Wednesday, October 11, 2017

This Is Us...and this is me

Are you like me on Tuesday nights at 9:59? Are you staring at the television and saying, “WHAT does THAT mean?” Do you go to bed thinking about what This Is Us just revealed?

Watching This Is Us is like building a jigsaw puzzle –  except there is no box with a picture and you only have access to a few pieces at a time.

The show is wonderfully written and acted. It is touching and maddening. You will cry and wonder why you watch it and wait impatiently for next Tuesday.                                                          Basically, it functions a lot like life.

I had the privilege of attending a Wellspring* event last week. It was an intense and enlightening experience that opened doors I did not know existed and offered provocative takeaways. And I thought about This Is Us.

Our lives are a lot like This Is Us. We do not have a picture of the finished product until, well, we are finished here. 
No one gives us all the outside pieces or all the pieces that look like sky or a house or train...or a career or our children or significant relationships.

In my mind, I see the writers of This Is Us standing at a huge chalkboard. There is a configuration that resembles an ancestry chart or a mathematical explanation of how passenger jets can fly. There are notes about what viewers already know and when that was revealed and what else is connected and when will viewers see that and where it all leads.

Every show makes a few connections and inspires more questions. 
Okay, there’s the dog, but how…? Wait, Kevin’s love is Sophie, whom we have never seen? No, we did see her early on, but didn’t make any connection. Why is Rebecca with Miguel?

There is continuity of emotions but not events. Just because this week’s show left on in one place does not mean next week’s show will start with that. There is a pattern, but it is not linear or always visible.

There is one question slowly being answered, but that process has uncovered details we didn’t even know we needed.
Just like life.

One of my takeaways from Wellspring is that we can be guided by emotional thinking or rational thinking.  No surprise there, right? 
Folks who think rationally often believe it is the better way to process information and solve problems because emotional thinkers are swayed by feelings, which cannot be trusted. True that.

Here is the Yabbit…rational thinkers count on their conclusions being driven by beliefs that are true. But that is not always the case.

We use language that is categorically untrue. I know, I know…few people actually believe that the sun “rises and sets” or Jesus was born on December 25th or crossing your eyes will eventually become a permanent condition.
But there are beliefs each of us trust that are false. Those beliefs have caused hatred that we aim at other people, and hatred we aim at ourselves.

There are beliefs we learned because our parents believed them. We will never be anything but poor. No one in our family is smart enough for college. Girls don’t play with trucks and boys don’t play with dolls.

Beliefs might come from a word put on us. You are too fat/too skinny/stupid/always late/too talkative/ too shy.
Beliefs might come out of fear or hurt or tragedy. Or they can come out of the way our parents treated each other, the pattern of their marriage or divorce, the way they treated us.

Even if I never name my beliefs, they affect every relationship I have. I look at someone’s behavior and something embedded in my brain says, “When Mom did that, it meant ___, so it must mean ___ now.”
“Dad said ___ and did ___ and I thought he loved me, but then he left.”

Are these thoughts in the front of my brain? No. Of course not.
Do they affect my behavior? Yes. A lot.

I remember being a kid and learning the fine art of cleaning my room by pushing everything under the bed. Every Saturday when Mom said, “Look how tidy your room is!” I thought she did not know my secret. Then, one day, I needed something that was under the bed and she had the nerve to make me pull all the stuff out and go through the pile by myself!                    
Decades later, I am still fastidious about putting items in their designated place. I learned that hiding things might look good temporarily, but it isn’t a solution.

Well, I learned that about stuff.
Not always about feelings or beliefs.

There is another important way our beliefs cloud our judgment.                                                    
We played football and baseball in a yard that was so big. Until we grew up.                             
Circus peanuts and wax saucers with juice inside were so good. Until we grew up.            
Sleeping outside on a sleeping bag and giggling half the night was fun. Until we grew up.

It would be crazy to go back and look at that yard and decide it must have been bigger years ago. Grab a bag of circus peanuts and a sleeping bag and sleep outside tonight, then tell me tomorrow that it was exactly like you remembered.
Of course, it will not be. You have grown up. Your perspective has changed. Some of your beliefs have changed. And some haven’t.

The Wellspring retreat was a high-level overview of unpacking and examining what lifts my heart and blocks my heart.

No one likes to unpack a suitcase. It is even worse than packing because the anticipation of fun is gone.
But you can’t just not unpack. Even if you are travelling again soon, you don’t want the same stinky clothes.

