Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Life As A Blank Canvas

In May 2018, I experienced a five-day stretch where I heard from God a lot. But it was the kind of thing where I felt Him challenging me, specifically to grow in ways that felt unimaginable to me at the time. The main bullet points:

  • Stop living for yourself / Grow up.
  • Apply yourself.
  • The Great Commission matters.
  • God is sovereign.
  • There are going to be suffering and trials (I'm called to it).
  • Trust God completely. (Sacrifice of praise)
  • I'm not too far gone for God to use me.

At the time, it felt like I was in big trouble with God. And I may very well have been. But then over the subsequent months I saw several key friendships in my life begin to splinter, a couple of whom I'm no longer friends with. And these were situations that, in my opinion, the issues were more about them than about me. (I.e. there was nothing I could've done to have prevented these events from happening.)

And then I met my first girlfriend.

Over the subsequent year from that meeting, how I processed every different event, whether it had to do with a friendship, or a client relationship, or finances, or some other material-related circumstance, was in context with a future that I found myself building toward that had the potential to tear me from everything that was in my life here. Maybe that's why all this stuff was happening. God was calling me "over there."

More recently, as other events came up that has led me to look for work (yes, I'm still looking -- this is not a strong suit of mine), I processed it the same way: how was this working in concert and in context with this future that was certain to happen, one way or another? And how do I need to respond?

That is now no longer the case. For my part, I was tiring of it, tiring of the stress of how to make it all work and to still try to see God in it, especially considering all the things I heard Him say to me in May 2018. Now I don't have to worry about that. But it still leaves me with this picture of life as a blank canvas. Now what?

I'm grateful to say that I've grown enough to see that I don't have to have an answer today or this week or anytime soon. I do know I want to travel. I don't get to travel enough (money being the primary obstacle). I now know I'm an adventurer. I'm planning to embrace that.

I also want to learn more about the Immanuel Approach to prayer. I experienced it for the first time last weekend in rural Georgia, and it was great. In addition to helping lead the worship ministry in the Hope for Artists band, I will also be part of a group where I'll be learning something similar to the Immanuel Approach. So that's a start.

I will be going to Minnesota in a week-and-a-half for a friend's wedding. I'm looking forward to it.

Wednesday, September 18, 2019

I'm an Adventurer




The above photos are from a recent weekend trip I took to a getaway place in northern Georgia, by way of Atlanta's international airport, and a ride with a friend to the destination and back to the airport. The weekend itself was a retreat to connect with Jesus more intimately, with a side dish of meeting a bunch of new people, and re-connecting with a couple friends that I spent time with years ago but haven't really connected with much since.

Riding back to the airport, our conversation led me to take the Myers-Briggs personality test for the first time ever. A decade ago, I was hearing about it a lot and was extremely curious. But I didn't take the test then. Not sure what led me to not do so. Interestingly, taking it now didn't feel like such a momentous thing. Maybe that's a good thing.

According to the test, I am an ISFP-T. Probably to most people I know, that means something. I know what the letters correspond to. (I = Introverted, S = Observant, F = Feeling, P = Prospecting, T = Turbulent) But I cannot connect to the "wow!" of: "these four (or five) letters spell out the answer to what I am!" Certainly not in the way that I might have done ten years ago. Now, I'm more like: "well, that's nice. Now what?"

Bottom line, my test answer means I'm an Adventurer, and that is something I can grab hold of. I don't travel prolifically, but I do love to explore. I had never been to Atlanta or anywhere else in the state of Georgia, outside of two previous visits to Atlanta's airport in 1998, strictly to change planes. (I don't count those, anyway.) So traveling there recently was a big deal to me.

Even so, I struggle with allowing myself that freedom to explore. Simply put, it costs money. Typically more than I can afford, most of the time. Six years ago, right around the time I finally picked up my first piano student, I had made the decision to stop traveling indefinitely, specifically because it was taking money out of my budget for other things.

That said, some my best or most impactful trips has had God's provision written all over it. Almost all of my trips and events in August 2009 was paid for either by family or by friends. My first trip to California, in 2010, was almost entirely paid for by friends. All my flying trips in a little plane (South Haven, Grand Haven, Mackinaw Island, Niagara Falls, Duluth, among others), I've had portions of my expenses covered. And even on the recent weekend trip to Georgia, I happened to be on the same flight back to Chicago as one of my friends who was also on this trip (we didn't plan this in advance). While waiting to board our plane, my friend invited me to hang out and enjoy some complimentary food at the AA Club via American Airlines (he has a membership there). The bar there even had a few complimentary beverages.

So far, that's God's favor right there. But it got even better. See below pic for more details:


As I reflect, both on the Myers-Briggs personality test results, as well as the "accidental" second free glass of wine, I felt I experienced God's pleasure and favor when I go explore. The point of the weekend trip itself was to spend time connecting with Jesus in a deeper way and in the fellowship of those that were there. But I also know that I have often experienced in massive doses God's love, wisdom, pleasure, joy, among other things, when I've gone on trips. Similarly, today, after having come off the high of the trip (and other stresses crept back in), my dad and I worked on a couple projects, one with my car, and another with putting batteries inside some new roadside safety discs I had purchased. Those projects alone -- and the satisfaction of having completed them -- lifted my spirits up again.

