Friday Gallery: Bulldog Tattoo in the Artist Spotlight!

For my first Artist Spotlight, I want to highlight a piece of art near and dear to my heart.

And nearer and dearer to my upper arm…

When my kids were little, there was a very popular philosophy of parenting that went something like this:

Our job as parents is to fill our children’s buckets of self-esteem so full that no matter how many holes the world pokes, it won’t run dry. 

Pinterest became flooded with charts and graphics highlighting “bucket filling” compliments and self-esteem-builders parents needed to be constantly pouring into their children.

I love a good compliment.

I’m a big fan of giving my children love.

And the concept of filling their buckets sounds kind of sweet, I suppose.

And it sounds like a lot of pressure.

And it sounds like…

well….it kind of sounds like crap.

I am one person. I could spend every waking minute of my children’s lives “filling their buckets” with compliments and encouragement and it would not be enough to combat the many voices they will encounter in their lifetime who will poke holes in their buckets.

As much I love my children, I also know I’m not always the perfect model of patience and grace (seriously. It’s true) and sometimes I’m going to mess up and poke a few holes in their buckets myself (read: all.the.time). Not to mention – what would happen if I was suddenly taken from them, after teaching them that their self-worth was built on how full I could fill their buckets?

There must be another way.

Enter the children’s book “You Are Special” by Max Lucado.

In the world Lucado creates, a village of wooden people called Wemmicks spend their days plastering other villagers with stickers – gold stars for compliment worthy actions or appearances, black dots for perceived failures. The Wemmick version of filling, and poking holes in, buckets.

One Wemmick, Punchinello, spends his days trying to earn stars, trying to earn acceptance from others, only to be repeatedly covered with dots. Dejected, he wanders the village and eventually happens upon a Wemmick named Lucia who, much to his surprise, has NO stickers.

No dots.

No stars. 

She responds to his curiosity by bringing him to meet the woodcarver who created the Wemmicks. The woodcarver reminds Punchinello of his inherent value, his worth as a created being, regardless of his appearance, talents, any other qualifier, or any other person’s opinion. 

As Punchinello is bathed in those reminders, one of his stickers begins to peel and fall away. 

No matter how many stars we gather, there are always going to be dots. The stars alone will never feel like enough and there will never be enough water to overcome the holes others will poke in our buckets.

But the stickers only stick if they matter to you.

When you know that you have inherent worth, that you are loved as a created being, no matter what you or others say about you, no matter how people treat you, the stars and dots don’t measure our value. 

Measuring our life based on the stars and dots we receive from others or place on ourselves leads to transaction-based relationships, and transaction-based relationships far too often result in control, manipulation, and abuse. These are not the basis of real relationships. Love is.

Fresh Ink from Kerry @ Bulldog Tattoo, reminding me to let the stars and dots peel away.

Much love and gratitude to Kerry at Bulldog Tattoo for his incredible work turning this idea into a piece of art I can carry with me everywhere, reminding me that “the stickers only stick if you let them.”

(his worth is not based on what a great job he did creating this piece, but I still believe compliments and gratitude are worth sharing!)

You can check Kerry out on Instagram to see more of his work, and you can order “You are Special” by Max Lucado just about anywhere books are sold online. Available in hardcover, paperback and a condensed board book.

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On Wednesdays We Reflect: What is Love (Baby, Don’t Hurt Me, No More)

What is the basis of healthy relationships? 

Love. 

Love is the motivation and the language and the boundaries. 

Never has something been written about more, or understood and practiced less. 

If we want healthy relationships – real relationships – we need love. 

Love is the imperative.

So what is love? What is loving?

All I keep coming back to is that love is grace and truth and love doesn’t look the same in every situation. That’s part of what makes love so hard to define.

We are provided with frameworks for love and then we begin to systematize Love. We turn the poetic descriptions into rules and then weaponize the rules and call it faith.

Love is not a weapon.

What does it look like to love, to actually love, in every situation, and to recognize that love may not look the same in every situation?

