This past Easter, I bought an Easter lily. I love Easter lilies. Love the sweet aroma , the
strong stem and glossy, symmetrical leaves.
Every year at Easter our church
gives the opportunity to buy a lily plant in honor of someone who has "gone before" as witness to the
resurrection. I bought mine in memory of my dad, who two years before he died "became one of those born-agains"
he used to scorn (including, of course, me).
I had prayed for him for some 30
years before he came to the Lord.
So, my Easter lily was special.
Once a year, that sweet aroma that spills out of the trumpet-shaped flower would remind me of hope. The hope of
Easter--life triumphing over death, fully and finally.
The thing about these plants, though,
is Read more
I was frustrated, not for the
first time, by a particular person. Someone who does things very differently than me—in my opinion, too slowly,
or without enough regard for reality. This person was unconcerned, in my mind, about what was important, and
focused only on the negative. I did not want to deal with the person or the situation, but circumstances being
what they were, I had to.
I knew it was I who probably had
the wrong perspective. So I took the matter to God in prayer. And this time, I think I heard a clear word in my
spirit. A clear message.
I had recently been to a church
retreat called “The Kingdom and the Poor.” One of the most powerful moments of the retreat was when the leader
had various people simply read the scriptures that mentioned “the kingdom of God” and another set that mentioned “the poor.” No comments, just the
scriptures, one right after another, cascading over us, word by word constructing a picture of God’s vision and
God’s heart.
When I went to prayer about my
attitude toward this particular “difficult” person, the words that imprinted on my soul were, “In my kingdom
there is room for all kinds.” And the sense was that, not only
is there room, but “all kinds” were welcome, honored, cherished.
How different from the world,
that dictates membership into The Accepted: you must be successful, productive, rich, beautiful, powerful,
productive, useful. The whole advertising industry, to mention only one, is built upon reinforcing this. Why do
people strive so hard to look as young as possible, to acquire as many possessions as possible, to become as
successful as possible? Not really to get or become the thing itself—beautiful, rich, or successful—but, I think
anyway, to become Accepted.
God’s way is different. God says
“You’re accepted” just because he made us. I think he actuallylikes people who are “different” in some way, who have some sort of handicap or difficulty.
His compassion is activated by our need, and his nature is to be compassionate, kind, loving,
gracious.
“In my kingdom there is room for
all kinds.” The words changed my attitude toward my Difficult Person. Knowing God loves that person, welcomes
that person without asking for any change at all, humbled me, challenged me to do the same.
It also made me look at myself,
at my own lacks and faults, and feel very, very glad that “in my kingdom, there is room for all
kinds.”
Copyright (c) 2006 by Diane Eble.
All rights reserved.
To be sent an e-mail every time a story like this is posted on
the blog, sign up now:
The story I have to share with you today is not the story I
thought God would write in my life.
You haven't heard from me in a while, mainly because I've been
super busy launching a book (MotherStyles: Using Personality Type to Discover Your Parenting Strengths) and a
business (helping people get their books written and published).
Concerning the latter, I thought it would be very useful to go
to the annual Christian Booksellers convention this week in Denver to renew my publishing contacts. Gene goes
because he works for a publisher. I would have been able to stay with him, no extra charge. Time away from
the children, together!)As an author, my publisher could get me in. The kids had friends they could stay with
for a week. My only expenses would be for transportation. Surely God would provide that.
I prayed about it. I tried to earn extra. I even asked a couple
of people to help me out. The money did not seem to be forthcoming, and I felt strongly that this was not
something to put on the credit card, even if it was a business expense.
The day before Gene left for the convention, a friend called.
After she told me about how God provided for her at the 11th hour, I mentioned my
situation.
She said, "My husband has a voucher he got when he was bumped a
year ago, and I think it expires this week. Let's see if I can find it, and if it's
transferrable."
She did find something. We each called the airline company,
described the vouther in details, and were reassured that it was usable and transferrable.
I checked flights to Denver, thinking this was God's amazing way
of providing for me to go to the convention after all.
No flights to Denver available under that
voucher.
I hung up, very disappointed. Then it hit me: I have a free
ticket to go anywhere! Where did I want to go?
