Today is a gift.

We are just hours away from embarking on our semi-annual Groothuis family reunion. Out of 41 people, 12 of them will be adults. Out-numbered, but not out-maneuvered! It's going to be a blast! We're leaving at 12:30 a.m. It just makes sense that I would be typing now at 10:30  instead of sleeping, yes? That's how I am just before a big road trip--jazzed, wired, ready to GO, but wanting a nap at the same time. 

The van is packed, and, amazingly enough, there is room to spare. The snacks are ready, the neighbors are prepped should an emergency with our house arise. We have a full tank of gas. We have caffeine. We are set.

I have to admit, this has been one of the craziest weeks our house has seen for some time. Every day there've been appointments, home school group preparations, lots of checklists of responsibilities, oh, and supper. Laundry. Cleaning. Packing list. Packing bags. Re-packing the kids' bags--a case of Dad expectations vs. Mom expectations. Prayer needs, planning needs, neighbor needs, friend needs, family needs. Likely for most of you reading this, that aforementioned list is par for the course. For me, it was....interesting. The Lord was giving me ample opportunity to lean into Him. Sometimes I did. And sometimes I didn't.

But here we are. Somehow all ready to go. Trent is an amazing van packing man! I love that man. As I'm winding down for my pre-trip nap, I'm smiling in memory of something two of my boys created all by themselves this week. They were eating lunch on our back porch, just relaxing. Then they called me out to hear this:

Just a reminder to me that along with time itself, my family is moving along, growing up, while I am growing older. That's reality, not pessimism. I'm excited to know my Savior more, and every day He gifts to me, He is also pulling me closer to Home, to His arms. So I plan to make the most of this day. At this point, that might mean catching that nap.

Thank You, Heavenly Father, for keeping track of our days, bringing us safely Home to You, and blessing us so richly along the road.

Good night, all!

Coffee Shop Fellowship

Tonight I'm just back home after a refreshing time out for coffee with a friend.

We wondered if we are doing enough to prepare our children for life "out there." We pondered the mercy and patience of God as we explored the path our country seems to be taking. We shared some journeyings from the past and the amazing love and grace of God Who brought redemption. We found out some hard things that one can only share with caution, and even then with some trepidation. We prayed. We connected.

We chose openness.

We chose to be known.

When was the last time you chose openness? When was the last time you prayed with someone? Out loud?

Who knows you?

I realize that's a large question. Lots of people know me, you might be saying as you read this. True. People know us in layers and circles. Generally, people know what we want them to know. On the odd occasion, I meet someone who seems to just see right into me. It's eerie. It's unsettling. It's somehow satisfying. While there are many things I am glad you haven't collected in your fact file about me, I was made to be known. God created me for connection. He did the same for you.

Last time I wrote about catching someone's ribbon and holding on. Tonight I'm thinking about being a ribbon-caster. Am I throwing my ribbon out to the person God brings across my path? Or am I hoarding it for the sake of self-preservation? By all means, be discerning, but also, be brave.

Maybe it's time for some coffee shop fellowship. Maybe it's time you asked the Lord to connect you with someone from His family you need to know. Maybe it's time you chose openness.

Psalm 51:6
Behold, You desire truth in the inward parts, and in the hidden part You will make me to know wisdom.

Ribbons and Shards

Lately I've been having conversations with people around all kinds of difficult topics in their lives: struggling marriages, issues with kids, pieces of the past that keep popping up out of nowhere, anger, hurt, bitterness, illness, death.  Quite a list.

I'm thankful for those who are brave enough to share from their hearts. It reminds me how desperately we need to be known as well as to know others. A community weaves together through the ups and downs, highs and lows. Its strength is in its truth.  Some communities have an impressive tapestry of connections, but no strength to withstand a tempest.

Just a few days ago during our VBS parent night, each small group created its own web of ribbon while the teachers read about Phillip and the Ethiopian from the book of Acts in the bible. Every time a different speaker read, the person holding the ball of ribbon grabbed hold of the line and threw the ball to someone who didn't have any yet. By the end of the reading, everyone was holding onto the ribbon, forming a colorful interweaving between each member.

The point of that activity was to demonstrate how God weaves our lives together at just the right time and in just the right way to fulfill His perfect purposes in us. Thinking back over the conversations I mentioned earlier, I realize that each time someone shares their heart with me, they are throwing me the ribbon. Am I grabbing hold? Am I interceding in prayer? Am I taking their need to heart? Or am I just passing it on to the next open hand, hoping that person will have the love, the courage, the grace to step up?

Here's where I have to admit that at times I have dropped the ribbon. I have missed out on community. I have missed out on the privilege to connect with a sister or brother in Christ who needed His Truth in a situation. I've missed out on God's blessing.

Sometimes I don't want to pass the ribbon.  I don't want to be the one sharing. That's need. Not comfortable. Not easy. Not palatable.