What does it look like to think about how our love offerings may be perceived and received by others?

As I have considered what it means to be loving, I’ve spent time reading through 1 Corinthians 13. It’s one of the most commonly quoted sections of scripture regarding the subject of love, so commonly quoted it is known as “the love chapter,” and like so many other descriptions of love, it has not just been quoted but also misquoted, misunderstood, misused, and weaponized. As I read through the chapter, I considered each section, and thought about how Jesus applied love in various circumstances.

LOVE is patient

 And with WISDOM, there is a time LOVE says, “enough”

LOVE is kind

 Kind is not necessarily nice. Kind is not passive. Kind is not permissive.

LOVE does not envy

 LOVE sees that what is sacrificially given multiplies.

LOVE does not boast

 It’s not mine, it never was mine,

 boasting is grasping and when we grasp, we strangle LOVE

LOVE is not proud

 LOVE is vulnerable. Open palms facing up.

LOVE does not dishonor others.

 LOVE holds space for humanity and God in you.

 LOVE does not permit space for evil actions.

LOVE is not self-seeking

 Self is temporary. LOVE is eternal. Self is finite, LOVE is infinite

LOVE is not easily angered

 LOVE can reach anger. LOVE uses anger. LOVE does not start with anger.

LOVE keeps no record of wrongs

 LOVE does not count the spots on the apple, and LOVE recognizes poisoned fruit.

LOVE does not delight in evil

 No matter the justification. No matter the situation. No matter the perpetrator.

LOVE rejoices with the truth

 No matter the difficulty. No matter the situation. No matter the speaker.

LOVE always protects

 Protects truth, not lies. Protects honor, not evil. Protects kindness, not pride.

LOVE always trusts

 Rejoicing with the truth and taking no delight in evil.

LOVE always hopes

 With surety and faith, not wishes.

LOVE always perseveres.

 Patiently protesting,

 giving and releasing,

 honoring truth,

 protecting in kindness

 and hoping,

 always active.

Season Two: How Do We Reengage?

Like little flowers poking through cement, there are signs of life peeking out all around me after what has felt like a very long cold lonely winter, literally and metaphorically.

Vaccinations are increasing, restrictions are lifting, and people are testing out various ways of engaging in social activities. 

There have been a lot of things I’ve relished through this passing season of isolation.

I’ve enjoyed beginning friendships with people around the world I likely never would have engaged with if I was caught up in my in-person life a few years ago.

I’ve loved the variety of online churches, podcasts, and blogs I’ve been able to seek out. 

I’ve loved gathering around the table, sharing a meal with my family during a service or event.

I’ve loved being able to pause videos and discuss questions or look up references, rewinding to get a second listen to something I missed or didn’t understand. 

I LOVE that I can’t remember how long it’s been since I stood awkwardly through an in-person church “Meet and Greet” moment in the middle of a service.

Quarantine has been a really good excuse not to participate in uncomfortable things.

It can be temptingly easy to hide behind a laptop screen, text wall, and quarantined home instead of engaging with people.

I legitimately stand by our decisions about the level of separation we engaged in…..and….It can also turn into an excuse.

But Covid and other physical health issues aren’t the only reason we end up separated and isolated. 

My season of separation began long before Covid was a thing.

Getting divorced in a culture which holds to (largely unwritten) beliefs about divorce being one of the only sins which wasn’t covered on the cross (along with homosexuality, views on hymns vs. choruses and coffee’s place in a sanctuary) will drastically limit your involvement in many circles.

So will questioning the practices and rules of your faith system.

And like the isolation of COVID, there can be benefits to having some time alone AND it can become a shroud we choose to surround ourselves with, keeping ourselves quarantined and isolated because of the words and actions of others, and by our own choices. 

As the ice melts, the vaccines roll out, and my counselor gently challenges me, I feel the possibilities of the world opening up. 

The world opening up is not just about getting back to what we’ve always done.

Any season of separation or change is an opportunity to re-evaluate how we want to engage moving forward. It’s also a challenge to stretch out and strengthen muscles which have atrophied during lack of use. 