Portland, I decided. As in Portland, Oregon. I have two sets of
dear friends out there I'd love to visit.
Called the friends. They'd love to have me! Portland is so
beautiful now! We'd have so much fun!
But then I checked the airline again. No flights to Portland on
that voucher. No flights to Seattle, either. At least, not through Nov. 8, when she stopped
checking.
But there were flights to Miami. I have a cousin in Florida I'd
love to see. Called her. Debbie said it would be a fine time to visit. We'd have so much fun.... "We'll do
whatever you want to do," she said.
The Amazing God Story I thought I'd be writing was how God knew
I needed a vacation even more than I needed to be at the convention.
But it was not to be....
When my friend, who had the plane ticket, went to the airport to
transfer it over to me--a trip he did not relish taking--the airline told him it was not a valid travel
voucher. Despite us having called the airline at least 7 times, describing every inch of the paper and being
told it was indeed a voucher and transferrable, US Air told Bill it was not valid.
Case closed.
No vacation for Diane.
Did something wonderful come up for me this week anyway? Not
yet. I stayed home, got a lot done. Today I'm taking a retreat of sorts. I will try to get something done
that I've been trying to find time for for months. (Something that will benefit my Abundant Gifts
readers.)
But here's what God did, that I can recognize. The morning my
friend called about the plane ticket, right before she called in fact, I talked to a neighbor. The neighbor
was having a garage sale, and I stopped by on my walk.
We got to chatting, and she told me that in April, she lost her
future son-in-law. He dropped dead of a heart attack one day. Her daughter, who is 49, was devastated. She'd
finally found the love of her life, and was all set for a wonderful future. Jane and her fiance had bought a
house. They were to be married this summer.
Within a week of that tragedy, my neighbor, Genevieve, also lost
her 33-year-old mentally handicapped son, who lived with her. She lost a son and son-in-law, her daughter
Jane lost a fiance and beloved brother. All within a week.
Genevieve told me that she and Jane have a strong faith in God,
and that is what is getting them through. Her faith lingered with me. I returned later that afternoon and
gave her a copy of Abundant Gifts.
Genevieve's story framed my own disppointment with a new
perspective. What was my diappointment in a missed vacation compared to the crushing disappointment of losing
one's love and a future that seemed a dream come true? Of losing the son one has cared for and lived with for
more than 30 years?
In a strange way, God used their story to help me. Even though I
felt very disappointed in not being able to take the vacation I thought I'd take, I felt an underlying peace
and sense that God is in control.
He has provided miraculously for me in the past. This time he
chose not to. I may never know why, or he may reveal it. Either way, I know he's with me.
Life is full of disappointment. But it tends to evaporate when
the presence of God is trusted.
copyright (c) 2006 Diane Eble. All rights
reserved.
The Amazing God Story that Can't be
Written
The story I have to share with you today is not the story I
thought God would write in my life.
You haven't heard from me in a while, mainly because I've been
super busy launching a book (MotherStyles: Using Personality Type to Discover Your Parenting Strengths) and a
business (helping people get their books written and published).
Concerning the latter, I thought it would be very useful to go
to the annual Christian Booksellers convention this week in Denver to renew my publishing contacts. Gene goes
because he works for a publisher. I would have been able to stay with him, no extra charge. Time away from
the children, together!)As an author, my publisher could get me in. The kids had friends they could stay with
for a week. My only expenses would be for transportation. Surely God would provide that.
I prayed about it. I tried to earn extra. I even asked a couple
of people to help me out. The money did not seem to be forthcoming, and I felt strongly that this was not
something to put on the credit card, even if it was a business expense.
The day before Gene left for the convention, a friend called.
After she told me about how God provided for her at the 11th hour, I mentioned my
situation.
She said, "My husband has a voucher he got when he was bumped a
year ago, and I think it expires this week. Let's see if I can find it, and if it's
transferrable."
She did find something. We each called the airline company,
described the vouther in details, and were reassured that it was usable and transferrable.
I checked flights to Denver, thinking this was God's amazing way
of providing for me to go to the convention after all.
No flights to Denver available under that
voucher.