The good news is that our God never gives up. His patient persistence outlasts my resistance.  First Corinthians 12:18 states that "God arranged the members in the body, each one of them, as He chose" (ESV).  That's the challenge. Be where He placed me. Be present. Be alert. Be real.

Be real.  He is real.

A little over a month ago, while thinking of some tough situations, I wrote these words:

Broken People

We are broken, broken people

Praising God beneath the steeple.

We are broken, broken people in God’s hand.

We are broken, broken people

Serving God beneath the steeple.

We are broken,  broken people in God’s hand.

But if we’re broken

Then we’re fixable

And shards make great mosaics

People recognize His grace among the pieces.

If we’re broken

Then our bragging rights

Smash against His Holy Light

And we recognize He’ll place us

Where He pleases.

We are broken, but we’re His,

Because of Jesus.

Thankfully there’ll come a day

When our brokenness is swept away

Thankfully there’ll come a day

We’re free.

And we’ll look into that Holy Light

 Of the One once broken for our kind

And He’ll say, “My broken child,

You are whole—come Home with Me!”

And if we’re broken

Then we’re fixable

And shards make great mosaics.

People recognize His grace among the pieces.

If we’re broken

Then our bragging rights

Smash against His Holy Light

And we recognize He’ll place us

Where He pleases.

We are broken, but we’re His,

Because of Jesus.

Just Another Day?

June 5, 2000. For those in Sumatra, it was tragic as a deadly earthquake rocked the land. For others, this was just another day in a new millennium. Same cereal for breakfast, same TV show after dinner.

For those of us in Tempe, Arizona, it was hot. One hundred eleven degrees. Yes, you read it correctly, 111 degrees.  For a man named Trent and a woman named Bridget (that's me, folks), it was a dream come true--our wedding day.  The sun rose like any other day, warm and bright. But this day, this day was different.

I sat by the pool and spent time with my Lord in close conversation. He-Who-Never-Changes would walk me from one name to another. He assured me that morning that He would stay the same no matter what. And He was giving me the man of my dreams for real. I just knew everything was going to be wonderful.

And pretty much everything was wonderful. Oh, there was the usual: a bridesmaid "whoops, I forgot to bring the ring for pre-wedding photos!" moment; 111-degree heat stroke hovering at our shoulders for the lengthy outdoor pictures (which turned out beautifully); the tape player that chose to run at its own pace and warp the music for our grand entrance; the groomsmen who made last minute changes to the steps we were to walk up--without telling us.

There was also the incredible blessing of so many smiling faces starting us off on the first day of the rest of our lives. All that previous year Trent and I said we wanted our wedding to be Simple, Elegant, and Enjoyable.  The Lord definitely brought that about for us. Thanks to our parents for all of their love and support, and especially to my mom for the many last-minute decisions made to keep things running smoothly!

Thirteen years now walk beside us.  Each year shows its crowning glories and sound defeats. These are the mile markers we pass by again and again, reminding us of our own great fallibility and His own great love.  These are the proofs of faith and trust. These are the foundation stones of a legacy.

June 5, 2013.  Just another day? Perhaps. For Trent and Bridget Groothuis, this day is a gift.

The J-Crew

The J-Crew

Christmas Morning 2012

Jedidiah at Whispering Hope Farm

 

Joanna being positive in a sour situation

Joel contemplating his next move

Joshua in his element

Thirteen years ago while Trent and I drove his little Ford Escort from Chicago to Phoenix, we decided to make a list of potential names for our children. Yes, we still had two months to go before our wedding, but there were some things that couldn't be put off.  Names. Pretty important stuff!

The easy part was deciding we wanted meaningful names from the bible. The hard part was choosing the first letter of each name. Obviously we would want to choose names all beginning with the same letter. It was practical. It was cute. It was--insane, actually, but we wouldn't realize that until much later.

After some discussion, we happened upon the letter "J." It just seemed like a great idea at the time. And, if you've ever sat down to investigate lists of names from the bible, many prominent people's begins with "J." Jesus. Joseph. Job. Jeremiah. Josiah. James. Jonah. Judas. Hmmmm. The list seems to head in a rather gloomy direction at that point. But wait! Jared, Joash, Jehoshaphat, Jemima. Well, we kept on researching.

Somewhere on that list, which is on some shelf in some journal I had with me during that road trip, we wrote the names Jedidiah, Joanna, Joshua and Joel. We looked up their meanings. We made mental notes. We wondered how many children we would have. We pondered the power of the meaning of a name. And then we stopped for breakfast in Amarillo, Texas.

After that, we didn't really think about it. Naming, that is. We pulled into Phoenix, got Trent settled in the home of some good friends, and counted down the days to our wedding (June 5th, 2000). 