One new friend told me they feel like they’ve forgotten how to do date nights, or anything special. 

How do we re-engage in relationships intentionally – not just falling back into old patterns, but taking the time to evaluate what’s important to us, what our boundaries are, and what creates healthy relationships?

How do we dig out from under old habits, rules, and expectations we used to be buried under to Uncover Real relationships?

I don’t know.

But I’m looking forward to spending Season 2 of Uncovering Real exploring how we evaluate and pursue healthy relationships.

Join me here for Season 2 of Uncovering Real every Monday, Wednesday and Friday as I walk through different relationships (Mondays), reflect on what relationships have to do with faith (Wednesdays) and highlight artists that challenge and encourage me (Fridays).

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Goodbye Lent, Hello next steps

Yesterday was Easter Sunday, the final day in my Lenten commitment to decluttering my house. 

I looked back today and reread what I had written on Ash Wednesday, over 6 weeks ago, at the beginning of my decision to blog through my process of decluttering my home and my faith in an effort to uncover real:

“When I turned the calendar this week and saw Ash Wednesday, I was filled with longing for the night I spent bearing those ashes. More than just a night in a sanctuary, I am longing for the “real” that the Pastor spoke of. I am tired of façades, tired of being burned by hypocrisy (my own and others), and I’m craving real. Maybe you are, too.

In one of my first experiences with Lent, I accepted a challenge to only eat unprocessed foods for a Lenten fast. I hated it. Every part of it. At the end, I excitedly went for some random junk food I’d been looking forward to, and it tasted like crap. I had developed a taste for real and now nothing else would satisfy.

Many of us are not attending in-person services this year, whether due to COVID-related issues, disenchantment with the church, a faith deconstruction process, or any number of other reasons. Despite all my issues with attending, not attending has left a void. 

I’m craving real. Real relationships, real faith, real hope, real joy, real me. Like the fast I did several years ago, I want to take a hard look at my life and address where I have been exchanging real for counterfeits, cheap replacements, and fakes.”

As I look back over these past couple months, I can see and feel so many benefits from the steps I’ve taken so far and I am so grateful for the conversations they’ve sparked with others along the way.

I love how my home feels when it greets me every day. I love the peace it gives to my family.

I love the conversations I’ve had with others on worth, value, dignity, priorities, self-evaluation, shame, truth and grace. 

I am excited to keep taking steps towards real in my relationships, my body, my faith, my hope, my joy, and all of my life.

Thank you for your encouragement and challenge along the way, let’s keep going together!

Image contents: My cup, overflowing with joy. Ok, so it’s actually a mug with the word “joy” imprinted on the side, which I filled a touch too fully with coffee, so the foam is peeking over the brim, but to me, it’s a cup overflowing with joy, as I look forward to continuing to experience and write through my journey to uncover real.

Week 6, Day 3: Onions, Old Habits and Grace

Even though minimalism experts like Joshua Fields Millburn  and Joshua Becker talk about their  decluttering process taking about three-quarters of a year, and other experts describe decades-long journeys, I figured six weeks should be enough time to get my house to clutter-free-a-place-for-everything-and-everything-in-its-place status. I mean, I’m not a hoarder. I don’t have a storage unit. My basement is a disaster, but I can park in the garage. Usually.

When I started, I felt I landed pretty squarely in the “normal” range of clutter, on the scale I made up. In my head. Based basically on my house not looking like either an episode of Hoarders or a minimalist magazine cover. 

So today, six weeks into my decluttering journey, when I went to put a few things away and realized they didn’t have an easy permanent home, I was frustrated at myself. And when I gathered up a few things in a tote to “deal with tomorrow,” I felt guilty and ashamed. Hadn’t I just learned the lesson of “do it now” yesterday?

When am I going to reach the point of everything having a home and automatically putting it there?

Then I remembered two things. First, the “onion method.” Different people have different versions of what this means, but the concept always revolves around layers. Sometimes the layering is in a single decluttering session – like yesterday when Dana K. White’s method started with trash and the easy peasy stuff, then kept going through harder items.