I hung up, very disappointed. Then it hit me: I have a free
ticket to go anywhere! Where did I want to go?
Portland, I decided. As in Portland, Oregon. I have two sets of
dear friends out there I'd love to visit.
Called the friends. They'd love to have me! Portland is so
beautiful now! We'd have so much fun!
But then I checked the airline again. No flights to Portland on
that voucher. No flights to Seattle, either. At least, not through Nov. 8, when she stopped
checking.
But there were flights to Miami. I have a cousin in Florida I'd
love to see. Called her. Debbie said it would be a fine time to visit. We'd have so much fun.... "We'll do
whatever you want to do," she said.
The Amazing God Story I thought I'd be writing was how God knew
I needed a vacation even more than I needed to be at the convention.
But it was not to be....
When my friend, who had the plane ticket, went to the airport to
transfer it over to me--a trip he did not relish taking--the airline told him it was not a valid travel
voucher. Despite us having called the airline at least 7 times, describing every inch of the paper and being
told it was indeed a voucher and transferrable, US Air told Bill it was not valid.
Case closed.
No vacation for Diane.
Did something wonderful come up for me this week anyway? Not
yet. I stayed home, got a lot done. Today I'm taking a retreat of sorts. I will try to get something done
that I've been trying to find time for for months. (Something that will benefit my Abundant Gifts
readers.)
But here's what God did, that I can recognize. The morning my
friend called about the plane ticket, right before she called in fact, I talked to a neighbor. The neighbor
was having a garage sale, and I stopped by on my walk.
We got to chatting, and she told me that in April, she lost her
future son-in-law. He dropped dead of a heart attack one day. Her daughter, who is 49, was devastated. She'd
finally found the love of her life, and was all set for a wonderful future. Jane and her fiance had bought a
house. They were to be married this summer.
Within a week of that tragedy, my neighbor, Genevieve, also lost
her 33-year-old mentally handicapped son, who lived with her. She lost a son and son-in-law, her daughter
Jane lost a fiance and beloved brother. All within a week.
Genevieve told me that she and Jane have a strong faith in God,
and that is what is getting them through. Her faith lingered with me. I returned later that afternoon and
gave her a copy of Abundant Gifts.
Genevieve's story framed my own disppointment with a new
perspective. What was my diappointment in a missed vacation compared to the crushing disappointment of losing
one's love and a future that seemed a dream come true? Of losing the son one has cared for and lived with for
more than 30 years?
In a strange way, God used their story to help me. Even though I
felt very disappointed in not being able to take the vacation I thought I'd take, I felt an underlying peace
and sense that God is in control.
He has provided miraculously for me in the past. This time he
chose not to. I may never know why, or he may reveal it. Either way, I know he's with me.
Life is full of disappointment. But it tends to evaporate when
the presence of God is trusted.
copyright (c) 2006 Diane Eble. All rights
reserved.
Here are some past issues:
************************************************
Welcome
to
ABUNDANT GIFTS
a newsletter to help you
develop
the habit of seeing every day
gifts from a lavish God
The authors are listed as “Janet P. Penley
with Diane Eble.”
It is my tenth book (eleventh, if you count
the compilation calledThe Happy BirthdayBook , as amazon
does). It is Janet’s first.
As I page through this book, so familiar
yet new now that I hold the designed, actual book in my hands, I think about vision. About the power of a dream, of
even passing desires. Somehow, they all have power. Energy to create reality.
I think about what a gift it is to create.
We co-create our lives, in tandem with God. And as we create other things as well--a book, a meal, a dress, a
wreath, a new marketing plan, a baby--we express our essential nature: "made in the image of God," the original
Creator.
We can create alone, but more often, we
create with other people. In this case,MotherStyles was born of two women's vision, and one woman's major life
work.
Although Janet Penley began her work with
mothers in 1988, the bookMotherStyles was conceived, you
might say, in 1993, when I heard Janet speak at a mothering group, then called F.E.M.A.L.E. (Formerly Employed
Mothers At the Leading Edge), now called Mothers & More.