Fast forward almost 13 years.  Now we have three boys and a girl. We try desperately to get the syllables straight in our heads before attempting to communicate with our children.  Oh yes, the meanings are wonderful, life-giving and of eternal import. It is cute to line up their names on a card like an exercise in alphabetizing. It's also wreaking mild havoc in our hallways. Joelidiah. Joashua. Jedi-ol. Joshuanna.  Surely the Lord didn't intend these combinations.

Thankfully, we have discovered a solution. Efficient. Practical. Straight-forward. Rarely mispronounced. We have a new nomenclature for our brood: the J-Crew.

Jedidiah--2 Samuel 12:24   Beloved of the LORD
Joanna--Luke 8:3  God is Gracious
Joel--Old Testament book   The LORD He is God
Joshua--Old Testament book   The LORD is Salvation

Our prayer is that each one of our children will come to know the truth of his or her name. Not by might, not by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord.

Finish well

Like any teacher, I look forward to the last days of school. Mornings seems brighter, the air seems lighter. An openness pervades our smiles and deepens our laughter. The goal reaches out to meet us head on, and we grasp its wispy edges until the pithy core of completion squeezes between our fingers.

Two more days, then summer. Two more days, then de-scheduling. Two more days, then I begin my annual reading of The Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Breathe.

But two days is still two days. How I walk this path still matters. I'm not done yet.

This week I've been reading in the Gospel of Luke, chapters 20-21, about Jesus' last days with His disciples before His crucifixion. With typical kind forethought, Christ prepares them for their part in His ordeal while sharing an intimate supper, the Passover. This is it--the last time. Unawares, they argue about status, anticipating His grand coup over the Romans. Little do they know the greatest coup in history will seem like the ultimate defeat. 

Jesus does not break into hysterics at the thought of crucifixion just hours away. He does what is the least expected action: He serves them. He humbles Himself to the status of foot-washing slave. He blesses them. He encourages them. He lovingly warns them of their desertion, then paints the hope of restoration in clear tones.

He knows what I so need to remember each and every day: He isn't done yet. His charge is not complete. Two days. One day. Final hours. Each step of the way, Jesus persistently, tenaciously obeys His Father and seeks the good of His sheep.

How fickle my own determination grows as the road lengthens, the hill steepens, or the finish line distances itself from me. How complacent my journeying when all seems to shorten, smooth out, come easily.

But Jesus...oh my Savior....He stays the course as from the first. "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever" (Hebrews 13:8 NKJ). 

Judas. That one word conjures totally different emotions. Luke 21:4 says so matter-of-factly, "So he went his way...." Proverbs 14:12 states that there is a way that seems right to a man, but its ways lead to death. Judas persistently, tenaciously pursues that way, his own way. The way of the enemy.

My prayer today is this: Heavenly Father, so often it's the last steps before the finish line that are the most telling. However I have run the race this school year, however many times I've fallen and gotten back up, or sprinted miraculously through a difficult season, let these last steps be the best of all. Not for my own glory or even for my children's  benefit, but because my Savior, my eternal greatest Example, stayed true to the last moment. Help me keep Him like a beacon before me.

Help me finish well.

"When Christ who is our life appears, then you also will appear with Him in glory." Colossians 3:3

What if?

Do you ever ponder the what if's?

What if I had said "yes"? What if I had said "no"? What if we had not sold that house? What if I had pushed myself a little bit harder and done that last thing on the list yesterday instead of waiting until today? What if we had prayed more? What if the job disappears? What if.....

What if I spent more time pondering eternity? What if I took God at His Word day by day, situation by situation? What if I submitted completely to the Holy Spirit's work in my life and the lives of my family members? What if I lived like all of His promises were true?

If you're like me, as a believer in Christ Jesus as my Savior, you might sometimes wonder what your life would be like today if you hadn't trusted Him for your salvation...if you hadn't  been redeemed....if your sins hadn't been forgiven....

If there were a parallel universe of Bridget "without," what would I see? Who would I be? Some things might still be the same. I might still be writing poetry or music, for example. I might still be a people person. I might still be a wife and mother. But without Jesus, without His Spirit--without Hope, I would be on a journey with no good end. A futile quest.

Awhile ago I was considering these things and wrote down some thoughts in rhyme:

Praise God that I will never know

All the things that might have been

Had He not rescued me below

And drew me from the bonds of sin.

Oh there were times all looking on

Must have wondered at my state;

For I myself thought hope was gone—

I did not know God was so Great!

So persistent, God, so true,

He unpacked every musty box.

He opened every window, too,

And, one by one, undid the locks.

That clean, clear Light reached everywhere

And burned away the mold and grime.

He made me home, and still lives there,

And will until the end of Time.

And when the final tick and tock

Fades into silent end of days,

My feet will still be on the Rock

And forever I will sing His praise!

BG 2011

God is faithful. 

So, what are YOUR thoughts as you look back over life? What's YOUR perspective? I'll go get some tea and give you thinking space....