Unpacking thoughts and beliefs is even less fun. You might cry. You might find beliefs that are tangled with hurts and fears. You might find things that are stinky. You might find the hurts you have in life today are more tied to a fear from decades ago than they are to the person you are holding responsible. You might find triggers you didn’t know existed. 
                                            
UGH. Can’t I just leave it in there and buy a new suitcase?  
Sure. 
You can also live by stories that are not true and find new friends or a new significant other every time you are met with confrontation. 

This is not to suggest a life filled with deep and constant introspection and contemplation. Not at all. 

You see, life realy is a lot like This Is Us. Every day I get different, random pieces. I am not sure where they fit and I do not have the final picture. Some days I laugh, some days I cry.

But if I am willing to unpack the suitcase so I have clean clothes and necessary accessories, the journey can be fulfilling and covered with love for me and the people traveling with me.

When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. (1 Corinthians 13:11-12)


*wellspringgroup.org





Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer, photographer, and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page. Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires come to life!

Wednesday, September 14, 2016


Last week, my friend OJ McDuffie created a "What's Up" challenge to his friends. The goal is to give an enthusiastic greeting to at least 5 strangers or people who are different from me each day.

Today, my friend Ruth Means-Greenert tagged me in the 8 Day Bible Challenge.

I often cringe at Facebook "challenges" then scroll by. But these are excellent reminders to me of what really matters...growing closer to our amazing and loving God and sharing that love with other people.

Certainly many activities are important. But a day that is so consumed with worklaundrycleaninggroceryshoppingetcetc that I don't have quiet time and room for spontanoeous kindness leaves my heart heavy.
We race from home to work then back again to get more done get more done get more done.
We grumble about grocery store lines, completely ignore the cashier, rush past the elderly man who could use a hand getting his groceries in the car or returning his cart.
We draw lines and create barriers based on economic, social, or political differences.
We argue about which candidate will make our lives better and improve our country.

And often we forget that nothing changes until we do...

When the Pharisees heard how he had bested the Sadducees, they gathered their forces for an assault. One of their religion scholars spoke for them, posing a question they hoped would show him up: “Teacher, which command in God’s Law is the most important?”
Jesus said, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your passion and prayer and intelligence.’ This is the most important, the first on any list. But there is a second to set alongside it: ‘Love others as well as you love yourself.’ These two commands are pegs; everything in God’s Law and the Prophets hangs from them.” (Matthew 22: 34-40 The Message)

C'mon people now...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pyk84fO57AQ

Peace,

BP

Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer, photographer, and

motivational speaker. 

You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and 

desires come to life! 

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Some words are better unspoken...



This is my second video blog, and first without spoken words.

It is a bit rough, but considering I am recording on my tablet in one take, I think it is good.

I value your thoughts.

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Friday, May 20, 2016

Cleaning, reorganizing...and my first video blog!


Is spring cleaning still a thing?

My Grandma always did it, and when she was unable her four kids - and their kids - gathered on Mother's Day weekend to clean her whole house. We washed walls and windows and curtains and comforters.

Did your mom or grandma do that? Set aside several days in March or April to wash everything in sight?

Some people find great satisfaction in a task like that. It's nice when  the windows and curtains are clean, and you know there isn't hidden dirt lurking all around.

I rarely devote an entire day, let alone several days, to nothing but cleaning. I do a little bit each day instead. There is a reason for that, but that is a story in itself for another day!

This video discusses cleaning and reorganizing. I hope you enjoy it. There is a Subscribe button so you don't miss future videos.

Thanks for watching and subscribing!

See you again soon...

BP

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRhn_K5Nui0

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Friday, April 8, 2016

EAT A HOT DOG and how easily we misunderstand...

Years ago, a friend and I were in the car, iPod plugged into the stereo system, singing and laughing. The playlist shuffled to a song by Van McCoy. He was predominantly a songwriter and producer, but in 1975 he had a hit that went to #1 and won a Grammy.

We were both singing…

Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do

Then my friend yelled, “EAT A HOT DOG!”
Me: (while laughing and choking) DO THE HUSTLE!
Her: What?
Me: Those are the words – Do the Hustle.
Her: REALLY? I always thought he said, “Eat a hot dog.”

You have been on both sides of that conversation, haven’t you? How many times have you heard someone singing along with Creedence Clearwater Revival…There’s a bathroom on the right.

After Taylor Swift released “Blank Space” she had to release a statement saying she was not singing about Starbucks lovers, but “all my ex-lovers.”

I still sing “Starbucks lovers” – I just like it better.