Janet spoke about 16 different mothering
styles, based on personality theory developed by Carl Jung and popularized by Katherine Briggs and Isabel Myers in
the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator® (MBTI). I had just gotten certified for giving the MBTI myself, and was writing a
book at the time that also talked about personality type.
I stood in line to meet Janet after her
talk was over. Told her how excellent her presentation was, how I’d just become certified to give the MBTI myself,
how all this personality type stuff had been like a huge light bulb of self-understanding for me. I also bought her
self-publishedM.O.M.S. Handbook.
In the days that followed, I devoured
Janet’sHandbook. I called
her, asked if I could interview her for my book,A Life You Can
Love. Thus began our friendship as she graciously offered her
insights for my book.
I told her she should consider writing a
“regular book” about Mothers of Many Styles. TheHandbook was fine, as far as it went, but I
knew there was a great book here. Something nobody had done before, something millions of mothers needed. I knew
how much personality type theory had helped me. I knew how to get published. I’d help her write the thing even, if
she wanted. I just wanted to see her material “out there,” enlightening other mothers on a grander
scale.
Well, she wasn’t ready. We kept in touch,
off and on. I sent her books I’d written as they came out. She was especially supportive
ofAbundant Gifts. Every so often, I’d ask if she had any more thoughts of writing the Mothers of Many Styles
book. She always had very good reasons for “not yet.”
Then, in November 2003, she called me and
said, “I think I’m ready to write the book. Can we talk about it?”
And so we met and dreamed over lobster
bisque and salad about what this book might be, and what my role might be.
We solidified an agreement a few months
later, and spent the rest of 2004 trying to get a handle on the book. Did a lot of market research, a lot of
talking. Too much talking, perhaps. It seemed like we were going around in circles, and sometimes frustration
surfaced.
Yet I’ve come to trust the creative
process. Sometimes dreams take a while to gather enough energy to manifest into a tangible product. Even though it
felt like we were going nowhere, what was really happening was, the vision was gathering both shape and momentum.
This was a necessary step in the creative process, called “assimilation.” The book was incubating, growing unseen
and hidden from our consciousness, within both of us.
Finally, by December 2004, we both felt the
impatience of The Next Creative Step. Incubation was over, it was time for action! Reality cooperated. We found an
agent. We pulled together a proposal, outline, sample chapters. Within three months, the book had a
publisher.
(Interesting side note: Years ago, I
registered a conscious desire to be published someday by Addison-Wesley. That publisher no longer exists … it was
bought out by The Perseus Group, of which Da Capo Lifelong Books is a division ... and Da Capo “happens” to be the
publisher ofMotherStyles .)
With a contract in hand, we continued
writing the book. The Action phase, from when we started the proposal until when we finished the manuscript, took
nine months, January through September of 2005.
(Another interesting side
note:All my books have
taken me nine months to actually write. No matter what else was or was not going on in my life, no matter how long
the book—it always seems to take me nine months.)
So now, here it is,
finally.MotherStyles, complete and finished, going out into the world 13 years after the spark of “conception,”
that first connection Janet and I made. Conceived, birthed and launched in its own time, not according to the
timetable of the “parents” but according to a deeper sense of timing.
I decide on a quiet celebration: I make
myself a cup of peppermint cocoa. I stir flavored chocolate shavings into steaming milk, then pour it into a mug
with “Texas” on it in quiet acknowledgment of Janet, who now lives in Texas. I savor the sweetness of the drink,
the moment.
Like a child, each book is unique, special,
loved for its own sake. Each is launched into the world with high hopes of fulfilling its purpose, a purpose that
somehow seems divine.
I hope this book will outlive us both, but
one never knows.
So now, a blessing:
Go,MotherStyles , go and fulfill your destiny. Be an inspiration, a gift, to many,
many mothers. As it blessed Janet and me to write you, go and bless others with these truths. Set them free to
mother with their best selves, in enlightened energy.
And you, dear reader, if you have a
creative project you dream of bringing to life, take heart. Feed your dream, don’t let it starve. Patiently let it
gather energy in its own time. Pay attention to the sparks, trust the process. Someday you’ll hold in your hands
the tangible form of your original vision, and marvel at the miracle of the creative process. And as Janet says
when she looks at the published book hot off the presses, “In a strange way, it feels like it’s always been there
sitting on my desk; as familiar to me as my child’s face.”
