Email Euphoria

Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you. Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you. Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you. Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you. Sometimes we do things without really thinking through the consequences.

Okay, in all honesty, sometimes without even thinking. Sometimes it is just to tough to think about what we need to do next, and during those times I certainly don’t plot a straight line as to what this step will lead to all the way into the future. Especially when that thing is a little thing. Or what I think is a little thing. And especially when I am running on automatic pilot. Full steam ahead, sit back and get it done.

Well this kind of automatic pilot can sometimes get me into trouble.

Especially when I am not thinking through what I am saying. Which happens quite enough, in my world. But luckily, this event had nothing to do with my tongue.

It involved my fingers.

Now I won’t go into the technical details, because I am most definitely not a techie Gal. But let’s say it had to do with email and my phone and my fingers and wanting to clean up some storage space and my in-box, which already sounds almost to techie for me.

There I was watching football with my son, scrolling and deleting and not paying attention to my email any more than I was paying attention to the football game. I guess I got a little delete happy.

I realized I had never deleted any emails on my phone and decided I would do two things at once. Delete and spend time with my son. I got so delete happy that by the end of the game my finger was a little sore.

And then I looked down. I mean I really looked down and saw the date on the next email. It was one-and-a-half years from today’s date.

I was a bit startled. But then thought, surely it did not delete them from the big email in the sky location, just from my phone.

Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you. Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you.

Oops! Well when I looked at my email on my computer a few hours later (you see how worried I was), I had deleted every email I had back to a year and a half ago. Gone. Kaput.

I began to panic a little. There was a day and a half of emails I hadn’t even looked at or read. Hopefully they were not any more important than a sale at JC Penny’s, a coupon at Michaels, or a promotional flyer. The kind I usually deleted without opening, unless I am needing something from their establishment.

And then I began to float. I mean it. I felt like I had lost half my weight. I looked at my in-box and nothing was flashing or calling for me to do something with it. No decision had to be made on whether to attend an event or not. Read this or that. Answer this survey. Watch this short video. Answer this question. Give me 5 minutes of your time. Respond to this. Listen to this.

There was nothing to decide. Nothing to do. Nothing to print and file. Nothing to print and discuss.

Blissfully I stared at my email account and felt free. Like my life was given back. Like minutes were being added to my day. Like I was truly free to relax.

Some mistakes are really blessings in disguise.

It was wonderful.

I felt like dancing. Singing. Doing a cart-wheel.

I remembered the days before email. When none of my time was spent trying to wade through incoming data. Delete this, answer this one, forward that. Before every teacher, coach, business, boss, co-worker, friend and enemy was using inbox to slice my day into frantic moments of processing their communications so I can get back to doing something else. When I was so unaware of all the things I did not know I was missing.

Before we had to sign up for discounts and coupons and points and then receive emails almost daily letting us know how many more visits we needed to save a few dollars. Back when we clipped coupons instead of loading coupons. Back when I didn’t even know that I was still 50 stays from that free hotel stay.

Yes, the idea that I may have missed something important did cross my mind, and then I figured that I forget enough things, even with all my daily email reminders, that life would proceed as normal.

And in case you are wondering, I guess most of the email was not important. I only got one text saying, “We are here at Panera, where are you?” Which just goes to show me that the majority of the clutter that clogs my email is not that life shattering.

Now I am not suggesting that you delete your email on purpose for a day or two, or even a year or two, but I am thinking about how to spend less time on email. Not more time. I may miss out on some important things, but FOMO is not my biggest concern.

So, if you sent me an important life shattering email last weekend and I did not respond, I am not ignoring you or writing you off. I just gained some free time and am a lighter, almost floating soul.

P.S. And if you have any tips for managing the pesky but necessary email inbox, please share. I think all of us could do with a little more free time.

Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you.

Thanks for stopping by. Keep remembering what’s important.

