Mind

If Dickinson’s wars in books be stowed,

Then mine to the page I may also owe...

Warrior's work’s done unscathed not;

Battle sans wound is battle unfought

Just as costly a battle ‘mid men

Is the battle that wages forever within

Internal mind’s toil never does cease--

Nor eternal soul’s war 'gainst it’s lease

The two at odds till their end they find,

Nevermore earthly, the wars of the mind.

T. Emerson

Waiting?

For as much as I've quoted others on here, I don't think I've ever posted someone else's blog. But, for several reasons I think this women speaks to this issue better (and perhaps more graciously) than I've ever been able to. Thank you, sister:

http://gracefortheroad.com/2012/02/03/idontwait/

Cor

What would happen if our culture took the idea of our names more seriously? What would happen if our culture--the way so many other cultures have--paid more credence to the meaning of a name?

Western culture isn't too concerned with it, but most ancient cultures, most tribal cultures (including Native Alaskan & American cultures), and perhaps even many cultures in the East lend much more weight to the power name can have to speak over one's life.

I'm reminded of this off and on. A dear, dear friend read this quote to me the other day, and it hit me hard. Humbling & hopeful all at the same time.

May my name speak over my life. In all the ways it means.

"The root of the word courage is cor -- the Latin word for heart.  In one of its earliest forms, the word courage had a very different definition than it does today.  Courage originally meant "To speak one's mind by telling all one's heart."  Over time, this definition has changed, and today, courage is more synonymous with being heroic.  Heroics is important and we certainly need heroes, but I think we've lost touch with the idea that speaking honestly and openly about who we are, about what we're feeling, and about our experiences (good and bad) is the definition of courage.  Heroics is often about putting out life on the line.  Ordinary courage is about putting our vulnerability on the line.  In today's world, that's pretty extraordinary."

- from The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown

Tracy, Name Meaning, Origin, Detailed Name Information & Meaning of Names at NameLab - FamilyEducation.com

Marathon

Il y a des fois

que je ne sais pas

pourquoi les choses arrivent.

La guerre est laid

La mort se fait

Et on l’appelle “la vie”

Mais j’attends un jour

Où la terre ne tourne

Et la tristesse fait la fuite.

T. Emerson

For Boston, today. More than my thoughts are with you.

Studio Dialogue V

“Master, why did you quit?” She finally asked, exasperated.

“I didn’t quit.” He replied.

As usual, she got the feeling He knew exactly where their conversation was going before she uttered a syllable. She also knew it was no game to Him to “humor” her questions and work through them with her--He loved it. Although she doubted this fact at times, it never seemed to stop her in the end from continuing to dialogue. She couldn’t get enough of the Master Painter.

“But you’re not doing anything,” the little piece of art mustered. “I haven’t felt your brush in a really long time.”

The Painter sat back and sighed, not a frustrated sigh, but a loving, patient one instead, satisfied--as if He’d just been waiting for this conversation to materialize.

“The notion that I am only at work when you feel or perceive it, Love, is a false one.”

He smiled knowingly at her thoughtful pause. Her classic puzzlement was also not unexpected.

“But what does that even mean? I'm just supposed to ‘trust’ that You’re not done even when I don’t feel anything?” The painting said, still mildly frustrated.

The Painter squinted a bit at the question, and answered, “You don’t have to do anything, my dear, but you’re on the right track: Trust.”

“What? I don’t get it.” She said, slightly defeated.

“Well, to ‘trust’ or not is always, a choice, my dear, and one that belongs to you alone.”

“Okay." She perked up, "I can understand that, but what I don’t get, I guess, is the difference between if I do ‘trust’ and if I don’t. Like, what does that have to do with anything?”

He smiled. She was quite often surprised at how even though He always seemed to know what she would say next, He never tired of her and almost seemed to even lead her questions. And this time, she could tell, she’d asked exactly what He wanted her to.

“To trust or not to trust is the difference between Art and Masterpiece.” 

He waited, as if to let her process for a moment, and then continued. “You are, and always will be a painting: a piece of art, intended for beauty and inspiration and everything else that art represents. That fact is immutable, but to trust or not to trust is the difference between remaining as the Art that you are now and becoming the Masterpiece that you were intended to be. I can be 'done' anytime you choose. But if you decide to let me be the the artist that I Am you will not always understand what it is I’m doing or how I’m doing it: Trust is ultimately the difference between good and best.

“Oh yeah. Good and best. We’ve been over that.” She said, after a while.

