Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Words Matter

Words Matter.

Years ago, a close relative said something to me that "stuck". You know what I mean? Sticky statements - either good or bad - that never go away and seem to replay themselves in our heads.

I was going to go visit where a lot of my family and friends lived. I told my relative that I was coming and I'd like to organize a get-together because I knew I wouldn't have time to see everyone individually. My relative said, "You know the world doesn't just stop spinning because Leslie comes to town." That stuck.

That was what was said. Here is what I heard, "You're annoying and not worth our time. Just stay home. You're bothering us." No, that was not the intention. No, that did not reflect the heart of the individual. But it stuck.

Recently, I went back to SC to visit, even though I had been there just a month and a half prior. I didn't tell many friends. I didn't want to make a fuss and honestly, my "sticky statement" was playing over and over in my head and heart. I figured they would be annoyed with me. I mean, the world doesn't just stop spinning when Leslie comes to town, right?

I thought I was doing my friends a favor. Keeping them from having to rearrange their schedules. Keeping them from having to drop everything to come see me again. I imagined the eye rolls as they had to try to "fit me into their busy lives". 
But I was wrong. So wrong.

My friends were so surprised I didn't let them know I was coming. They were disappointed, but not enough to let it stick with them. Instead, we planned a last minute get-together and those who could come, came. Those who couldn't, didn't. And the world kept spinning. And my heart began to heal a bit. How? Well, at our gathering, I told them the reason I didn't tell them I was coming was because I was afraid it would be an imposition. As we talked, I realized why. I shared my "sticky statement story" with them and as light was shed on it, it lost it's grip on my heart. As it turns out, the darkness it was hiding in was the super-glue holding it to my heart.

Words matter, friends. 
What we say has a lasting impact on the minds and hearts of those to whom we speak. Make those words count. Let the people you love know that you love them. Be careful with quick, hurtful statements. People can be very tenderhearted, even if they seem strong. And if someone ever said something negative to you that stuck, share it with someone you trust. Let it lose it's grip on you. And be free!

Friday, April 19, 2019


Since turning 50, something has happened to me. I know it's not a magical number or age, but there's
just no denying that my thoughts are shifting. I find myself realizing what's most important and what's absolutely not. I want to...
  • let someone take a picture of me without thinking of how fat I look, how bad my skin looks or how old I look...
  • not care what other people think about me. At all...
  • give more time and effort to making sure I'm emotionally, spiritually and physically healthy...
  • leave a legacy of love, acceptance, truth, joy and life with everyone I meet...
  • judge less, love more, live freely and give generously...
  • listen more, talk less.

I know 50 sounds old to some of you and young to others, but for me, 50 is actually quite freeing. In my 20's, I cared way too much for about my outward appearance, in my 30's, I cared way too much about how people perceived me as a person and a Christian, in my 40's, I started to realize that life is more complicated than I ever realized and much of what I had previously focused on was all in vain, but I fought against it and tried to live in my tradition. Now that I've begun my 50's, I hope that I can start truly living freely, in the truth of who God says I am. And I hope that as I come across others, they will feel that same love from me. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

My Journey Out of Legalism: What God is Teaching Me About Love

As a young girl, I was raised in a very legalistic church. We were taught that when someone did wrong things, the best thing to do was to show "tough love" and disconnect from them until they realized how awful their choices were. It was an act of love, they said.

When I was in 8th grade, my family left that church and our best friends there were told by the Pastor that they had to disconnect from us because we were now "the sinners". He said they couldn't be "unequally yoked" with us. They came over, opened their Bibles, read some scripture out of context, prayed with us (actually prayed FOR us - because they were the holy ones and we were the sinners who left that church for another, healthier one) and broke our hearts by walking out the door, never to be seen again.

This really stuck with me. I had never felt so abandoned in my life and I felt unloved, judged and like I couldn't measure up. It was devastating, to say the least.

When you are raised in legalism, something strange happens. Either you get very judgmental yourself, or you get angry and try to help others understand how dangerous legalism is or worst of all, you completely run from God because you feel like you can never measure up to His perfect standards. I've done all of the above - at different seasons of my life.