We laugh about song lyrics, and rightfully so. But a study released in January 2014 indicates the challenge is not only with lyrics.

Conducted through the University of Tuebingen by Claudia Beck, Bernd Kardatzki and Thomas Ethofer, the study determined the influence of alternative lyrics on the listener. The link for the study is at the bottom of this page*, but essentially there were three parts:

1.   Participants heard a bit of a song and rated their familiarity with it
2.   Participants heard the same part of the song but were shown alternative lyrics, then judged if they were familiar with the alternative lyrics
3.   Participants judged how strongly they heard the alternative lyrics as opposed to the true lyrics.

Two statements in the results jumped out at me.

1.   previous knowledge of the alternative lyrics strongly influenced whether or not misperceptions occurred, which is in line with the reports of many of our study participants that induced misperceptions can result in long-lasting effects that occur each time the respective song is heard. 
2.   Interestingly, the occurrence of induced misperceptions was independent of knowledge of the original, but not of the alternative percept, which is in line with observations made in the visual domain for reversible figures demonstrating that we can get stuck in one interpretation until we are informed that there is an alternative interpretation.

Did you hear it? 
Induced misperceptions can result in long-lasting effects that occur every time that song is heard…every time those words are heard…every time that feeling is replicated.

Did you hear it? 
We get stuck in one interpretation.

So it isn’t just about Starbucks lovers, is it?

How many times have you said something and a person who knows and loves you well heard something completely different?

Yeah…lots.

But it isn’t simply the meaning of words. Often, it is what those words touch in us. 

If I grew up feeling nothing I did was good enough, I might hear harsh criticism when none was intended.

If I grew up feeling any sort of rejection from important people, I might be incredibly sensitive to what I view as rejection from others.

The hypothetical scenarios are endless – but the result is the same. Until I know myself well, and understand my emotions, the way I hear your words and the reactions I allow are LARGELY based on MY perceptions and MY expectations.

Same for you.

We get what we expect, what we firmly believe we will get, what we think about most, what we focus on often – whether we want it or not.

That isn’t psychobabble. It is truth. It is Biblical and it is also found in the teachings of every other esteemed master.

If I think about it long enough, if I focus on it hard enough, and believe it, I will get it...whether I want it or not!

If I decide I dislike a person or a situation, and I repeat that dislike to myself, I can be sure evidence will arise frequently. Then I say, “SEE!!!” and the cycle starts again.

Messed up song lyrics are funny. Messed up thinking patterns aren’t.

Read these words again…

We get what we expect, what we firmly believe we will get, what we think about most, what we focus on often – whether we want it or not.

It is my determined purpose to be more aware of what I choose to allow and how that creates my world, and less focused on “what you make me feel.”

Always with a smile on my face. Never in a morose, heavy-handed way.

Joy and well-being are everywhere. I get to decide how much I embrace.

Maybe you will join me.

EAT A HOT DOG!
Do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do

We will talk again soon,
BP

*http://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0084667#abstract0

Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

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Saturday, February 27, 2016

Bowling bumpers and The Sage Collector


Last week I watched some kids bowling. Little kids. No older than 8.

They were excited to find just the right ball and get started. A couple frames of nothing but gutter balls for the boys, while Dad got two strikes, quelled their enthusiasm.

Then a magical thing happened. 
An employee with a long metal pole reached into each gutter and VOILA – bumpers. No more gutter balls. Lots more fun.

I immediately took out my notebook of blog ideas and wrote: BUMPERS – Wouldn’t that be nice! I need bumpers!

Maybe you understand. Maybe, like me, you have moments when you want to go back to being six and using bumpers.

Bumpers. Bumpers. I knew there was blog there, but instead of words coming out, there was only frustration.

I envisioned a light, fun piece about bumpers making life more enjoyable. I tried HARD to write that blog.

If you are a writer, you know trying HARD rarely leads to good writing. So, I put it aside.

Last night, a post from my friend S.a. Kish appeared on my Facebook timeline. Not unusual – except that the post was 8 days old and no one had commented on it recently. Those parameters don’t fit Facebook’s algorithm. A  post that old with no recent activity should not have appeared in my feed.

Fluke? Coincidence? I don’t believe in either of those.

In a flash, I knew why the post appeared, and why the blog about bumpers had not progressed past thinking about myself.

The truth is I have bumpers: a wonderful family, loving friends, a welcoming church family, a Savior who loves me.

No, the story about people who need bumpers does not have Beth Painter as one of the main characters.