Theresa

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Sometimes we do something without thinking through the consequences. And that mistake turns into a blessing in disguise. Need some encouragement and humor? This story is for you.

Sometimes We Just Need to Believe

I am reading Mathew and in this chapter Jesus is healing one person after another. Boom, bam, slam. Left and right.

Broken and unwell people are brought to him. He heals them. Restores them to health. Forgives their sins.

The response of the healed? Joy. Amazement. A wanting to tell everyone and show everyone their restored bodies, the miracle performed on them, for them.

The response of the crowds and those who witness the now speaking, seeing, walking, and coherent healed? People are amazed. Scared. Doubting. Questioning. Angry. Believing. Hurrying Jesus out of town. Running to get their sick cousins, aunts, and uncles.  

I wonder what my response would be if I had been standing on the sidelines?

And what if I had been the lame? Would I be surprised that Jesus healed me so easily? None of the healed had to get examined by a doctor. Answer a list of written questions. Crawl up a mountain. Go to church 56 times. Drink cups of yucky tasting goop. Run home and clean their house. Or even try and become a better person.

They had to do one thing.

Have faith.

Believe.

It seems so simple, doesn’t it? Way to simple. Especially to our doing minds.

For we are doers. That is why we read those helpful articles that lay out the steps we must take to accomplish this and that. “How to Have Your Best Year Yet.” “3 Ways to have a Better Marriage.” “How to Burn Fat While You Sleep.” “Improve Your Attitude in 4 Areas.” “How to Conquer the Fear that is Holding You Back from Success.”

We love knowing what we can do. The next step to take. How to change our tough situation to excellent in three easy days. We love feeling in control and in charge of our direction and destiny. For if we are busy doing, by working harder, trying harder, doing something, we feel we will conquer what ever plagues us.

Doing is good. Don’t get me wrong. We are called to be doers of the word. To be the hands and feet of Jesus. To love our neighbor. To be changing and growing.

But we are not called to be only doing and controlling and corralling and herding our life and the lives of those around us.

We are called to have faith. To believe. To receive.

That is what the people who Jesus healed needed to have if they wanted to be healed.

Jesus asked them if they had faith and believed.

He didn’t hand them a list of instructions or a to-do list.

If I had been one of the lame, I am thinking I would have been surprised. Did I have faith? Sure, I would say. And then I would have asked him what I needed to do to heal myself. Maybe eat something. Do some exercises. Give some sacrifices. Clean my house and take pie to the neighbor. Be kinder to my husband and children. Make peace with my enemy. Serve at the temple. Do community service. Because that is my inclination. What can I do to improve the situation? Myself? Others?

But Jesus did not require anything of the broken in body, but faith. Plain old faith.

Have faith and get healed.

Sounds so easy, doesn’t it?

But it is hard. We don’t want to be indebted to anyone. We want to stand on our own two pegs. We want to do something and feel like we had a part in the outcome. We don’t want to wait and feel like we are doing nothing. We don’t want to rely on others. We are doers.

And yet I am like the lame, blind, and mute. I am as broken as them. Needing healing. Wanting answers to hard problems. Praying for people and situations where I have no idea even what to do or where to start.

I look at this broken world. The broken people around me. My broken self. And Jesus is saying the same thing. Believe in me. Have faith; I know what is best. Trust me with this. Wait on me and my timing. Wait. Wait.  

Have faith? That involves trusting in the unseen. Not myself. It involves waiting. Not doing and striving and controlling.

Have faith, God tells us. Trust me to take care of the situation in my own time. Believe I will do what is best for you and all involved. Know that I am working all things out for the best and your good.   

I know there are some situations in my life I can do nothing about. Things I am praying about that I can do nothing about. Situations around me I can only pray about.  There is no doing, or even knowing what to do sometimes.

I am like the lame man. I am broken.    

He reaches his hands out to me, and says: Stop doing. Wait. Receive. Believe. Trust I’ve got this.