“Yes, we have.” He nodded, cheerfully.

“So, you said that You haven’t quit. You’re not done working on me, right? I mean, if I choose to trust like you said or whatever...?

“Or whatever...?” He laughed, and the colors on her canvas blushed a little. “Yes, it would follow, wouldn’t it?” He said, still laughing.

“So....” She trailed off, not sure if she wanted to finish the thought she began.

“Yes?”

“...well...” She held back only long enough to see in His eyes that he already knew, once more. “...Does every painting have to do the same thing?”

He nodded, not in answer to the question but in order to validate her inquiry.

“Yes and no.” He said, “There are principles in Art that apply to any piece. But fundamentally speaking, what is 'artistic' about every piece is its inherent uniqueness. The unique nature of any piece is due to the artist permitted to work on it, and the journey it undergoes. Therefore, as distinctive as every piece is, so will its process be. You, my Love, have only your process to worry about. And there will be times when your process will seem static for a time, but things are not always as they seem.”

“Okay,” She said, not skipping a beat, “But can You tell me when I’ll be able to know or feel You working on me again?!”

“No, honey, therein lies the rub. For now, it is for you to trust.”

“Okay, but what about why? It would make it ALL easier if I just knew why!”

He shook His head and didn’t speak for a while. She was wondering if He’d forgotten that she’d asked the question, but then feared a bit that He hadn’t. Maybe she’d crossed a line with the Painter that she shouldn’t have.

After a substantial silence, the Painter unsealed his pursed lips and finally spoke. The painting was relieved at His ever patient tone, but the twinge of pain in His voice was not lost on her either.

“I wish I could show you why, Love, but I can’t. It’s not something that you can grasp now nor benefit from. There will be a time, Someday, when you will understand so, so much more about your process, your journey, and your story. And as much as I long for that day as well, it is not now....”

He appeared to choke up a moment before finishing His thought:

“But regardless of that, please know that while your waiting and trusting--should you choose to--I love you and know what I’m doing. There is reason behind it all.”

She heard and understood, to the degree to which her mere capacity allowed. She knew He’d spoken and that He meant it and it was true. The Painter gazed at His small piece of art and she knew He was planning and dreaming for her. His plans and dreams weren’t always easily canvassed--but they also weren’t only good indeed, but best in the end. 

“Alright, Master.” She said with a freeing resignation. “But I hope it’s okay if it’s not easy for me. Like, ever.

In response, His gaze only glowed and deepened. Sometimes He didn’t need to speak. She knew He'd heard.

The Other Side and Thoughts on the Idea of Justice

This morning, on my run, I was thinking about how many times in my life while going through a rough time I would wonder to myself if I was just being “ungrateful” for having a hard time with given circumstances and later I would look back on that season and just think in retrospect how good I had it and regret not appreciating such a “rough patch” for what what it really was.

Not sure if that is even articulated clearly, but I also realized once more this morning that every difficult season of my life that I can look back on I don’t regret going through, but I am most decidedly glad it’s over.

I’m sitting on the other side of a lot right now. I’m “happier” now than I have been in about 2 1/2-3 years. Praise God. I’ve come out healthy and wiser on the other side of an emotional roller coaster involving a few people, a foreign country (read: culture), and a seemingly eternal spell of no direction, and I am able to breathe deeper and begin to see what God has done and is still doing in me through all of that.

But, I’d never want to go back and do it again. Some moments, I realize, I made the right choice just barely. And some situations, I can see now, I got out of or through by the skin of my teeth. And only because I was tearfully on my face for a lot of it.

But He is good. Not safe, as I’m so often reminded, but good. It’s also nice to be able to look back on some of these vaguely described difficulties and know that they were legitimately difficult and that I still do not wish that could go back and “appreciate how good I had it”. I am so, so grateful to have gone through it all--but am equally grateful to be done.

Funny that such a past musing would resurface this morning on my run. Also kinda funny to have some of my past validated by a more objective and happy me now. Makes me chuckle a bit.

On a completely different note, I’m still loving my job. I knew that when God would give me a job and/or direction, it would be a veritable catapult and I wouldn’t know what hit me.

That said, I’ve long suspected that I have some sort of intellectual leaning for the law. This new job has confirmed it for me. I have found a thing that clicks.  This is the way my mind works.