My friend S.a.Kish is the heart and brains of The Sage Collector, an advocacy group for foster parents and children.

Think about this:

Every day over 400,000 children and teenagers are in foster care in the United States.

On average, children remain under state care for two years. 15% live in group homes because a foster family is not available.

In 2014, 22,000 people aged out of the system without having a permanent home or family. 

As The Sage Collector explains, there are many reasons kids become part of the foster care system. The goal, initially, is correction of whatever challenges exist and reunification of the family. That process take time. And, unfortunately, reuniting the family is not always a viable option.

Can you imagine being a kid without a place you called home. Can you imagine going to a new school and then another new school, never knowing how long you will be there. Can you imagine being in that situation and having one ounce of concern about algebra or how verbs are conjugated or which Civil War battle turned the tide for the North.

Can you imagine that? I can't.

Talk about needing bumpers!

This isn’t a blog about “bad” parents. It is about parents who may have challenges so great that they are unable to care for their kids.

This isn’t a blog about “bad” kids. It is about kids who may be in danger because they are, in some way, beyond their parents’ control.

This is a blog about people who truly do need bumpers. They don’t need our criticism or cynicism or judgement.

They need bumpers. 

Not forever, just until they get stronger and learn new skills. Just until there are more days the ball stays on the lane than sinks into the gutter.

The Sage Collector assists foster parents, as well as parents and kids who are in the foster care system. 

Go here to read more about this group. 

Certainly, more foster parents are needed, but there are many other ways to help. Maybe there is a need you can fill. Maybe you can pass the information on to a friend who wants to help. Or keep the group in your prayers.

Bowling wouldn’t be much fun for young kids if there were no bumpers.

Life isn’t fun, and sometimes isn’t bearable, for people who need bumpers and don’t have them.

Think about how you would feel in that situation.

And remember that there but for the grace of God…

We will talk again soon,

BP


Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires come to life! 

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The current of the river and other thoughts...



My last post discussed feeling a blog inside but not immediately having a path for the words to come out.

Today is just the opposite.

I had no intention of writing a blog today. In fact, I have eight Chrome tabs open that are related to one work project or another. And I have several errands to run.

Yet, here I am, with no choice but to write.

My friend, Michelle, understands. Anyone who is a writer does.

It’s Facebook’s fault. The first writing jab came when my sweet young friend, Taylor, shared her struggle to find motivation and purpose yesterday. Then, my dear friend, Trish, shared her decision to give up Facebook for Lent in order to devote more time to spiritual and personal growth.

I have been sharing my vision of how my blog can expand with a few folks. I want to incorporate video snippets, with some audio overtop. 
I need a DJI Phantom 3 Pro drone and a GoPro Hero4 Black. NEED. 
Yes, I like to identify my desires specifically.  I can quickly come up with a dozen ideas for using this equipment, with one of the coolest being a view from above a river, either from a boat or a lookout.

In light of my vision and my friends’ posts, I am thinking today about rivers.

The Pennsylvania Fish and Boat Commission has online maps to help boaters navigate the state rivers, especially with regard to locks. The area between two locks is designated as a pool. The size of each pool is determined by where locks are needed – which is determined by changing water levels.

A two mile pool might be fine for a fisherman, but not much fun for a 28’ recreational boat. Some people never have a need to encounter a lock. But if you on the Allegheny River in Kittanning and you want to get to Pittsburgh by boat, you need to know when the locks are open to you.

Okay, Beth, that’s a great lesson on locks. So what’s the point?

The point is that as much as life is like a puzzle (see my previous blog), it resonates more with me to think about the current that flows through everything, that connects everything, that carries us on our path to whatever degree we allow it. Like a river. 
The point is it would be easier – sometimes – to fly a DJI Phantom 3 Pro over this river we call life to get a better sense of it.

Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, the beginning of Lent in the Christian Church. I remember, as a kid, lying quietly in bed on Sunday mornings, hoping my mom would sleep in and we would miss church. Now, while I don’t advocate everything for which “the Church” stands, I know my life would not be what it is and I would not be who I am without Jesus.

I am grateful for the promise of eternity, of leaving this physical body and returning to the place where my soul will be with all those I love.

I am grateful for what Jesus has taught me about loving people (including myself), about patience, kindness, humility, the blessing of peace, the lightness of joy.

I am also grateful for the, albeit limited, detail we get about how Jesus lived while He was here.

Talk about a dude who was chill!

Jesus was comfortable in His own skin. He shared His message and if people didn’t believe it, He moved on. There was no attempt to convince, and certainly no badgering. He had emotions, but He didn’t dwell on the negative.