To close this post, I thought I would share a few excerpts from the personality test result. I don't resonate with everything the summary says, but what I pasted below I do resonate with:
"Adventurer personalities are true artists, but not necessarily in the typical sense where they're out painting happy little trees. ... Rather, it's that they use aesthetics, design and even their choices and actions to push the limits of social convention. Adventurers enjoy upsetting traditional expectations with experiments in beauty and behavior -- chances are, they've expressed more than once the phrase Don't box me in! 
"Adventurers are definitely introverts, surprising their friends further when they step out of the spotlight to be by themselves to recharge. ... They take this time for introspection, assessing their principles.  
"Some adventurers can handle kindly phrased commentary, valuing it as another perspective to help push their passions in new directions. But if the comments are more biting and less mature, Adventurer personalities can lose their tempers in spectacular fashion. 
"The biggest challenge facing Adventurers is planning for the future. Finding constructive ideals to base their goals on and working out goals that create positive principles is no small task. Adventurers don't plan their futures in terms of assets and retirement. Rather, they plan actions and behaviors as contributions to a sense of identity, building a portfolio of experiences, not stocks. 
"It's important for Adventurers to remember to actively become the person they want to be. Developing and maintaining a new habit may not come naturally, but taking the time each day to understand their motivations allows Adventurers to use their strengths to pursue whatever they've come to love."

Sunday, September 8, 2019

Remembrances


I was off the blog when both Cotton (black and white) and Teya (tabby stripes) passed away -- but not when Maggie passed away -- but it hit me today that they both passed away within the same week, even if separated by a few years. Tomorrow marks the 6th anniversary of us putting Cotton down, but moreover (because it's how my obsessaholic mind works) it's the first time September 9th falls on a Monday since the day it happened.

I was there when it happened for Cotton: it began with me seeing her drag herself across the room by only her front paws (her hind paws stopped functioning -- she had just come out of the litter box), and ended with both my mom and I at the animal hospital seeing the vet euthanize her. Of course it hit me.

I wasn't there when Teya passed. Unlike her sister, she passed at home and in her sleep, overnight sometime going from September 14th into the 15th, two years ago. I last saw her, by God's grace, a month before she had passed. I was asked if I could cat-sit her at my home, and I said yes. By that point, I hadn't really seen her since I moved out (maybe once, for a few minutes). This time, I got a day, a night, and a day with her. When it was time for her to be picked up, I knew it was very possibly goodbye. She was old and looked it. I did treat it as the final time. I didn't expect it to be so soon, though.

In each case, I was swamped in the busyness of the season of life I was in. It wasn't until a few months after Teya's passing -- and when I saw specifically the above photo -- that began in earnest a grieving process, the realization that they both were gone. It also began a project of printing out photo after photo, not just of Cotton and Teya but of all sorts of important events over the years. Even though this project in itself got out of control (i.e. it was really fun and addictive), it began as a vehicle for a grieving process that I don't think would've come any other way.

I still remember the day they entered my life. It was August 3, 2007. We were only a few months after losing Maggie, and my last bird, Phillip, passed only a year earlier. Being without pets was still weird. The home felt empty. Having Cotton and Teya were huge blessings, and moreover they were emotional pick-me-ups. I can't imagine the following 10 years without them (6 with Cotton, 10 with Teya). Interestingly, though, I've spent the last almost 3 1/2 years without pets -- since I moved away -- and somehow I have managed. I don't know what the future holds in terms of pets -- I can't really be moved to think about it right now.

One more photo to remember one of the lighter moments with them.


Sunday, September 1, 2019

From The Inside Out: a retrospective and a prospective

A thousand times I've failed, still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again, still I'm caught in Your grace
Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never-ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame 
Your will, above all else, my purpose remains
The art of losing myself in bringing You praise
Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never-ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame 
In my heart, in my soul, Lord, I give You control
Consume me from the inside out, Lord
Let justice and peace become my embrace
To love You from the inside out 
Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never-ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart is to bring You praise
From the inside out, Lord, my soul cries out 
--"From The Inside Out," Joel Houston, Hillsong United
This song was one of the first that really hit me, spoke to me, and ministered to me, when I first began attending the Evanston Vineyard Church. The thought of being changed from the inside out was all too wonderful for me, given where I was then. And, through multiple means, I have been changed quite a bit.

I probably hadn't thought about this song, until literally last night, when my girlfriend mentioned that her worship band was doing it today at her church. Then, today at lunch, Hope for Artists (the ministry that I'm on the team) met to look ahead to our next season beginning in October. Somehow, between the two sets of conversations, it clicked for me to connect with this song. It's possible, nay, likely, that God is once again highlighting this song.

It's interesting reflecting back almost a decade when I first heard it and soaked it up. It is very much a heart cry song, after all. It's particularly interesting now, because I've learned a lot about myself, including the fact that I really don't want to surrender my circumstances over to God or to anyone else. This song pushes directly against that belief I have. And yet, just over the last couple days I've either had circumstances or am currently having circumstances, where I feel a lot more at peace and more willing to surrender it to Jesus than I would have just a few months ago. I can't really expound more because the story is being written out, right now, in real time.