Choosing the Pouring Out

“I almost wish I’d break something so I could get a break.”

That’s what I said the other day. It was selfish. It was spontaneous. But it was true.

Breaks are sometimes hard to come by.

Later I found myself in Matthew 26.

“Now when Jesus was at Bethany in the house of Simon the leper, a woman came up to him with an alabaster flask of very expensive ointment, and she poured it on his head as he reclined at table.” 

How can I keep pouring when I feel empty?

“And when the disciples saw it, they were indignant, saying, ‘Why this waste? For this could have been sold for a large sum and given to the poor’.” 

How can I keep pouring when it seems like a waste?

“But Jesus, aware of this, said to them, ‘Why do you trouble the woman? For she has done a beautiful thing to me. For you always have the poor with you, but you will not always have me. In pouring this ointment on my body, she has done it to prepare me for burial.”

How can I NOT keep pouring when Jesus calls it beautiful?

Every day I have the chance to say I “get to” (grace) instead of I “have to” (law).

Every day I have the chance to offer something beautiful to my Savior.

Because of grace and a Savior’s eyes that see beauty when I see broken, we offer all of ourselves…poured out…over and over again.

“Truly, I say to you, wherever this gospel is proclaimed in the whole world, what she has done will also be told in memory of her.”

And HE says…not an ounce of it is in vain.


Sometimes it really does seem worth it!






Ordinary Could Be Ordained

We’re reading “Jack’s Insects” for Science. This…

“…for one of the things that collecting does for one is to make one think that beautiful common things are less worth looking at than much less beautiful ones that are rare–there are some collectors, in fact, who go even further and think nothing beautiful that is common.”

That’s me. I’ve been calling our days far from beautiful because they seem so common.

Every day it’s basically the same schedule. Feed them. Teach them. Read to them. Walk with them. Listen to them. Bathe them. Tuck them in.

It’s so common that its lost its glory. It’s easily taken for granted.

Imagine loss to embrace today. Imagine an empty crib. Imagine inconsolable crying. Imagine how life can change in a blink.

Then today will transform from common to extraordinary.

They missed Him. Missed the Savior. He was too common. Too ordinary.

If He comes as common then maybe He’s coming today. Maybe He’s here with me in this messy house…with these loud kids…with distracted me.

Maybe I’m missing Him, because I’m looking too hard. Maybe He’s closer than my next breath.

God, help me not to call an ounce of what You’ve ordained ordinary and miss the grace.

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)


(Even the rainy ones…)





“If I could, I’d write for you a rainbow 
And splash it with all the colors of God
And hang it in the window of your being
So that each new God’s morning
Your eyes would open first
to Hope and Promise.
If I could, I’d wipe away your tears
And hold you close forever in shalom.
But God never promised
I could write a rainbow,
Never promised I could suffer for you,
Only promised I could love you.
That I do.”

I used to quote this every day to Stephen when he was a baby. Since August 27, 2007,  it’s sat dormant in my heart.

This past week’s incident with sweet Kenan’s fall was a reminder of sorts. And as I whispered in his ear, “I’m so sorry,” the words above came to mind.

I can’t always protect our kids. Not now. Not ever.

And wrecks, stitches, bumps, and bruises…they remind me. Every moment is grace.

“It doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.”

Every day is worth celebrating.

I’ve gotten busy and missed it. Forgotten.

Until now…this time of year…when it hits me fresh like the warm summer sun.

Today is a gift from Him. The giver of life. The giver of second chances. Our Redeemer. Our Savior.  And if He was willing to die for me then surely today must be His best for me.

“This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)

Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.” (James 1:17)