One of my favorite stories is when Jesus encounters the woman who has been bleeding for 12 years. (Mark 5:21-43, Matthew 9:18-26, Luke 8:40-56) The woman is so convinced of Jesus’ ability to heal her that she crawls through the feet of the large crowd lined up to see Him. When Jesus walks by her, she is only able to touch His garment.

Two amazing things happened. First, the blood stopped instantly and she was healed. Second, Jesus looked around because, while He didn’t feel her touch his garment, He did feel power go out.

Jesus knew He had come from God. He knew there is a current, like a river, that flows from God through everything. Every human, every animal, every plant, every cell, every atom. Jesus knew His power was found in that current, and He knew prayer and meditation was how He could plug in every day.

Jesus radiated peace and power and joy because He stay aligned with God. He knew that all things are possible for God. He knew the current is under God’s watchful eye and would take Him on the right path. He knew that no matter what was happening on a given day – even being tortured and nailed to a cross – everything was always working out.

People focus on many things during Lent. I’m not one to dwell on mourning or punishment or sorrow. My focus this Lenten season will be the following verse:
Let us look only to Jesus, the One who began our faith and who makes it perfect. He suffered death on the cross. But He accepted the shame as if it were nothing because of the JOY that God put before him. (Hebrews 12:2)

JOY.

Because, in spite of today’s reality, the river flows with a current directed by the Creator of the universe. Because, while there will be rocks and rapids and locks, the river will carry me forward. Because, whether I believe it or not, everything is always working out.

Maybe you will join me.

Right now I need to get back to those open tabs. 

We will talk again soon…


BP :) 

PS  Inspiration is an interesting thing. Those two Facebook posts pushed me to write, but as the words spilled out, nothing about those posts appeared. That's how writing goes sometimes.




Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires come to life! 

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Jigsaw puzzles and releasing shame...




I felt a blog inside today but couldn’t find the words. So I started a jigsaw puzzle.

Not as unrelated as it sounds. Often when words are stuck, doing something tactile or physical helps. Walking, exercising, gardening, cleaning…today it was looking for outside edges amid 1000 tiny pieces.

The puzzle is a photograph of a place I know well. It measures 13” X 30”, meaning there are 2.5 pieces per square inch. TINY. Extremely small jigsaw. Operated by the Keebler elves maybe.

While picking through the puzzle pieces, I was also thinking about some uncertain parts of my life. I would like resolution. I would like answers or explanations. I would like them to be how I would like them to be. Now would be nice.

The frame of the puzzle seemed to be coming together, until I realized some pieces were missing. Not gone, just mixed in with the other 900 pieces.

I know some puzzle builders would continue on and add the missing edge pieces later. But that is wrong. The frame needs to be finished before any other pieces are attached. It just does.

No, I’m not always so rigid. Just with puzzles. And cupboards. And the spice rack.
But I digress…

During the (second) search through over 75 dozen pieces (which sounds like a lot more than 900), I thought about how often I have heard people compare life to a puzzle.

You have probably heard that analogy as well. The whole picture can’t be seen until the end, things fit together as they should, you can only do one piece at a time, everything makes sense when you’re done, etc.

BLAH!

All the straight pieces were segregated and the frame was coming along. I was rather impressed with myself. Did I mention the pieces are tiny?

The pride bubble burst when I had a gap along the bottom and two pieces that fit together, but not in the empty space.

Hmmm…

The assembled pieces all seemed to match. I don’t attach pieces until I am certain they go together. But, there was obviously a mistake. So the examination began - looking closely, removing some sections to look at them from the back, double checking the picture I had with the picture on the box.

Did I mention the pieces are small?

Halfway down the right side I found a renegade piece. Part of the mystery was solved.
The other mismatch was, logically, where the gap occurred. 
Once the mismatched pieces were exchanged, the two remaining pieces fit perfectly.

Outside edge done!

I thought again about the life/puzzle analogy. I don’t remember anyone mentioning pieces in the wrong place.

You may understand having a day when emotions are off balance. Lots of reasons and no particular reason.

I had one last week. Maybe you did too?

Regrets often pop into my head on days like that. I can go way back. In a hurry. Oh, I surely can.

How about you?

Someone who cares for me let the shoulda/woulda/coulda go on for a short time, then shared a personal choice from 25 years ago that changed life’s course.