There is a time to be doing. And a time to have faith and let him be doing. Let us know the difference between the two.

Thanks for stopping by. Keep remembering what’s important.

Theresa

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Relearning the Same Thing, Again

Sometimes it seems as if my life is on replay. Or maybe that it is punctuated with Deja-vu moments.

We were driving across Indiana when it began happening. My son was shivering and not feeling well. Basically miserable, he was, and I was trying to comfort him. Encourage him that this too shall pass. When it did pass. Up from his stomach and out onto his father’s coat that was lying across his body, the back seat, floor, and my shoes.

Ugg.

But the thing was, I was taken by surprise. Totally by surprise.

Somehow, I had missed the warning signs. Warning signs that have repeated themselves more times then I care to count or remember.

This scenario has replayed itself out on car rides numerous times. From the time he was a toddler to now.

I look at him, taller than me these last few months, and I am still surprised at the outcome. And yet all the signs were pointing towards this outcome. This culminating stomach upheaval. Once again, I had misread the signs. Not learned from experience.

This boy is so like me that I can not fault him. For I was known in my family for a stomach that liked to empty its contents. I did in the car. Across the bedroom floor. Outside the door of a motel (you should have seen the look the owner gave me. I remember thinking she should have been counting her blessings because it is easier to clean a flower bed than a motel floor.). Beside the roadside. In a cow pasture. In the middle of a mall parking lot. At a title company. In the shower. At school. And occasionally in bathrooms.

We are a pair of soft stomachs. Him and I.

We are driving again after cleaning the mess up, and he is lying on my lap, and I am looking out the window wondering how many times is life about relearning something. Relearning the same thing we did earlier. Maybe the circumstances and players are different, but the lesson is basically the same. Though sometimes there may be some new awareness or twist.

If you are like me, you are forgetful. Eager to lean and move on to the next thing. Not wanting to waste time on the same old thing. Wanting to cross it off your list as mastered and move to conquering the next big life changing thing.

How many times have I relearned that patience is not a virtue I have yet mastered? Been reminded that hate hurts me more than others? Remembered that God loves me plain and simple; not for what I do or because I conquered my day, but because of whose I am? Been surprised about how much my husband and kids love me? Relearned the pain of heartache? Had to remind myself that God is in charge? Seen how people are willing to help others?

How many times have I learned that a 30-minute dinner takes at least 60 minutes. That it takes longer than an hour to wash and dry a load of clothes. That driving across town takes more than 15 minutes, even if all the lights are green. That kindness motivates people more than guilt. That I can’t leave the library without gathering a stack of books. That baths are never as relaxing as I think they will be. That friends make life such a blessing. That getting outside clears my head in a way nothing else does. That laughing is a great stress releaser and perspective changer.

It seems my life is learning and then relearning at regular intervals the same things over and over. Again and again, and then once more. Sometimes the lessons are small, like my feet are still the same size. Not enough sleep makes me crabby. Most people respect your no. Winter is much colder than I remember. And the same song can make you smile each time you hear it.

Sometimes the lessons are bigger, like perfectionism steals your joy. Sharing and being vulnerable heals you and others. That God is bigger than our problems. That living now and here is a blessing. That people usually do the same thing over and over no matter how much I think they should change. That I can only change myself. That forgiveness does not mean letting others take advantage of you.

Round and around I go, like a merry-go-round. Passing the same real-estate and encountering different scenarios where the lessons look vaguely familiar.

Ah-ha, I think, and then stumble on with life, convinced I have finally learned that lesson, when whack, later I relearn it again.

This is part of learning. Part of living. Part of being human. Part of growing.

It’s called giving yourself grace.

It’s called repetition is necessary for our soul.

It’s called learning from your experiences.

It’s called shaking your heard and laughing at yourself. Knowing you will once again find yourself in the same real-estate somewhere again down the road of life.

Thanks for stopping by. Keep remembering what’s important.

Theresa

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