This past weekend, I spent at our synod senior high youth gathering. I had the honor and privilege of hanging out with the youth who make up the LYO board and our keynote speakers. One of our keynote speakers was musician Tony Memmel. Tony is a gifted musician and genuine great guy! I thought today I would share one of my fave Tony songs “America to Go!” Enjoy friends!
A little infant asleep in my arms as his parents enjoy our annual church dinner. We rock back and forth until this little boy finally falls asleep. I chat with this sweet infant sharing my thoughts as he drifts off the dreamland. I’m in my happy place. This sweet memory happened over four years ago, but it is a beautiful reminder of where I find delight.
Anyone who knows me knows that I am a baby lover. I could spend hours with the warmth of a cozy infant pressed up against my skin as we cuddle together. In those moments, it feels like all my cares and worries just melt away. There is something so incredibly holy about these sweet moments in my life.
Holding infants is one of the places where I find delight. Delight in our lives are those places where the Word becomes flesh and brings about joy and happiness; a reminder that God loves us in this broken messed up world. Through delight, we are reminded that life does come out of death, joy does come out of sadness and so much more.
Besides infants, I find delight in children playing, in coffee dates with dear friends, through the relationships in my life, through sweet voices of children calling out my name and in so many other ways. Where are those places where you find delight?
In our places of delight, the Word becomes flesh through those very places and people who bring about joy, happiness, and delight in our lives. I believe Mary delighted when she held her precious infant son in her arms for the first time. I believe the father delighted when his prodigal son finally returned home.
“Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart!”–Psalm 37:4
I am linking up for the Five Minute Friday. This is also Day Fourteen of the Write 31 Days challenge. The FMF is hosted by Kate Motaung on her blog Heading Home. Today’s prompt is “park.” We would love to have you join us. Just hop onto Twitter on Thursday evenings and follow the #fmfparty. Hope to see you there.
I am spending the weekend at our synod youth gathering. This morning I found myself once again parked in a chair listening to our awesome speakers. We did an activity where they had the youth and adults write down all the labels and lies we give ourselves or have been given by others. It was a powerful activity as they then shared how we can combat the labels and lies with the truths in our lives.
I remember as a little girl playing at the park and being called names; given labels and lies from a very young age. I’m not good enough. I’m not pretty enough. Your mom is crazy. And the list goes on and on. Yet we are too combat those lies and labels with truth.
Because when we are truthful with ourselves and each other, we are helping make the Word made flesh in this world through the people and through ourselves by sharing our truths. So what are the truths that combat the lies and labels you’ve been given in life?
For me, I know that the truth is….I am an encourager.
I am an advocate.
I am enough.
I am a writer.
For when we live out our truths, the Word is once again made flesh in this world.
Have you caught the new NBC drama “This is Us?” I missed the premiere episode of the show, but after catching comments on my FB feed and with friends, I knew that I was missing out on something good. I queued up the first episode and watched it on my I-Pad. I was immediately hooked. This is Us is a rare story full of hope, humor, heart and even a little mystery.
In the first episode, the couple expecting triplets lose one of the babies during birth. The doctor and the dad have a heart to heart as the doctor shares how his wife and him also lost a child which led him to becoming a doctor. The doctor says something along the lines of “I like to think of it as taking lemons and making something like lemonade out of it.”
Isn’t that exactly what God calls us to do? To make beauty out of brokenness, to make something like lemonade out of the lemons in our lives? Several of my friends have experienced sad losses this year. My friend Julia and her husband Zach had to bury their daughter Kaia Gene. Julia has shared pieces of their story on her blog. My friend Erin and her husband Scott also had to bury their son #AlexanderScott. Erin has been processing and sharing their story through writing on her blog. They also had bracelets made to share about Alexander. I requested one and am waiting for mine to arrive. My friends are making something like lemonade out of their stories.
They will forever be shaped by their stories and experiences. And we all have been shaped by our own stories of brokenness. I think of my friend EG, her husband GG and their sweet little prince who they lost too soon. E shared that, in the midst of her pain, she just wanted another mom who understood what she was going through and who she could talk too. I think many of us long for others who understand in the midst of our own stories of brokenness. I didn’t tell my families story of mental illness for 18 years because of the stigma associated with the illness and because I didn’t think anyone would understand.
We need others who understand who we are, where we come from and the gift of sharing our stories. In our shared stories, hope emerges and unites us as a community of faith; a community of faith that walks together and becomes the Word made flesh as we sit with each other, as we wipe each other’s tears, as we listen to each other and as we love each other in the midst of our brokenness.
