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my eyes – to turn or not to turn…

[A sneak peek into my book. From the chapter "Love Takes Risks"]

Do you remember the first time you rode a two wheel bike? The day when training wheels became a thing of the past? Those things only babies used? I can recall my big girl bike day very well! My training wheels had been removed just days before and I was riding my bike with the assistance of anyone I could bribe into jogging beside me. I guess you can say now I had human training wheels. I still couldn’t ride a bike without someone running alongside, hands gripped to my banana seat, as I’d wobble en route for the nearest parked car. Nonetheless, those plastic, crooked rusty old wheels were off and I was ready for the next step…or so I thought!

 

It started out a scrape and scab free morning. All I wanted was to jump on my bike, hoping this would be the day I would ride all on my own. After several not so subtle manipulating hints I finally convinced a family friend it was time for my lesson and with that we headed out for the drama.

 

Off we were back and forth on a little dirt road. Even with him holding on, as I peddled my little heart out, I found it difficult to stay balanced. But just knowing he was there provided all the confidence I needed. So off I would go and he would shout out, “Good job Tam!” and I’d peddle even faster and my smile would get wider. In no time at all I felt comfortable enough to start talking to my human set of training wheels as I rode…all at the same time…thinking to myself, “I don’t know what all the fuss is about – this is so easy!” My confidence was building as I became certain of myself and my riding abilities.

 

Then suddenly in the middle of my spastic chatter he failed to answer one of my questions. So I asked him again and once more, no response. So, yes I did, I turned my head around to ask him one more time and he was gone! He was standing at least 100 feet behind with a big smile on his face yelling, “You’re doing it Tam, You’re doing it!” I’m doing it? I’m doing what? Wait, you’re back there and I’m…OH MY GOSH I’M DOING IT!!! The coolness and assurance I had felt just seconds earlier quickly turned into colossal fear! Then the predictable happened. As I turned back around to see just where I was headed I found myself heading directly south right onto the gravel road! It was the longest fall of my life and I fought all the way down until I was weaved in and out like a pretzel in my bike frame. I was scraped from head to toe, well as much scraping as a 3 mph fall can get you…either way it hurt! My deserter came running as I screamed at him, “Why did you let go?!!” He asked in return, “Why did you look back?”

 

Well here I am 30’ish years later and not much has changed. Yes, the parallels are jumping off the page! My friend wasn’t at fault for letting go of my bike, he knew I was ready. I fell because I took my eyes off the goal and became “ascared”. I can’t even begin counting the times I have looked back and taken my focus off what lies ahead. In many ways I am still that little girl on a bike. Sometimes I find myself looking behind when I’m in doubt hoping to find something familiar and common because I’m too afraid of the unknown. And many times, I fall flat on my face.

 

Lately I’ve been meditating on God’s Omnipresence.  The reality of Him existing everywhere at the same time is a lot to grasp. But because I am a believer in His word I believe everything about Him as well. There are times still when it seems He has stepped out of the room and I’m left on my own. But it only feels that way. Certainly He can’t be away from me or out of my presence being omnipresent and all.

 

So what is it that causes me to feel such a gap or absence? For myself it is almost always a faith issue. What might begin as a strong bring it on world expedition can quickly become a personal setback at the first glimpse of disorder. And no feeling at that point seems to be excused from how I might respond to the hurdles. That’s where my struggle begins. I allow my feelings to dictate my response to adversity. When instead I should be leaning on God’s word, His truths and the knowledge He has put in my heart and mind to guide me; not the sting of fear in that moment.

 

When my friend let go of my bike he knew I could ride on my own. Before that second he’d held on very tight and picked me up each time I became one with the ground. He knew precisely when I was ready to ride off by myself. Even though he let go – he was also still there. He wasn’t physically attached to my banana seat any longer but when I turned around I still saw him – I wasn’t out of his sight. He stood back and watched me graduate to the next stage. Of course when it all came crashing down he was there on the spot tending to my self inflicted wounds and helping to get me back on that bike.

