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Day 14: TRUST


Our Give-Away for Today!


Thunder Dog: The True Story of a Blind Man, His Guide Dog, and the Triumph of Trust at Ground Zero


This New York Times Best Seller is the story of a man blind from birth who triumphed over adversity throughout his life. His hard won survival skills and his feisty can-do spirit prepared him to survive the World Trade Center attacks in a 78-story stairwell descent with his guide dog, Roselle. 


Michael’s blindness didn’t stop him from shocking the neighbors by riding his bicycle through the streets of Palmdale, California as a child. On September 11, his blindness became an asset as he helped others during the worst terrorist attack ever on American soil.


Yet, there’s more. “The real story, in my mind, isn’t how I got out of the World Trade Center,” said Michael. “It’s how I got there in the first place.”
Susy Flory grew up on the back of a quarter horse in Northern California, spent time as a journalist and high school teacher, then in 2004 started writing full time for publications such as Focus on the Family, Guideposts Books, In Touch, Praise & Coffee, Today’s Christian, and Today’s Christian Woman.
Susy is the author or co-author of four books, including So Long Status Quo: What I Learned From the Women Who Changed the World and Dog Tales: Inspirational Stories of Humor, Adventure, and Devotion. Check out her website and find her on Facebook!
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I’ve been looking forward to today. Finally a topic on which I'm an expert!


For all the dozens of issues I struggle with (and I’ll try to say this modestly), I do not have trust issues.


Not me!
I trust people to mess up. Every time.
(Okay, okay, I’m switching my bracelet!) 
MY Way or…
In her blog post “I Know Things Should Be Done a Certain Way,” Patty Newbold describes an engaged woman who has a hard time trusting her fiance: “One of the things that makes it difficult to trust him is that, as she puts it, ‘[I] know things should be done a certain way to get them done correctly.’ 
Ah, don't we all? 
Our definition of 'correctly' is one of our most gigantic impediments to knowing we are loved, respected, and cared for.
Meddlesome Me
In January, the Holy Spirit decided I was ready to be whacked up-side the head with (yet another) a unflattering truth about myself:  
I  meddle.
After taking some painful (but long over-due!) steps to extract my over-involved self from key areas of my almost 21-year-old daughter’s life, I quickly discovered hers wasn’t the only life I was trying to run.
I meddle in my husband’s life.
Waaaay more than I realized.
Don't “Help” Me!
The oh-so-risky prayer –“Lord, open my eyes to what I’m doing that needs to change!” – had scarcely left my lips when it was answered.
Daniel came home from Safeway, beaming with pride. He’d grabbed the grocery list off the refrigerator and done the shopping for me. 
“Now you don’t have to do it!” he said, no doubt hoping for a positive response. 
Perhaps, oh, gratitude.
As in “I can’t believe I have such a thoughtful husband that he sacrifices his own time to bear one of my burdens!” followed by a hug.
But no.
Not me!
I wasn’t grateful.
I was mad that he’d gone without telling me. He’d robbed of my right to make sure he did it right!
Counting the Cost
I scanned the receipt (which he’d left on my desk rather than doing what he preferred–shoving in his shirt pocket and forgetting!) searching for evidence to build my case.
Ah-HA!
Just as I suspected.
“Oh no,” I gasped, “You paid $5.99 for the blah-blahs? Blah-blahs are only $3.49 at Target!  And you bought eight blah-blahs for $2.50 too much each?”
If Daniel’s face fell, which I’m sure it did, I didn’t see it.
I was too busy proving – once again! – that having my way is more important to me than receiving (or giving) love, respect, and care.
The Value of Trust
8 x $2.50 = $20.00.
Nothing to sneeze at.
But trust me: my response was not motivated by a Spirit conviction about stewardship. 
If anything, I was feeling guilty for spending $… er … an undisclosed amount at Starbucks that same week. (Let’s just say I had to squint hard to see around the beam in my eye and focus on the specks on that receipt.)
I also know that marriage counseling costs way more than $20.00. 
And – thanks to a counselor who pointed out to me over a year ago, “Isn’t it amazing how he still tries to make you happy after 25 years?” – I know Daniel is God’s greatest earthly blessing in my life. 
When I meddle in his choices, I lose so much more than $20.00. 
I throw away a priceless gift that can be mine for the cost of silence: trust.
Miss-Trust = Love-Less
From Patty again: “While you tap your toe, impatiently waiting for [the other person] to adopt your standards instead of noticing how his or her standards make your life better in some other way, you miss out on love.
...Your expectation that [the other person will always meet your standards] is premeditated resentment.
The thing you need to learn to trust [the other person] will do is love you. That's a lot easier when you grow aware of the ways he or she shows love that have nothing at all to do with what you think you know about the certain way things should be done.”
Note: I’m not talking about staying in an abusive relationship. I’m not talking about being a doormat to someone who consistently betrays trust on moral issues.
I am talking about daily ordinaries – like the Safeway receipt – over which I can choose between “righteous” indignation...
...or acceptance and compassion for the heart my husband is offering me.
(And, yes, amazement that after 25 years, he’s still trying to make me happy!)
Trust 
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To paraphrase Patty, I’m finding that my definition of “correctly” is one of my most gigantic impediments to knowing I am loved and cared for by God.
My focus needs to be on God.
Not me!
The more I let go of my beliefs “about the certain ways things should be done”…the more I “grow aware of the ways [He] shows love.”
Trust Him.

