It is virtually impossible to find someone who has not been affected by the thread of cancer in some form or fashion. I don't know of anyone in my immediate circle that doesn't know someone who has faced this disease. Even though it has been more than 20 years, watching my Grandfather's, who were salt of the earth, strong, hardworking men, wither & eventually succumb to cancer left an indelible mark on me. I was face to face with the real fragility of life.
The humbling privilege I have of working as a weekend manager at the American Cancer Society Hope Lodge is a complete God thing. I would have never sought out a job like this one on my own. Yet, I cannot explain the peace that comes over me when I walk into this building. It is almost other worldly. In this job I have learned what grace is. I know that I don't get a portion of grace to store up, but I only receive grace when I need it most. I still struggle with the thought, "am a doing a good job?" But, I do that in any job.
We all thrive on being heard, understood, & appreciated. We want to have some sort of value in this world - to know we have mattered to someone along the way. I love talking to the guests. Just this morning I sat down with a beautiful couple & we talked about a topic dear to my heart - young children. In that moment the stress & worry left all three of us & we just were able to sit, drink coffee, & share our narratives with each other.
If I believe that each human being was created by the Loving Creator, which I do, then what amazing worth they have. I slow down when I'm here. I listen more. I am conscientious of what I am saying and doing! God speaks to me in this place. He tenders my heart for Him & for others. As much as I hope I am being salve to the guests at the Hope Lodge, they are salve to me. There is a great joy that happens when you quiet down, stop for a moment, & think of others before yourself. This has nothing to do with me, but everything to do with a touch of providence.
There is also irony in the fact that I work at the Hope Lodge. For years I had searched for a way to work with the people of rural KY. I love Appalachia. My heart for the people in these communities is so deep. I know it doesn't come from me. Many of our guests are from rural KY. They come to a large city, for them anyway, & are scared, frightened, & unsure. God in His infinite wisdom is allowing me to minister to the people I have such a heart for. What are the odds of that? I am humbled & amazed at how we think our lives are going to turn out & what really is. This is a journey I would never have chosen for myself. It takes me out of my comfort zone. But, in that it makes the journey so much sweeter. Courage isn't the absence of fear, but doing something even though you are afraid.
It helps to have amazing people to work for & with. I love having community around me. People who have passion & drive for something more than the bottom dollar. Those that will come alongside of you when you are struggling & help lift you up, not watch you drown. The tireless efforts of these individuals & the character they display does not go unnoticed. Knowing people have got your back, before they even really have the chance to know you, is a rare gift. I don't know how to fully express in words what this means to me.
The American Cancer Society Hope Lodge is an amazing institution, with amazing people behind it, who are striving each and every day to care for the hurting. Our guests, bar none, are the best part of what we do. It is something you cannot fully understand until you are here. It is a gift to see the face of hope each & everyday!
So, dust off your shoes on the welcome mat, come on in, & know your are home in this HOPEfilled Lodge!
Reflection of Providence
We're part of a Bigger Story told by a Great and Wise Storyteller.
1/28/2012
1/08/2012
My Nanny Diaries!
The one big thing that I have learned in the years I
have taken care of children is what complete, complicated, emotional human
beings they are! Yes, there are still areas where they are developing &
growing, but they think, feel, & reason! It is in these moments when you
realize what an AMAZING Creator we truly have!
I have had the wonderful privilege of being a
caretaker to seven amazing children for nearly four years! Six of those are in
the same household…
I would like to take a moment to share with you, as
I have done every year, a little bit of who they are as “tiny humans”…
THE SCALF FAMILY
I had a dream one day that I would be able to have a
job where I would care for children, take them on adventures, cuddle them when
they go scared, & encourage them to be brave! It has been a dream that has
been daily realized through my care of the Scalf children! While, there have
been bumps, bruises, & hurts along this road, all in all it has been one of
the richest gifts God has given me. Dave & Amy have taught me, in
abundance, what it means to love, sacrifice, & give. They have shown what
healing looks like. The ache remains & slowly transforms us by its tender
hands!!! The joy of caring for their children has been transformative & I
know, will make me a better Mother to my children one day!