Sometimes uncovering the layers happens over time.

A month ago,  I decluttered my reusable grocery bags. Today I went grocery shopping and realized, since I’m not stocking up on grocery items as heavily, I’m shopping for less, and therefore don’t need as many bags as I had narrowed it down to a few weeks ago.

I started with what I thought I needed, then was able to peel back more. 

The same thing is happening in the rest of my home. As I enjoy the benefits, see how I’m actually living, and build up my decision-making muscles, I’m often decluttering things as I come across them, and sometimes intentionally going back to spaces I know can function better with less. 

I also realized everything not yet having a place for everything and putting a few things in a tote for tomorrow is not failure. There’s grace in the process. After all, I have a whole other week before my self-imposed deadline. 😉

Image Contents: an image of Shrek saying, “Onions have layers, Ogres have layers. You get it? We both have layers!” Because I can’t talk about onions having layers with Shrek and Donkey busting into my head.

On Wednesdays We Reflect: Week 3 Reflections

Have you ever read the book Little Bear?

It was one of my favorites as a child, and one of my favorites to read to my own children – probably in part because I love Maurice Sendak’s illustrations. In the chapter, “What Will I Wear,” Little Bear looks out the window at the falling snow and even before he steps out into it, he tells his Momma, “Momma I’m cold, I want something to put on.” 

Momma Bear sews him a hat and sends him out to play in the snow.

Soon he returns, still cold. His Momma gives him another layer and sends him back out.

Every time he goes out to play, he comes back, asking for more, and every time his Momma puts down what she is working on and sews him another layer – a hat, then a coat, and eventually even snow pants. Still, Little Bear returns cold.

Finally, Momma Bear stops and considers all that she has put on him. She offers Little Bear one last solution, a fur coat. YES, says Little Bear. But instead of adding another layer, one by one she removes all the layers she had covered him with that day. 

Look, at your fur coat. Now you will not be cold, she told him.

And he wasn’t.

All Little Bear needed was the fur coat he was born with. It was enough, and every layer added detracted from it.

Throughout this uncovering project, I can see spaces in my home, and my life, filled with my own versions of those hats, snow pants, etc. 

How many times have I seen my kids be interested in something and respond by burying them under a mound of supplies I think they may “need” to pursue that interest, completely overwhelming them and stifling creativity instead of nurturing it?

How many times have I tried to solve problems by buying more stuff, adding more layers?

Then the even harder questions:

What are the layers that have been put on me, and I have put on myself, and others, to make me and/or my spirituality ‘enough?’

I asked a few friends who grew up in the church to share things they were told were expected of them as ‘christian’ women. From their experiences (and mine), we have been told, to be a ‘christian’ woman, we must:

Cook
Sew
Entertain
Be quiet
Be friendly
Be kind
Be generous
Always be prepared to give an answer to explain your faith
Don’t preach or teach
Hide your doubts
Dress modestly
Attract a husband
Praise (and defend) your husband
Have children
Take care of the children
Teach Sunday School
Keep the children quiet too
Braid your hair
Don’t be concerned with braided hair
Proverbs 31 in the streets and Song of Solomon in the sheets
Be submissive, be a helpmate

Some of the things on this list may perhaps lead to women who are more well-behaved (in some people’s minds and according to some people’s standards). Some of these things may even make some women feel more well-liked or accepted (in certain circles).

But many of the items on this list are far too often used as tools of control and manipulation, perpetuating toxicity and abuse in many church communities. 

As a follower of Christ, I believe I am to be continually growing and maturing, following the example of Christ. This list, however, does not make us Christian or make us any more or less loved by God.

Like Little Bear, each successive layer just makes us colder, as they cover up how we were created to thrive. The uncovering process I’m engaging in, the search for real, is the hard work of stripping away all the layers of human expectation, often one by one, to reveal my perfectly designed fur coat, which has been hiding underneath the entire time.