The sharing wasn’t done for the purpose of commiserating. It was a firmly planted, loving reminder that I don’t have a corner on the shame market and thinking I do doesn’t help me or the people I love. 
In fact, shame that is allowed to fester has an unimaginable compound interest rate and it seeps into every aspect of life.

Shame can take one bad choice and turn it into a lifetime of inability to see your strengths, to identify and overcome weaknesses, and to learn from mistakes and move forward.

Shame. We all have it. Every one of us.

Every one of us has put puzzle pieces in the wrong place. Every one of has pushed two mismatched pieces together.

Sometimes we do it unknowingly.
Sometimes we do it even though the voice inside says, “Don’t do it. It doesn’t fit. Just don’t do it.”

It happens. And it’s okay.  
Even if it is impossible to take the pieces apart and put them in the right place, it’s still okay. Unless shame gets a foothold.

Life is like a puzzle. We pick through a lot of pieces, find ones that match, build a corner. Then we move to another corner and build more. Sometimes a portion of the middle comes together easily when we weren’t even sure what we were seeing. Sometimes we leave parts we don’t like, hoping someone else will come along and put them in place. Sometimes a part is so frustrating we have to step away and focus elsewhere.

And through the entire process, we get to choose. Sometimes we like our choices. Sometimes our choices offer opportunity to learn.

And it’s all okay.

You might wonder how I can say that. 
You might not believe mistakes are okay. 
You might think your shame is deserved because your misplaced pieces were too hurtful to overcome.

Hear these words from the prophet Jeremiah:

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you [and approved] of you (1:5)

Do you hear it?

Long before you were a physical human being, you were a spiritual being known by AND approved of by the Creator of the entire universe.
Nothing you do is a surprise to the One who knew you before you had a physical form.

Does that resonate with you? 
Can you say that out loud and BELIEVE it?

I can. At long last.

In spite of the mismatched pieces, in spite of how long it takes me to put certain parts together, in spite of how many times I sit and stare at the puzzle without putting a single piece in the right place, I am known and approved of and loved by the Creator.

So are you. 

Shame can cover that, but the truth remains.

Good news indeed.

I’m heading back to the puzzle table.

We will talk again soon…


BP J


Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

Beth is available to speak to your group about how to make your dreams and desires come to life! 

Thursday, January 21, 2016

A Tale of Two Trilogies

They say, “Things happen in threes.”

I don’t put stock in much of what “they” say, since no one can identify who “they” are.

But the “threes” idea is accurate for me right now. Two weeks ago, I called in a refill for my ADD meds. No big deal, right? I’ve been taking them for a year. Except I changed insurance companies. A dozen phone calls, three trips to the doctor, five trips to the pharmacy and I still have no ADD meds.

In the midst of this craziness, my beloved dog had surgery. I am grateful it wasn’t life-threatening. I am grateful for the tremendous care she received. I am grateful that, once she is fully healed, she will run better than she has in years.

For the past week, however, she and I have been navigating the waters of a terrier who is not accustomed to constant oversight, not being able to jump or run, not being allowed to roam freely in the yard or chase birds.

Oh and her mama hasn’t had ADD meds for almost two weeks.

Finally, I am dealing with a difficult and painful personal issue. Crying was not on my agenda this week.

Not the worst tragedies, but not fun. Could be an excuse to be grumpy and impatience and intolerant. 
Have you had days like that?

I am not, by nature, a grumpy person. Nastiness, in my opinion, is almost always unnecessary. No one else needs to be affected by my problems.

Last night I prayed for guidance and strength.

Today’s devotional reading contained one of my favorite Bible verses:

For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future (Jer 29:11)

Tori and I stepped outside this morning, neither of us happy about her needing to be on a leash…and we found just a bit of fresh snow. She loves to rub her face in the snow.




Notice the time stamp. 11:11. Beautiful face. Perfect timing.

After lunch, I turned on my Worship playlist. These lyrics were part of the first song:
Oh, my God, He will not delay
My refuge and strength always
I will not fear, His promise is true
My God will come through always, always

It is now 10:09 PM and none of my of my challenges have changed. But I am grateful for what came in threes today – a good word, an enjoyable moment, an inspiring song. I am grateful that the Creator of the entire universe cares so much for me. I am grateful my eyes were open and my spirit was in a receiving mode.

I could have been grumpy and missed it all.

I am going to put my head down and focus on those things, and count on God providing more tomorrow....for you and me!

Thanks for reading.

BP J


Beth Painter is, among many other things, a writer and motivational speaker. You can follow her on Facebook on the “Think Big focus small” page.

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