SOPHIE GRACE
AIDEN JOSEPH
HALEY ELIZABETH
WYATT BENJAMIN
STEVEN DANIEL
BABY “R”
Oh boy, the one we didn’t know we needed!!!! This
child is forever cracking me up. Amy & I marvel at her genius. She is the
first on target child we have had & it often throws me for a curve. She has
a personality to rival anybody. Watch out kids because a new hen has arrived to
rule the roost. When you take her picture she just smiles as big & pretty
as you please. She knows what she wants & doesn’t mind telling you in no
uncertain terms. She LOVES to dance. That booty shakes & that head sways to
the rhythm…baby got moves! She has just really started snuggling. I was gone a
good bit over Christmas break & when I came back & picked her up she
laid her head on my shoulder & stroked her fingers across my arm. I
realized one day, after about an hour & a half, that she wasn’t going to
take a nap. It wasn’t because she was crying; it was because she was playing! I
walk in to find her standing on her head with the “ba-ba” between her legs! She
is so goofy & an utter ham! I love her stinky face…she will scrunch that
nose up, grin, & sniff through her nose. I don’t worry a moment about what
comes her way. She handles it with confidence & outgoing tenacity. She is a
TRUE GIFT!!!
THE MEADOWS FAMILY
I had the privilege 2 years ago to take care of
Ethan during the summer. It has been a treasure to get to know Aiden’s best
friend. I have also had the great honor of getting to know the wonderfully
generous & caring people that are Doug & Beth Meadows. I am so blessed
on this journey to see God’s love manifest in others.
ETHAN
I relate to this boy in so many ways! We love the
same things…pirates, movies, make-believe, & wonder. He is truly one of the
most creative young men I know. His wit & humor is beyond compare. One day,
we had been watching a marathon of the Pirates of the Caribbean; he comes out
completely decked in a pirate outfit. He had a pirate hat, he had made a sword
from an old plastic arrow he had, which he attached a piece of construction paper,
he had tied a toy gun around his waist with a belt…all I could think in this
moment, was utter genius!!! In a world where so many children have lost their
sense of imaginative play it is deliciously wonderful to see that spirit. He is
a gifted artist & I have no idea how God is going to use that in the
future. He makes me laugh, he is caring & compassionate! He loves to laugh
& as I said before, when Aiden & he are together there is no telling
where the day is going to go. He is so good with the other Scalf children.
Wyatt loves him & I love watching Ethan be tender & caring with him. It
is an honor to know this treasured gift. I cannot wait to see all the amazing
things he will do in the future.
12/24/2011
Let There Be Light...An Awakening to Advent!
"A prison cell, in which one waits, hopes...and is completely dependent on the fact that the door of freedom has to be opened from the outside, is not a bad picture of Advent." - Dietrich Bonhoeffer
"While fulfilling these sacred obligations at the temple, they encountered a man in Jerusalem named Simeon. He was a just an pious man, anticipating the liberation for Israel from her troubles. He was a man in touch with the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit had revealed to Simeon that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Liberating King. The Spirit had led him to the temple that day, and there he saw the child Jesus in the arms of His parents, who were fulfilling their sacred obligations..." - Luke 2: 25-28, The Voice
“Christmas has lost its meaning for us because we have lost the spirit of expectancy. We cannot prepare for an observance. We must prepare for an experience.” Handel Brown
I don't know when God told Simeon he would see the Christ. In my imaginings I feel it might have been in his youth. Simeon a young man full of expectations & dreams, striving to follow God's heart. In his eagerness I wonder if he caught glimpses only to be disappointed when it wasn't what God had promised. I wonder if he ever just completely gave up all hope of that promise becoming an actuality.
The struggles of my faith have often left me staggering from shattered dreams, heartbreaks, unexpected turmoil. The chere magnitude of this fallen world can often open up & swallow you hole. In the midst of the the blackness & pain it is hard to find the light. The pitch turns us in circles, clawing for a bright moment.
In these moments of deep pain is where I meet God. He comes seeking me in these times because He knows I will have an open heart, eyes to see & ears to hear, to what He has for me. I am so eternally thankful for the thousand broken dreams, heartaches, and misfortunes that come my way. Do I sometimes wish this road wasn't so painful...yes! But, in the end if it wasn't for the pain I could not feel His restoration, His plan, & His love for me!
As He promised Simeon that He would see the Christ, so God has given me a clear vision of the horizon. The beautiful cascading sunset of rich amber, purple, & gold has not lost its magic for me. I've lost sight of it from time to time in the forest of my own self-pity, but it is an amazing thing...this hope He sets in our hearts. He NEVER gives up on us. The shere thought of the God of the Universe losing his Deity, of His own free will, to come as a helpless baby can leave you breathless. What manner of love is this?
Throughout the Christmas story, the birth of Jesus, you see people praising God. The angels, Mary, Elizabeth...the glory goes back to Him every time!
"Now, Lord and King, You can let me, Your humble servant, die in peace. You promised me that I would see with my own eyes what I'm seeing now: Your liberation, Raised up in the presence of all peoples. He is the light who reveals Your message to the other nations, and He is the shining glory of your covenant people, Israel." - Luke 2: 29-32, The Voice
I love the resolution in this proclamation that Simeon gives. It is like a deep intake of breath. A sigh, a comfort, that God does what He says He is going to do.