So as the Word made flesh, as brothers and sisters in Christ, God’s Word is made alive in this world through our words, actions and most especially through our love for one another. And it is in those moments of the Word made flesh that resurrection hope breaks through into this broken world.
“Painting is by nature a luminous language.”–Robert Delaunay
Walking into my mom’s room at the nursing home, your eye would immediately be drawn to a painting on the wall. That painting is a drawing and painting of my family; my parents, sister, and I. I am holding a balloon and in the middle of the balloon are painted the words “The Ulrich Family.” A baseball bat is leaning up against my dad. Even though, my parents have divorced. This painting holds a special place in our hearts as the painting was done by my aunt.
Growing up, my aunt was an artist who spent her days using her creative talents by decorating Dairy Queen ice cream cakes. I have always loved this about my aunt. Like me, she is a creative soul and God uses our creative souls to make the Word made flesh in this world.
Besides my aunt, there is my friend JK and her husband CK. They started their own business The Pink Moose–Colorado. Their logo states “vintage creative” and that is exactly who they are. I seriously want JK to come and decorate my house. She posted the above quote on her Instagram account for their business and I immediately had the idea for this post.
This summer, I got to spend some time with JK and her girls as we went shopping. As I watched JK in the store, picking out items for her latest project, I could see she was in her happy place. I love watching and seeing what her and CK create after finding treasures at a local sale.
Painting is indeed a luminous language; a language that is spread out through the paint strokes on the canvas the artist chooses to use in their life. And God uses many other creative outlets to bring about luminous language that makes the Word made flesh in this world.
In my landing page post, I shared about the many I have been gifted to watch create through the ways God has gifted them with creative souls. There are my photography friends like KK who have this way of capturing events and people in the most beautiful ways. There is my friend JC who creatively helps people share their stories through video. It’s incredible to watch all those I know with their creative souls create something holy out of nothing or out of very little.
I think of all of us writers with the words God often places upon our hearts and minds. Through words, through paintbrushes, through camera lens and photo lens, God uses God’s creative people to bring about the Word made flesh in this world.
As a creative being and writer, one of my all-time favorite verses is John 1:1 “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” There is something so incredibly holy about creating and using the gifts that God has given me…whether that is to write a book, a blog post, or write poetry. And God has blessed so many of my friends and family with this same gift.
For the creative souls in my life, thank you! Thank you for the ways you embody and make the Word made flesh through your photographs, through your videos, through your music, through your paintings and paintbrushes, through your words, through your poems and through so many other ways.
Thanks be to God for those gifts in our lives.
A little girl, teased on the playground, tears streaming down her face. But then the gift of a new friend who also was holding her own story. This sweet little girl, my friend Mandy, with her chubby cheeks a side effect to the medication she was taking due to the kidney transplant she had had the year prior. These two little girls quickly became friends.
Also linking up with Holly and Testimony Tuesday, Kelly and the RaRa linkup, Jennifer and Tell His Story, Holley and Coffee for your Heart, and Kristin and Three Word Wednesday.
“In the night in which he was betrayed, our Lord Jesus took bread, and gave thanks; broke it, and gave it to his disciples, saying; ‘Take and eat; this is my body, given for you. Do this for the remembrance of me.’ Again after supper, he took the cup, gave thanks, and gave it for all to drink, saying: ‘This cup is the new covenant in my blood, shed for you and for all people for the forgiveness of sin. Do this for the remembrance of me.'” (ELW; Holy Communion, Setting Two, P. 130)
Gathered in the basement community room, my new friends and I are sprawled out on the couches and chairs watching the movie Chocolat. A chocolate birthday cake sits on the table behind one of the couches. The smell of that sweet cake wafts into my friends Mike and Mark’s noses as we watch the movie. Soon the credits roll and the movie ends.
After the movie, it’s time to cut into the cake (my own birthday cake bought by me because I’ve only known these friends for a few hours now) One of my new friends suggests that we eat the cake like a pig….meaning with our hands. Before we know it, our hands are diving into the cake squishing and squeezing the crumbs of the cake into our hands and then into our mouths. Laughter erupts as we finish the cake. I’m practically rolling on the floor laughing.
That cake taught me so much about community and relationships and being surrounded by God’s people because that cake broke the ice as my friends and I got to know each other. God calls us to gather at the table; to break bread with brothers and sisters in Christ. For in breaking bread together, through the food set on the table, the Word is made flesh through that meal and through that gathered community.