Currently, I'm in the "help others understand" category. But I find I still have to fight the deeply ingrained temptation to be legalistic, myself. If you don't understand what legalism is, allow me to paint this picture for you:
God tells you not to play in the street. Not because He's angry or mean, but because He loves you and wants you to be safe. If you do play in the street, in spite of His direction, He will still love you, but you will put yourself in danger. But you don't realize this. You think that playing in the street will cut you off from His love and make Him angry.  So you do all you can to make sure you play anywhere but the street, in order to make God happy and to make Him love you. 
When you play in the side walk right beside the street, you begin to fear that you are going to accidentally go into the street, so you step into the yard beside the sidewalk. But the temptation to go into the street is so strong, that you go inside the house. You find yourself looking out the window, and there's a deep desire to play near the street, so you close the curtains. The temptation to open the curtains gets so strong that you actually lock yourself into a closet because you don't want to peek out the window and see the street. 
Then, you tell everyone you come across that they, too, must not play on the sidewalk, in the yard, or near the window - they have to go into the closet, too. And if they don't, you judge them. If they play in the street, you abandon them instead of fighting for them. The reason you do this is because you have a false idea of who God is. So you behave the way you think He would toward you.  It's all about keeping the rules, not loving the person. Love is not the goal. This is legalism. It's when humans put rules around rules to keep people from sinning as an act of control - and it leads to disconnection and devastation.
As I was saying, I still fight the temptation to be legalistic. I find myself judging others instead of dealing with my own sin. It's much easier to judge others than it is to deal with my own stuff. I've lost some friends I really connected with by believing I was better than them and judging their behavior. How this breaks my heart!

Legalism is what makes us feel better about ourselves, when we behave the correct way. However, it can backfire on us - big time. You see, when you do end up "in the street" and find yourself doing something wrong, you begin to think God doesn't love you anymore and all hell breaks loose in your life.

If this is a struggle for you - if you find yourself thinking God is mad, unloving or cranky about your decisions, I want to encourage you. If you find you like to judge others and you disconnect with them if they end up in the street, please know this is not God's way.

In Matthew 23, Jesus had some pretty harsh words for the Pharisees - the people who loved the law and followed it to the letter, but did not love people. In verse 23, He said, “What sorrow awaits you teachers of religious law and you Pharisees. Hypocrites! For you are careful to tithe even the tiniest income from your herb gardens, but you ignore the more important aspects of the law—justice, mercy, and faith. You should tithe, yes, but do not neglect the more important things." 

See, they were good at obeying the Laws, but they were neglecting what Jesus said was more important - justice, mercy and faith. Earlier in the book of Matthew, Jesus said the greatest and most important commandment was to love the Lord your God with all of your heart, and soul and mind and to love your neighbor as yourself. Nowhere did He say, "The greatest law is not to play in the street." (or fill in the blank with a sin that you think is the worst of all).

Why would Jesus say this? Why would He say that the Law is summed up into one thing: to love? I believe it's because when we genuinely love others - no matter if they play in the street, the sidewalk, the yard, the house or the closet - that connection is so strong that it can break down even the coldest heart. When you love someone, despite their behavior, and you pursue connection with them no matter what - their heart can change. God knows that when people feel loved, they respond. But if we are always focused on their behavior, they will feel judged, unloved and misunderstood.

People change when hearts change. And hearts change when they are loved. But the goal cannot be to act like we love someone in order to change their heart - the goal must be to genuinely love them - unconditionally. When love is the goal, everyone wins. Our job is not to change people, that is the Holy Spirit's job. Our job is not to judge people, that is God's job. Our only job is to love people. I believe Billy Graham had a quote about this years ago. But it's just now sinking into my heart. 

And I like it.

How freeing is that?

Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Empty Nest, Full Heart

When I was a young mom, I would have older moms come up to me in the store and say things like, "Oh, you'll miss that one day! Enjoy it while you can!"and "It goes so fast!" They would look longingly at me with envy as I had a kid draped on my hip screaming in my ear, another in the cart throwing a fit and two others begging me for everything in the store they could see that had sugar in it.  I'd be wearing sweatpants and a messy bun. Make-up was a total luxury. No time, no energy, no sleep...

What in the world was she thinking?!

Today I will be dropping my youngest off at the airport to catch a flight back to SC to return to college after having her here for nearly one glorious month. And now I get it. 

What I wouldn't give...

to clean fingerprints off the sliding glass door...
to break up a fight...
to be woken in the middle of the night by a sweet voice needing mommy...
to hold and comfort a fussy baby...
to experience shopping with four kids, no sleep, no make-up and no energy...

Young moms are a bit envious of the quiet I experience these days. I get it. I've experienced that envy myself. But the noise, the chaos, the cleaning, the's all part of being a Mom. At least temporarily. And as each child has left the house one at a time and I sense that my very last one will be leaving the nest soon, I can honestly say I really do miss it.

Thank God, I will always have my role as a Mom. It may look different now, but it will always be my name to four amazing humans. And as I watch them grow, I'm proud of the job Rod and I have done with raising them. Really proud. My nest may just about be empty...but my heart has never been more full.

I can also honestly say that I look forward to discovering new adventures in this new season of life. After all, I went from being a daughter to a wife to a mom by the age of twenty. I am a nurturer by nature, that's how God created me. How can I use what I've learned as a Mom to serve the community around me? What will I do with all this time? Is there a support group for us? (haha) There are so many possibilities! No matter what I end up discovering, I'm sure at some point, you'll find me looking longingly at the frazzled mommy at the store, telling her to enjoy every moment, it goes so fast...

Got Questions?