The past two years I have just barely begun scratching the surface of the Advent season. I feel like a baby who has taken her first bite of solid food. It is exhilarating & a little scary. Uncertain if I know how to work my mouth around this new substance, quite certain I will choke on its magnitude.
The lighting of a candle is such a holy experience. You can see why the Catholic faith allows you to light a candle for someone. This tiny little flame will illumine an entire room, casting the darkness to the far corners. The closer you get to the flame the clearer you can see the things around it. You can also feel the precious heat coming from its amber glow. If you pick it up and carry it with you the shadows & darkness will flee where you tread. In the presence of this tiny flame your heart slows, your mind is more reflective. There is a quietness in the moment that cannot be found anywhere else.
HOPE...the first candle lit...the hope that Jesus came as a baby, he healed the sick & comforted the hurting, He died on the cross & rose again, & one glorious day He is coming again.
LOVE...the second candle lit...what manner of love is this that would forsake all to come as a Lamb for slaughter to rescue his beloved.
PEACE...the third candle lit...what delicious peace we find in the love of Christ. We are settled in our faith, assured of our future in His abundant care!
JOY...the fourth candle lit...JOY TO THE WORLD!!!! What a wonderful celebration...He is here, He is risen, He abides with us...the living breathing, literal Immanuel, God with US!
JESUS...the final candle lit...White as He made us...saving us from sin, loving us, giving us a hope!
Happy Birthday Jesus...oh incarnate one...holy, lowly, & divine! Oh find favor in this humble heart of mine, be reborn in me this night!
"While fulfilling these sacred obligations at the temple, they encountered a man in Jerusalem named Simeon. He was a just an pious man, anticipating the liberation for Israel from her troubles. He was a man in touch with the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit had revealed to Simeon that he would not die before he had seen the Lord's Liberating King. The Spirit had led him to the temple that day, and there he saw the child Jesus in the arms of His parents, who were fulfilling their sacred obligations..." - Luke 2: 25-28, The Voice
“Christmas has lost its meaning for us because we have lost the spirit of expectancy. We cannot prepare for an observance. We must prepare for an experience.” Handel Brown
I don't know when God told Simeon he would see the Christ. In my imaginings I feel it might have been in his youth. Simeon a young man full of expectations & dreams, striving to follow God's heart. In his eagerness I wonder if he caught glimpses only to be disappointed when it wasn't what God had promised. I wonder if he ever just completely gave up all hope of that promise becoming an actuality.
The struggles of my faith have often left me staggering from shattered dreams, heartbreaks, unexpected turmoil. The chere magnitude of this fallen world can often open up & swallow you hole. In the midst of the the blackness & pain it is hard to find the light. The pitch turns us in circles, clawing for a bright moment.
In these moments of deep pain is where I meet God. He comes seeking me in these times because He knows I will have an open heart, eyes to see & ears to hear, to what He has for me. I am so eternally thankful for the thousand broken dreams, heartaches, and misfortunes that come my way. Do I sometimes wish this road wasn't so painful...yes! But, in the end if it wasn't for the pain I could not feel His restoration, His plan, & His love for me!
As He promised Simeon that He would see the Christ, so God has given me a clear vision of the horizon. The beautiful cascading sunset of rich amber, purple, & gold has not lost its magic for me. I've lost sight of it from time to time in the forest of my own self-pity, but it is an amazing thing...this hope He sets in our hearts. He NEVER gives up on us. The shere thought of the God of the Universe losing his Deity, of His own free will, to come as a helpless baby can leave you breathless. What manner of love is this?
Throughout the Christmas story, the birth of Jesus, you see people praising God. The angels, Mary, Elizabeth...the glory goes back to Him every time!
"Now, Lord and King, You can let me, Your humble servant, die in peace. You promised me that I would see with my own eyes what I'm seeing now: Your liberation, Raised up in the presence of all peoples. He is the light who reveals Your message to the other nations, and He is the shining glory of your covenant people, Israel." - Luke 2: 29-32, The Voice
I love the resolution in this proclamation that Simeon gives. It is like a deep intake of breath. A sigh, a comfort, that God does what He says He is going to do.
The past two years I have just barely begun scratching the surface of the Advent season. I feel like a baby who has taken her first bite of solid food. It is exhilarating & a little scary. Uncertain if I know how to work my mouth around this new substance, quite certain I will choke on its magnitude.
The lighting of a candle is such a holy experience. You can see why the Catholic faith allows you to light a candle for someone. This tiny little flame will illumine an entire room, casting the darkness to the far corners. The closer you get to the flame the clearer you can see the things around it. You can also feel the precious heat coming from its amber glow. If you pick it up and carry it with you the shadows & darkness will flee where you tread. In the presence of this tiny flame your heart slows, your mind is more reflective. There is a quietness in the moment that cannot be found anywhere else.
