Transparency

We talk about a lot of things on this blog.

Ministry.  Parenthood.  Video games.  Bad haircuts.  Love.  In all of it, I have one goal, which is transparency.  If I’m going to run a blog about my daily life, where I share my opinions, tell stories, and expose my life to people, transparency is a necessity.  I struggle for it, and with it, each time I write something here.

I ask myself questions like, “How much is too much?”, and “Did I overshare?”.  The problem with transparency, to me, is that it is addictive.  When I come here and talk about something I’m dealing with, or tell a story about my family, the negative emotions associated with those things drift away.  Coming here helps me to process what i’m feeling and what is really going on beneath the surface of an issue.

A few months ago, one of the guys in my life that I really consider to be a mentor brought up this blog, and one of the first things he pointed out was the level of transparency that I’d been writing with.  Originally, I hadn’t noticed, and I’m being honest when I say that.  I was just writing whatever came into my head and out of my fingers as I typed.  But, as I tried to figure out what this blog would and wouldn’t be, telling stories about my own faults, failures, triumphs, and strengths just came naturally.  I was proud, then, that someone had noticed my transparency even when I hadn’t, because that meant that I was willing to share my life with people.

It’s risky to be transparent in our culture, especially in ministry, where a wrong step can see you crucified for something you’re still in process of figuring out.  That’s a risk I’m willing to take though, due to the fact that transparent people connect with their intended audience more.  Since I work daily with people, I want them to know that I’m approachable, that I’m friendly, and that I have faults too, just like them.  I never want to give off the impression that just because I’m called to ministry means I’m on top of some tall ivory tower and cannot be approached.

So, until something changes, I’ll continue to write about all my problems, my fears, my joys, my wins, my losses, and everything in between.  Because that’s what I want people to know about me: the whole story, nothing edited or censored.  Because, after all, don’t we all long for that?

For someone to really know us, as we truly are?

Life Isn’t Fair

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Sometimes life is not fair.  And don’t tell me that how it was designed.  I know that.  I know it’s not fair, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t complain.  

Life isn’t fair because kids go hungry everyday.  Life isn’t fair because woman get beaten.  Life isn’t fair because this morning one of the sweetest people I know is laying in a hospital bed dealing with the fact that she may never use her legs again.

She’s got Down’s Syndrome and a bad heart…..why add one more thing?

Another couple who are friends of Erin and I found out more bad news this week regarding a pregnancy.  I look at them, I see just how amazing they would be as parents, and I ask why.  Why not right now?  Why can they not have a child?  

I’ve got to admit I’m really struggling with these things.  I didn’t think I was at first, but I really am.  I know that God is in control and that this is all part of a greater plan, but we all have moments where it’s hard to trust that, right?

Sure we do.  And if you don’t, you’re some kind of superChristian that I really need to get to know and be around because I’m pretty sure that you’re not real.  

In Psalm 56:4, David found himself captured by Philestines.  I’m sure at the time, this didn’t seem much like a fair situation, and it was during that time that he wrote these words:

In God, whose word I praise, 

in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. 

What can flesh do to me? 

When it’s hard to trust, when it’s hard to believe, when it’s hard to keep going, we have to remember these words: I shall not be afraid.  
That is a tall order to be sure, but if we call ourselves believers, then trust is the very foundation of faith.  

This is a Test

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It was almost one year ago that I had a pulmonary embolism that nearly ended my life.  

I’m sure some of you are getting tired of me talking about it.  If you are, just don’t tell me ok?

There’s something about almost dying that will do weird things to you.  It messes with your head.  And, if you had any shred of that phantom teenager invincibility with you, it just rips that thing right out from under you and tosses it into the furnace.  

I say all that because tomorrow, I’m going back to the doctor for another test.  Why?

It started about 6 months ago.  I noticed I was having trouble focusing on things.  To be blunt, I couldn’t keep something going once I had it started.  For instance, it would take me about 20 minutes to do something that would take anyone else about 5.  Lots of things got started but never finished, and it seemed like what I had good ideas they ended up floating in this ethereal muck in my mind that allowed me to see them but not allow them to crystallize.  It was frustrating, but not terribly.  

Then, it started really affecting my work.  I knew it wasn’t just distraction…it was some kind of problem.

Of course, the first thing I turned to was that it had to be ADHD.  I mean, a few years ago I took phenteramine and not only did it make me lose some weight, it really sharpened me up.  That’s because it’s basically SPEED.  Well, I blamed my attention problems on that, went to the doctor, and lo and behold in my bloodwork: my thyroid levels are low.  

Low?  Really?

Yes, really.  An ultrasound about a week later confirmed that indeed, there is some growth on my thyroid that is causing it to underperform.  So today, (this morning actually, at 10:50!) I get to swallow a radioactive pill and then they light me up with scanners and see what’s really going on.  

I’m scared senseless.  

Logic, friends, and family tell me it’s nothing but something in me can’t, no, won’t believe them.  I’m not sure why.  Maybe I think that if I sell myself the worst case scenario first, then if it actually happens it won’t be so bad.  Or, maybe that if it’s less than that, I’ll be even more relieved.  Who knows?

All I know is that I’d appreciate any thoughts and prayers you could give as you think about me today.  I want the problem to be solved.  Not just the growth, mind you, but the greater problem of my concentration.  I want to be able to work at 100% and do what I love in a way that shows that I truly love it.  I want to be able to hold thoughts and finish things.  I want to go just a little while without something medically going wrong.

And then a second thought occurs to me: maybe this test is really just that, a test.  This test is a different kind of test all along.  

I’m praying I pass.

UPDATE: The doctor I saw this morning told me that my thyroid is slightly enlarged, and that based on her reading of my ultrasound, there was NO MASS.  She also stated that my thyroid levels are only slightly off, and that I may require no treatment for it at all.  They drew more blood and that was only to retest my levels and see what kind of reading they got.  I’m resting today in the fact that prayer works and God has been in control of this the whole time.