I come home now a very different tired than before. Before, it was because I was on my feet all day and dealing with people--now it’s because I don’t stop learning all day, all week long. I haven’t gotten bored yet and I love that! He knows me. :)

I’ve been thinking a lot about why this is that the field of “law” resonates with me so. For all of this time and through college I’ve also felt this way about languages. Words, mother tongue or foreign--they fascinate me. At first glance the two subject matters don’t seem to relate at all. But I’ve come to realize that they do indeed. It’s kinda cool.

One of the things that I have always loved about language is that it’s very black and white in one sense--but so grey in another. You learn a set of rules, grammar, vocabulary, and all of the et cetera framework that it takes to execute the language effectively. However, all of these things are just tools to accomplish something far more grey, and that is communication.

Communication involves so much more than just the words that are said. And those who are the best at it understand this. It involves countless other nuances, including understanding your audience, body language, cultural savvy, timing...and the list goes on.

I’ve come to realize that law is to justice what language is to communication. The law is in black and white--most literally--but justice involves so much more and is inevitably situational. I love it.

I smile to myself when I think about this. Funny how two seemingly unrelated things could turn out to have so much in common, huh?

Cool.

Ebenezer.

6/9/12

Lord,

There is so much to remind me right now that You are Faithful. It is so validating right now to know that I wasn’t crazy. You really were saying wait. You really were working on and in  and through me, and You really did have something for me. I really was hearing You, and accurately.

Some of those days were really dark. You were there. You were so there.

And I learned so much.

I learned that there is a huge difference between a want and a need. Most of the time the difference is in your attitude.

I learned that living within your means is not about how much money you make it is about discipline. And understanding the difference between a want and a need.

I learned that my Daily Bread can come in any form. For me, it often appears in words. From the Bible, from others, from something I read throughout the day....but if my heart is present, I know where those words are from.

I learned that I have a tendency to find my self-worth and security in what I do or where I’m headed. In my purpose and direction. I think, Lord, I understand why You took that away from me this year, because I didn’t know that about myself. God forbid that I rest in anything but You. God, forbid that I ever forget who I am and Who I belong to. My purpose is wherever and in whatever You want, because YOU alone know exactly where you can use me not just well, but best in Your Kingdom. And God, forbid that I ever want anything but that.

I learned that my purpose can indeed sometimes best served in coffee shop. And in a French restaurant in a seedy part of town. That Your work is done anywhere. That “big things” aren’t in “big places”. That Your Economy has nothing to do with mine right now (and may mine change), because earthly geography and first world economy don’t necessarily speak to the economy of Your Kingdom. Though Yours most definitely speaks to ours.

I learned a ton about the power of prayer. It ain't messing around. And this life we live isn't about flesh and blood....Wow. May I never forget.

God, thank You, for all that You brought me through and all that You taught me this year, even though I was not always a willing student. Thank you for your grace in not letting me go “anywhere” until I did.

And thank You, thank You again for this job. May I not lose sight of the fact that this position right now is probably a stepping stone for something else. Father, may I be a ready and willing and pliable student in the office of the District Attorney and may I be prepared for what You’ll have for me next. But whatever I do and wherever I go may I not lose sight of why I get up in the morning and who I get up for. It’s for You. Who created me and has prepared every day for me in advance that I may go and live it and live it well for You. May I never forget.

Give me powers of concentration and learning here in this job. Grant me favor with my supervisor and my co-workers. May I be Your hands and feet....even if that may mean typing with those hands and going between to floors of stairs with my feet right now. May I not forget that this was a gift from You. A gift when I was ready for it.

Father, show me what firstfruits means here. I’ll give them to you. Whatever it means. And give me an ebenezer, may this be a stake in the ground that I may not forget what this year has taught me.

May this be a stake in the ground. Thank You, from a very humbled servant. Thank You for coming through. I’m sorry that You always knew You would but I didn’t. May this be a stake in the ground to remind me that You are faithful. And may I be too.....

Traci

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By Your Side lyrics
Songwriters: Donehey, Michael; Ingram, Jason David; Larue, Phillip;

Why are you striving these days?
Why are you trying to earn grace?
Why are you crying?
Let me lift up your face, just don't turn away

Why are you looking for love?
Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough?
To where will you go child?
Tell me where will you run, to where will you run?

'Cos I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Look at these hands at my side
They swallowed the grave on that night
When I drank the world's sin
So I could carry you in and give you life
I wanna give you life

And I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

'Cause I, I love you, I want you to know
That I, yeah I love you, I'll never let you go
No, no

And I'll be by your side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side wherever you fall
In the dead of night whenever you call
And please don't fight these hands that are holding you
My hands are holding you

Here at my side
My hands are holding you