(Not me!)



Try This Today: Add "Meddling" to the Challenge, just for today. (Notice any connection between unnecessary meddling and complaining, criticizing, gossiping, and/or sarcasm?)

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  • responding to today’s blog, and/or
  • sharing your Day #1-14 experience of replacing “baditude” with God’s word and gratitude, and/or
  • about anything else on your heart!
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Day 13: DELIVERED


Our Give-Away for Today!


A Mother's Legacy: 
Your Life Story in Your Own Words

This mother's memory journal takes you on a journey that will become a cherished family memoir. 
Designed in a 12-month format, each month features 12 intriguing questions with space to write a personal answer. 
Questions explore family history, childhood memories, lighthearted incidents, cherished traditions, and the dreams and spiritual adventures encountered in a lifetime of living. Her written words become windows to a mother's heart.


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"The Happiest She’s Been in 45 Years"


A poem born in the work of deliverance God is doing in my relationship with my mother.




(If you'd like to view the video but can't see it, click here to go directly to "The Happiest She's Been in 45 Years.")


She was happy
once upon a time
long
long
ago.
Then,
all changed.
She birthed a baby girl.
She moved 3,000 miles
to an unknown land:
California,
where women wore white 
after Labor Day.
And she tried.
Oh, 
how hard 
she tried
to make everything 
just right
so I could be happy.
I didn’t care 
about leveling off the measuring cup with the back of the knife
whether the salad fork went on the left or the right
if dinner was served precisely at 6:00 PM.
I just wanted her to be happy.
So I learned 
the importance of measuring (and doing my math homework) perfectly.
where the salad fork always goes.
to be on time is to be late; to be early is to be on time.
I was 
miserable
so that
she would be happy.
But 
neither
she
nor
I
ever 
were.
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Now they comfort each other
saying, 
“She’s the happiest she’s been in
45 years.”
But this is small comfort
for the baby girl
born
45 years
ago.
I know
her happiness 
was left behind
in the move.
But I also know
she waited and prayed
for so long
for a daughter
a daughter
who failed
for 40 years to do 
what Alzhiemers
has done
in less 
than 
5.
She is happy
once again,
now that
all is changed.
Her memories 
of the past 
45 years
are lost 
and gone 
forever.
She no longer knows
the name 
she gave the daughter
she waited and prayed for
45 years 
ago.
She is happy
now that she does not know
who I am
or how to follow her own recipes.
or where the salad fork goes
or that she should eat dinner tonight.
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And so I move
far more than 3,000 miles away
to an unknown land:
Hope,
where memories
and measuring cups 
and forks 
and dinner times 
are left behind,
where
we can be
at peace
together,
where (at long last)
we can both be 
the happiest we’ve been in 
45 years.


Try this today: Ask God to reveal a fear (an anxiety, an expectation, a disappointment, a grudge, a complaint – same difference!) that's bound you to shame (or pride). In pencil, write it on a 3x5 card. Then with a black marker, write Psalm 34:4-5 over the fear. Draw a big "up" arrow as a reminder to look to Him. Post it where you'll see it regularly!


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To enter today’s drawing, leave a comment 
  • responding to today’s blog, and/or
  • sharing your Day #1-13 experience of replacing “baditude” with God’s word and gratitude, and/or
  • about anything else on your heart!
Drawing winners 6-10 will be announced soon!

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(Catch up on any "Warm-Up Week" Blog Posts!)