 

I don’t know about you but I still have yet to master balancing life on or off a bike. But the Master who holds everything in balance, including me, knows exactly what He’s doing! I must trust that when He let’s go it’s because He knows I’m ready. I must also believe that just because He let’s go does not mean He has left me alone, even if it feels that way. Fear and little faith can play vicious mind games. But they can never change the living God.

 

I think of Peter when he walked on the water toward Jesus. The second he saw the waves and felt the strong winds he became terrified and began to sink. He shouted, Save me, Lord!” Jesus immediately reached out and grabbed him and then said to Peter, “You have so little faith. Why did you doubt me?” Peter took his eyes off of Jesus and began focusing on the storm raging around him and down he went. Just like my solo bike ride…I took my eyes off the goal when I feared my surroundings had changed and down I went also!


Today it is essential that I believe my Lord is always – in His Omnipresence – right here, right now. When confronting doubting Thomas – Jesus said, “You believe because you have seen me. Blessed are those who believe without seeing me.” Whether I see Him with my eyes or not does not change the fact that He is who He says He is! He is an all knowing, ever present, loving God who knows precisely what He’s doing…Jeremiah 29-11-14a, “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope. In those days when you pray, I will listen. If you look for me wholeheartedly, you will find me. I will be found by you,” says the Lord. That is a promise worth believing in!

The Fight Is Worth It

The past is the past. Today is now. Tomorrow is full of hope.

I challenged a friend to say this out loud each morning before their feet hit the floor. Easy words to say but not easy to live out.

The past is the past? What does that even mean, Tam? I’ve never been able to forget my past. The saying, “forgive and forget”… Forgive? Yes. Forget? I’m not sure we truly can. In spending years dealing with my past I have learned a few things.

1-While it is hard to bless and release offenders, it is one of the most therapeutic, powerful and freeing choices one can make.
2-Forgiving does not equal condoning, it equals releasing their/its power over you.
3-Past memories that often creep into mind can serve as two powerful tools…
     * Uninvited memories of offenses can be valuable reminders to empathize with others currently struggling to forgive.
      * Memories of poor past decisions personally made can serve as reminders of whom we do not want to be again.
4-Invite a handful of safe, and trusted, people to surround you. Get honest and vulnerable before them and allow them to help you navigate through healing and forgiving.
5-Sit quietly with God as often as you can. Just listen. Be still and know He is God…we are not.

Choosing to sit in the past is like hardening cement to the soul – quick sand to the heart. Dig out. The fight is worth it.

 

 

 

 

Guybrow to Guybrows one pluck at a time

Let’s be honest…even men should groom their eyebrows. At least the unruly ones, right? Well, below is what happens when a few ladies just can’t take an unruly mans eyebrows any longer…

GuyBrow from Brent Hodge on Vimeo.

Nate Lampa, Laura Elizabeth, Kass Hodge

Happy Hodge+Tennessee Anniversary!

One year ago, June 13th, we crossed over the TN state line after a 5 day 2,300 mile journey from Southern Oregon. This was a huge move for our family but a move we knew we were called to make and needed to make.

Though we left family and the closest friends we’ve ever had…this is home. This is home.

This faith journey has been amazing. It has been scary. It has been enlightening. Motivating. Lonely. Fulfilling. Thrilling. Inspiring. Challenging. It has been everything we expected and more. We all have grown tremendously this last year.

Brent continues to flourish in his role as Campus Pastor at Cross Point’s Hendersonville campus.

The kids are knee deep in ministry and music activities and they love every second of it.

They both play on the adult and youth teams. Here’s a video of both of them on team for a youth function. Kota on drums and Kass on lead.

I am nearing the end of completing my 1st book.

We are all soaking in this towns creative pulse. We feed off of it. We love just walking the streets of downtown taking everything in

We are growing accustomed to the whacky weather and insects. We’re even calling ‘BBQ’ing’ “Grillin Out” now after being told that, “BBQ is something you eat, not do!”.  But a shopping cart is still a shopping cart…not a Buggy.

To all here who have embraced us, welcomed us in and walked us through this first year…Thank you! You have made this journey so much easier for our family.

Thank you Cross Point for taking a chance on us. We love serving with you!

We love Tennessee!

It’s good to be home.