This summer, my friends JL, AD and I broke bread together many times while in New Orleans. We sat at a hotel restaurant one evening after listening to the sweet sounds of Jazz at Preservation Hall and broke bread over wine and fresh seafood. Another day, we woke up before the sun rose and found our way to Daisy Dukes for breakfast. Throughout the week, I found myself breaking bread many many times with friends; old and new.
And there have been so many other instances too where I’ve broken bread with my friends and family. I met my blog friend CM in real life as we broke bread at a beloved NOLA restaurant. A year ago, my friends JA, TM and I met and broke bread over a shared meal together. My friend JD and I broke bread with strangers at a restaurant that serves family style.
The thing is that, all throughout our lives, God blesses those relationships and at the holy tables where we are called to gather and break bread together. Like God provided food for the 5000 gathered with loaves and fishes, God provides for us too through food.
And through food, a visible sign of nourishment, the Word is made flesh. The Word is made flesh through the hands that prepare it. The Word is made flesh through the food set before us. The Word is made flesh through the ways we experience food in new ways. The Word is made flesh in all the ways we gather in community and break bread at the holy table.
I hope someday we all can gather, break bread and share in the Word made flesh through the food set before us.
I thought since I preached today. I would share the Word made flesh through my sermon. I know not everyone will agree, but the words I shared and preached are where God led me. Enjoy my friends!
And just because it’s a fun video made by my friend JC to prepare for the 2018 ELCA Youth Gathering, here is the promo video. Enjoy!
Do you ever feel like your standing knee deep in a pit of mud and you can’t get out? I know that I do! I find myself standing in that pit trying to work my way out of that pit. Slipping and sliding, I try to work my way out of the pit. I grasp onto the side and try to claw my way out of the pit but I keep sinking and sliding back into that pit. The truth is that I need God to rescue me from the pit!
When I was working at SuperAwesomeBibleCamp, our campers loved our mud pit. But the mud pit also had quicksand spots where you could easily sink into the mud. Watching my campers trying to work their way out of that mud and asking for a friend’s hand to help them out reminds me of how we need our God to rescue us from our own pits.
Our pits all look different. Our pits might be parents divorcing. Our pits might be death. Our pits might be illness. Our pits are so many things. Yet the reality is that the pit is never too deep for our God. Our God gets down into the muck and mire of our lives and lifts us up out onto solid holy ground. Or in the words of one of my Instagram friends on their IG account today, “There is no pit so deep that God’s love is not deeper still!”
Exactly! God’s love is so deep that God is willing to go to all lengths to rescue us out of the pit. Some days you might find yourself on the edge of the pit, reaching out for God’s hand to pull you out. Other times you’ll find yourself so deep into the pit that you simply need to wait for God to come down into the muck and mire to rescue you. No matter where you are in the pit, God loves you so much that God set Gods son into the world to show us how much God loves us.
“For God so loved the world, that God gave Gods only Son into the world so that whoever believes in him shall not perish, but have everlasting life. God did not send Gods Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that we might have life through him.”–John 3:16-17
God sent God’s Son into the world as the Word made flesh; the Word made flesh who stands in the muck and mire of our pits with us. The Word made flesh who takes your hand and lifts you out of the pit. The Word made flesh who is willing to get dirty and stand in the pit with us because God loves us that much.
I am linking up for the Five Minute Friday. This is also Day Fourteen of the Write 31 Days challenge. The FMF is hosted by Kate Motaung on her blog Heading Home. Today’s prompt is “mail.” We would love to have you join us. Just hop onto Twitter on Thursday evenings and follow the #fmfparty. Hope to see you there.
I listen for the cluck of footsteps on my steps as the mail person walks up to my mailbox. I wait for the clank of the metal as the items are placed in it and the mailbox is closed. There is just something so holy about receiving real mail. (Today I got my Write 31 days mug and earlier this week, my FMF tshirt)
I wasn’t sure how I was going to tie my theme together, but I think I figured it out or rather God showed me. Mail often is the Word made flesh in the midst of sadnesss, joy, and so much more. Can you think of those times when words showed up in your mailbox at the right time?
I am reminded of when my grandma and grandpa passed away and all the sympathy cards that showed up in my mailbox. I am reminded of how my friends are grieving the loss of their baby boy and how it has been through items sent to them from all over the US that has blessed them.
God often uses our words through mail to bless and be the Word made flesh in this world; the Word made flesh during times of loss, the Word made flesh during times of great joy and new life, and so much more. What can you do this week to bless someone with the Word made flesh via mail in their mailboxes? I guarantee God will use your words to bless them!