(Posted March 6,
2006)
“Mom, You Just Discovered the
Meaning of Life!”
(But Will It Lead to
Riches?)
It was bedtime one
Monday night, and my 10-year-old daughter, Christine,and I were chatting as we often do while she gets ready for bed.
As she brushed her long brown hair, she suddenly said, “Mom,
what is the meaning of life? I mean, like, why are we even here?”
Dumfounded, I just stared at her for a second.
I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t asking those kinds of
questions until at least age 12—and I thought I was precocious….
Fortunately, my pastor had just happened to mention the answer
to the first question to the Westminster Confession in his sermon the day before. (Gift!) Also fortunately, I
had been listening—and I remembered now.
“The purpose of life,” I said, “is to glorify God and enjoy him
forever.”
She looked at me, big blue eyes round in amazement. Then she
shouted joyfully, “Mom, that’s it! Yes! That is the answer! Of course. What else could it
be?”
We talked about that some. I emphasized the “enjoy him forever,”
since this is something it seems to me so many Christians miss. Living a life of faith is not about going
through the motions of dry duty. It’s about life, true life, abundant life, life because we’re connected to
the very Source of True Life.
“Mom,” Christine said excitedly, “you’re going to make us rich.
You know the answer everyone is looking for!”
(Note here our failure as Christian parents. She obviously did
not know the Westminster Confession, had no clue that I was not the initiator of this profound answer.
)
I gently told her this was not my own brilliant idea, but that
it comes from the Bible and early church leaders who distilled the biblical truths into some very good
questions and answers, and that this was one of the most basic because, as she said, this is the question
everyone wants answered.
I also told her this answer has been around for a couple of
thousand years, and that in a way, sharing this answer with other people, in life and word, is what every
Christian is asked to do. It’s what my own books all boil down to.
“You mean, then, it won’t make us rich?” she asked in
disappointment.
“That’s doubtful,” I said.
It’s actually not a bad question. If we Christians supposedly
have The Answer that everyone is dying to know, why aren’t people paying us to learn it?
More pointedly, why aren’t Christians acting as if this is the
Answer to Life?
To me, it’s an astounding idea that the Creator of this vast and
amazing universe, from the farthest flung planet to the mysterious force that holds all cells together (a
quark, perhaps?)—this Creator God says (if you believe the Bible, as I do) that he actually desires a
personal relationship with each and every individual, and that he made a way for that to
happen.
A way that cost him the most precious thing he had—the life of
his only Son, who somehow, in some unfathomable energy of Relationship, is fully God but became fully human,
too, and died a human death and rose a divine conqueror—all so that these human beings, made in his very own
image, could know him in their daily life, and then join him in some unimaginable paradise that we all
unconsciously pine for every day of our lives … and live there forever.
See, that truth just floors me. To experience it daily, as I do
whenever I open my heart (and I’m aware of it even when I don’t, there’s no escaping it)—that is something I
never quite get over.
Not too long ago I attended a retreat at my church on “The
Kingdom of God and the Poor.” One of the most powerful things done there was a reading of all the scriptures
that included a reference to “the kingdom of God.”
One thing that struck me: how many times it was mentioned that
one must become like a little child to enter, or receive, the kingdom of God.
I’ll leave you to ponder what all that means, as I will do. But
… might not Christine’s response to my words about the meaning of life be a good example of what Jesus
meant?
She didn’t debate it, doubt it, dissect it. She recognized the
truth instantly and received it joyfully.
Jesus himself once prayed, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven
and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little
children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.”
Interesting also that a few verses down, Jesus also made his
famous invitation, “Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take
my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your
souls. For my yoke is easy ad my burden is light.”
A child does not carry the weight of the world on her
shoulders.
The authors are listed as “Janet P. Penley with Diane
Eble.”
It is my tenth book (eleventh, if you count the compilation
calledThe Happy BirthdayBook, as amazon does).
It is Janet’s first.
