We may not believe it,  but we're a lot like that snake. We act like our ancestors, too. Adam and Eve had a great life, but the evil one offered an opportunity to do something wrong, and they didn't hesitate. 

They jumped in to trouble as fast as they could. 

We are't a bit better. Temptation comes our way and what do we do? Embrace it. What happens? The same thing that happened in the garden of Eden. We get consequences, and we don't like them.

Striking Snakes are destined to act like snakes, but Jesus came to give us a different destiny. We have a choice: continue in our temptation-yielding ways or embrace the path of Christ. With the help of the Holy Spirit, we can overcome all the temptations that come our way. 

We don't have to live like our ancestors any more. We can resist. We can be freed and leave the snake-life behind. And we should. 

Today, let's stop acting like a bunch of hissing serpents. Flee temptation. Resist the attack of the enemy. Choose the path of Christ. Do good, not evil. 

Love God. Love your neighbor. 

"I have discovered this principle of life - that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. I love God's law with all my heart. But there is another power within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord." Romas 7:21-25 nlt

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When We Finally Decide to Become a House of Prayer

Prayer ministry is a hard job and there are days when I'd rather go home and let someone else try to pray for the work of missions. I struggle. It's tough work. It requires sacrifice and humility and repentance, none of which are my strong suits. 

I've agonized for months about what it means to have a culture of prayer. What does it look like? How do you accomplish it? I've read the passage in Isaiah 56, from which Jesus quoted when he drove out the money changers, many times. Today, I've seen it in a new way. 

Here's the Leanna paraphrase:

Now about the foreigners who join themselves with the Lord and follow His way: I'm going to bring them to My holy mountain, where My presence dwells, and give them great joy in prayer. My house will be a house of prayer for all the peoples. (from Isaiah 56:6-7) 

"For My house will be a house of prayer for all the peoples." Isaiah 56:7

I read those verses with the temple in mind and asked again, what does it mean to be a house of prayer? How do you get that? As clear as a bell, a verse from 1 Corinthians came to mind. 

"Do you not know the you are a temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwells in you?" 1 Corinthians 3:16 nasb

The house of prayer Jesus intended is me. You. Us.

We are the temple of God. 

What Christ intended is that we, the temple of God, would become a house of prayer. Not a house of busyness. Not a house of acting just like the world. Not a house of pride, selfishness, or commerce. 

We, individually, are to be a temple (or house) of prayer.

How do we become a house of prayer? We do what Jesus did when He cleansed the temple. He removed the moneychangers, the commerce, the focus on the letter of the law instead of the Spirit of the law. We, too, must fervently remove those things in our lives that prevent a focus on prayer.

Removing our sin is not enough to transform us into houses of prayer. 

We must also turn our focus to prayer. Seek God's will in everything. Pray without ceasing. Offer a sacrifice of thanksgiving and praise. Bathe every decision, every action, every act of ministry in prayer. 

God's will must be our first thought, not our last. 

If we need help in starting this culture of prayer within ourselves, the best guide is the Bible. Pray Scripture. Meditate on a verse and pray that God makes it a reality in our lives, in the lives of those we love.

Here's a little tutorial on how to start:

1) Read Psalm 51 aloud and pray each verse. 

2) Focus on verse 10: "Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me." Psalm 51:10 nasb

3) Consider what things (attitudes, desires, priorities) in your heart prevent a clean heart and a steadfast spirit. Repent, and ask God to remove them. 

4) Read the Psalm aloud as a prayer every day for a week and meditate on (spend time thinking about) the words of the Psalmist's prayer. During the day, go back to the Psalm at least three times and pray through the verses.

5) What if you don't want what David wanted? Ask God to give you the desire for a clean heart and a steadfast spirit. 

We can be a house of prayer, if we will... so let's make a start. Take our focus off the things of this world and place it where it belongs - on Christ alone. 

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