 

 

The hard questions…

Ya know the funny thing about yesterdays post - I crave for the people in my life to be open and honest with me. Yet, I was not with so many last week.

Today I ran across a post in my drafts where I had written this:

I love, love, LOVE when people are real and forthcoming with me. When they know they can tell me anything. My goal in relationships is to let other people know I am safe and trustworthy. That is a very important quality to me so I assume it is important to others as well. Being a safe place to land for a loved one is crucial to me.

Then I asked myself… So, Tam, what you are expecting from others you are not truly willing to return?

I went on to read in this post-draft:

…and it hurts when I learn that something, or some things, have been withheld from me by a loved one/close friend. Perhaps I am not the safe place I thought I had constructed.

And this all has left me with a question…

Are we really the kind of friends that we expect others to be to us?

Are we doing enough self-evaluating? Are we allowing others to challenge us and speak the hard truths into our lives?

People. Fellowship. Community – all essentials of living. Togetherness.

I believe that when a community, any community, can expose who they really are…they link arm and arm together – creating a bond that with each link becomes harder to break.

At this moment, I am evaluating the strength of the link I am responsible for…

Will you?

 

His Clarity Is Enough

My OneWord 2011 is Clarity.

Clarity has come and gone in waves these last 5 1/2 months. There have been moments where it seemed I was being allowed glimpses into what I thought I needed to know.

There have been days where I have felt certain and confident, not in me, but in God’s direction of this life. And there are days when I have not.

My personality is one that doesn’t worry a ton. I am a pretty stable person. It takes a whole lot to get to me.

But since making Clarity a focus (accidental pun) of mine I have found that my heart, my desires, my patience…are quite fickle and conditional.

Perhaps I am not as steady as I thought I was.

Perhaps making Clarity my One Word this year was God showing me that I am not who I thought I was. That I lean too much on my own understanding. That I depend too much on what is within my feeble little power to see and control.

So, as I sit in limbo I realize that the only clear thing in my life is God.

That clarity isn’t about what I can see…but about what God already knows.

The hard truth…I don’t have to know it all. I don’t have to see what’s around the next corner. I just have to trust that He is not only with me now…but that He’s already waiting around the mystery corner for me. And when I turn it will be then, and only then, that I will understand the next steps I am to take.

And until that moment…I need to put one foot in front of the other, mindful to not miss anything along the path, and trust that His clarity is enough.

My Gifts

These are my kiddos. The two babies I never thought I would have.

I mean, as a little girl, I always dreamed of having two children. One boy – one girl.

But in the time that was lived in the in-between…I thought I had ruined that dream. I was certain I wrecked any chance of ever having children.

Worse yet, I just knew God wouldn’t allow it.

After my second abortion, at the age of 17, I realized that I may have just destroyed my chances of having children in the future. Suffering through the recovery of this, near botched, procedure it occurred to me that the odds of me ever getting pregnant again might have become very slim.

Fast forward 6 years and I’m married and pregnant with my first child, Kassidi. Having not yet told a soul about my abortions, and certainly having not accepted Gods forgiveness or having the ability to even forgive myself, I was positive God would end this pregnancy for me. I know it’s not how He works. But my heart wasn’t working quite right, either.

Fast forward eight months and I’m delivering Kassidi one month early. I acknowledged the possibility that God may take her from me right then. He may let me see her then snatch her fast away. My rationale…she would be safer with Him – not me. Not someone who was capable of, and who had, short-changed lives in the past.

But He didn’t. He could have. He had every right. But, He didn’t.

Why? Because, thankfully, He does not think, or work, like we think or work.

My childhood dream of becoming a mother came true. But I had no idea then that I would be capable of nearly destroying it. No, I didn’t see that kind of me in my little girl daydream.

I do not know why I have been blessed with these two children. I really don’t. But I do know this…they are the most beautiful gifts I have ever received. Most assuredly undeserved.

What about you…what have you been given in life that just blows your mind every time you think about it?

God’s there, listening…

Puttin it out there…

I just don’t feel well. Some of you may know that I have Lupus. I despise this disease. It is nothing less than cruel. It affects many people in different ways. I feel the effects of it daily. But most days, I feel “fine”. My fine, however, might be the average persons “calling in to use a sick day” fine.