HOPE...the first candle lit...the hope that Jesus came as a baby, he healed the sick & comforted the hurting, He died on the cross & rose again, & one glorious day He is coming again.
LOVE...the second candle lit...what manner of love is this that would forsake all to come as a Lamb for slaughter to rescue his beloved.
PEACE...the third candle lit...what delicious peace we find in the love of Christ. We are settled in our faith, assured of our future in His abundant care!
JOY...the fourth candle lit...JOY TO THE WORLD!!!! What a wonderful celebration...He is here, He is risen, He abides with us...the living breathing, literal Immanuel, God with US!
JESUS...the final candle lit...White as He made us...saving us from sin, loving us, giving us a hope!
Happy Birthday Jesus...oh incarnate one...holy, lowly, & divine! Oh find favor in this humble heart of mine, be reborn in me this night!
12/09/2011
AGH The Movie, The Second Act!
It seems like a lifetime has passed since Waverly
Hills - the etching of that night still strong in my mind. The memory of that
wonderful evening will never leave me. I will hold onto it & treasure it as
one of those moments in time where you realize you are just along for the ride.
This moment is not a result of anything you have done, but a deep privilege –
so enjoy it!
I knew so little of AGH. I am so thankful for that
now. I didn’t have the opportunity to go
in with any pre-conceived ideas of the movie or the individuals. The experience
began as a completely blank canvas which, in the end, was filled with the most
complex, rich, colorful painting imaginable.
In the five months since, my personal life has taken
some wonderfully unexpected & painfully beautiful turns. The hard
decisions, the wounds I caused, the fear of things never getting put back
together were, it turns out, rich blessings in disguise. I suddenly understood
that I could take hard change & that there is joy in suffering. My life
feels a little more solid. I’m starting to grapple with those scary ugly things
I would have just shoved back. Heck, I’m writing again, which is pretty amazing
in my book.
Initially, I found it extremely difficult to let go
of my first AGH Movie event. The feeling it leaves with you is palpable. I was
checking Twitter (something I hadn’t done in about six months) on a daily
basis, looking for updates online, etc… Yes, I will admit it, I was a wee bit
obsessed ;)! As change began to take place in my life the obsession began to
slack into an acceptable appreciation, respect, & joy for the AGH crew
& most especially the movie.
The American Ghost Hunter Movie is truly one of
those definable documentaries that make you feel an experience. As I’ve said
numerous times this documentary truly touches on the threads of suffering &
hope we all face as humans. If you have read any of the reviews, blogs, or
watched any of the video blogs & reviews you will know that I’m not alone.
People are grasping onto this little film with a big
message. My hope is that, as it gains popularity, it will give voice to the importance,
heart, a validity of the paranormal & paranormal research. It will make
other viewers brave to share their story, make a change in their lives, or
actually go for that dream that has been with them forever. My prayer is that
it will simply make people feel, think, & dialogue together.
I love this film. It is as simple as that.
This Sunday, December 11th, 2012 will be the
second & closing act for me & the AGH Movie. I have purposefully
distanced myself from the where, what, when, & how of the Winter Tour. I
still feel like I’ve done a good job, my part, in promoting the heck out of it
when & where I can, but I’m not really checking Twitter or Facebook. I’m
not purposefully grasping for information. The reason, well, I want this
experience to be new. There is nothing like experiencing the American Ghost
Hunter Movie for the first time. I will never be able to recreate that
experience. But, I want to go into this experience as I did the first, with no preconceived
ideas or notions of how it will be.
I’m extremely excited & humbled to get to see
everyone again. I’m also looking forward to meeting new people, because AGH
fans are some the coolest & most amazing people out there. I’m stoked that
I get to see the film a second time & I pray I will savor the experience.
Apart from that I’m getting on the ride. I’m choosing to step my foot up on the
moving train, feel the rumble beneath my feet & allow the rush of wind to
take my breath way. Sunday evening will have nothing to do with me, but
something far greater than myself.
So, it is with great anticipation that I say, draw
the curtain, dim the lights, sit back & enjoy...THE AMERICAN GHOST HUNTER
THE MOVIE!
After Lexington they will be in:
Cincinnati, OH on the 12th
Fort Wayne, IN on the 13th
Chicago, IL on the 14th
Iowa City, IA on the 15th
Des Moines, IA on the 16th (Indexcase
Rocking it out that night!)
Omaha, NE on the 18th
Manhattan, KS on the 19th
& Tulsa, OK on the 20th!
For reviews, info, & updates check out www.aghthemovie.com.
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