By all appearances, one might never guess I live with Lupus. Other than a couple swollen fingers, I look okay.

But inside…not so much. I feel it. And this week, I’ve felt it a lot. I can tell it’s messing with my lungs this week. I can feel the tightness and pain in the center of my chest. My joints are screaming obscenities at me. And, I may be screaming them back ;) Alright…I am =D

I’ve done some research today on this ridiculous disease and have decided to cut out some things in my diet. Foods I enjoy, but my body may not.

Dairy. Red meat. Nightshade vegetables such as tomatoes, potatoes, peppers.

I’m gonna start there.

I realize supplements will be vital. Brent and I will be making a trip to the health store this week to see what we can get. The site I linked to has some suggestions.

I share this with you not for pity. I don’t want pity. I would love your prayers, tho! Also, I would love your accountability. Ask me about my diet. I also need to get back to the gym, reduce my stress. Ask me about those things as well when/if it comes to mind.

And lastly, but more importantly, please pray Joanne Heim. I’m sure most of you have been reading about her story. A young woman, late 30′s, went for a jog last week and suffered a massive stroke. She is in very critical condition. There is a widget for her to the left of this post.

Now, I would love, as well as be honored, to know how I can be praying for you this week. Please share in the comments. And I trust that this community will join in prayer on your behalf. If you feel you can not share it publicly, please email me…

tinprogress@gmail.com

“God’s there, listening to all who pray, for all who pray and mean it. He does what’s best for those who fear him – hears them call out, and saves them.” Psalms 146: 18&19 The Message

Longing for the shore

Lots going on in my head.

Thoughts swirling about like a raging sea, unsettled and roaring.

Yet, I know those raging waves must eventually meet the shore…solid ground, a stable land.

Thinking about my OneWord – Clarity. Just a month ago, I wouldn’t have seen the potential of dry, solid, land ahead. And though I see it now, I also know there is uncertainty in the journey still. But I am certain that God is with me in the journey. This I know to the bottom of my toes.

And if my toes never touch the sand of the shore – I will know it is because I’m being carried.

I have to be honest here…I write these words more for me than for you. I needed to see it in black and white. The raging sea of thoughts and “what if’s” inside my head is exhausting me. I feel a bit overwhelmed, heavy.

This year has delivered much so far. Some of it you know, some you do not. I know God is working in me to work these things, and more, out. Revealing atrophied spiritual muscles of faith, commitment, hope and trust.

And I can sincerely say I am glad for this. Oh how I do not want to live a life of mediocrity. Clearly, God doesn’t want that either.

One more thing…I know I chose a OneWord last year, but for the life of me I cannot recall what it was. It could’ve been focus or shell-fish for all I know! Well, obviously it wasn’t focus :/

I’m thinking I won’t be forgetting “Clarity” this year!

Let me ask you…When life is weighty, how do you respond?

it’s a common courtesy

Brent and I have very few rules in our marriage. We have “common courtesy expectations”.

One being…no lunch or coffee dates with the opposite sex.

It’s a respect thing. It’s an accountability thing.

It’s not that we don’t trust one another. But we also do not want to foster environments that might have potential for mistakes or temptation.

Also, being in ministry, we have found that even the most well intentioned people can get the wrong impression and start the gossip train. Then…Brent’s position is compromised. And that’s just not worth it.

I am friends with my ex-boyfriend on Facebook (the one I had the abortions with). The other morning I woke up after having a very disturbing dream about my ex and I couldn’t shake it. I felt something was seriously wrong with him. I shared it with Brent and he suggested I send him a message.

We trust each other.

We also respect each other enough to let the other in. We’ve had to share some very hard things with one other. Moments in our lives, bad choices we’ve made, that have put us on a journey of accountability and to a stronger trust.

These simple “common courtesy expectations” allow our marriage to exhale. I feel safe with Brent. He feels safe with me.

Letting each other in is worth it.

What are some things you have in place in your marriage, or witnessed in your parents’ marriage, that have protected your/their relationship?