As I page through this book, so familiar yet new now that I
hold the designed, actual book in my hands, I think about vision. About the power of a dream, of even passing
desires. Somehow, they all have power. Energy to create reality.
I think about what a gift it is to create. We co-create our
lives, in tandem with God. And as we create other things as well--a book, a meal, a dress, a wreath, a new
marketing plan, a baby--we express our essential nature: "made in the image of God," the original
Creator.
We can create alone, but more often, we create with other
people. In this case,MotherStyles was born of two women's vision, and one woman's major life
work.
Although Janet Penley began her work with mothers in 1988,
the bookMotherStyles was conceived, you
might say, in 1993, when I heard Janet speak at a mothering group, then called F.E.M.A.L.E. (Formerly Employed
Mothers At the Leading Edge), now called Mothers & More.
Janet spoke about 16 different mothering styles, based on
personality theory developed by Carl Jung and popularized by Katherine Briggs and Isabel Myers in the Myers-Briggs
Type Indicator® (MBTI). I had just gotten certified for giving the MBTI myself, and was writing a book at the time
that also talked about personality type.
I stood in line to meet Janet after her talk was over. Told
her how excellent her presentation was, how I’d just become certified to give the MBTI myself, how all this
personality type stuff had been like a huge light bulb of self-understanding for me. I also bought her
self-publishedM.O.M.S. Handbook.
In the days that followed, I devoured
Janet’sHandbook. I
called her, asked if I could interview her for my book,A Life You Can
Love. Thus began our friendship as she graciously offered her
insights for my book.
I told her she should consider writing a “regular book” about
Mothers of Many Styles. TheHandbook was fine, as far as it went, but I knew there was a great book here. Something nobody had
done before, something millions of mothers needed. I knew how much personality type theory had helped me. I knew
how to get published. I’d help her write the thing even, if she wanted. I just wanted to see her material “out
there,” enlightening other mothers on a grander scale.
Well, she wasn’t ready. We kept in touch, off and on. I sent
her books I’d written as they came out. She was especially supportive ofAbundant Gifts. Every so often, I’d ask if she had any more thoughts of writing the Mothers of Many Styles
book. She always had very good reasons for “not yet.”
Then, in November 2003, she called me and said, “I think I’m
ready to write the book. Can we talk about it?”
And so we met and dreamed over lobster bisque and salad about
what this book might be, and what my role might be.
We solidified an agreement a few months later, and spent the
rest of 2004 trying to get a handle on the book. Did a lot of market research, a lot of talking. Too much talking,
perhaps. It seemed like we were going around in circles, and sometimes frustration surfaced.
Yet I’ve come to trust the creative process. Sometimes dreams
take a while to gather enough energy to manifest into a tangible product. Even though it felt like we were going
nowhere, what was really happening was, the vision was gathering both shape and momentum. This was a necessary step
in the creative process, called “assimilation.” The book was incubating, growing unseen and hidden from our
consciousness, within both of us.
Finally, by December 2004, we both felt the impatience of The
Next Creative Step. Incubation was over, it was time for action! Reality cooperated. We found an agent. We pulled
together a proposal, outline, sample chapters. Within three months, the book had a publisher.
(Interesting side note: Years ago, I registered a conscious
desire to be published someday by Addison-Wesley. That publisher no longer exists … it was bought out by The
Perseus Group, of which Da Capo Lifelong Books is a division ... and Da Capo “happens” to be the publisher
ofMotherStyles .)
With a contract in hand, we continued writing the book. The
Action phase, from when we started the proposal until when we finished the manuscript, took nine months, January
through September of 2005.
(Another interesting side
note:All my books
have taken me nine months to actually write. No matter what else was or was not going on in my life, no
matter how long the book—it always seems to take me nine months.)
So now, here it is, finally.MotherStyles, complete and finished, going out into the world 13 years after the spark of “conception,”
that first connection Janet and I made. Conceived, birthed and launched in its own time, not according to the
timetable of the “parents” but according to a deeper sense of timing.
I decide on a quiet celebration: I make myself a cup of
peppermint cocoa. I stir flavored chocolate shavings into steaming milk, then pour it into a mug with “Texas” on it
in quiet acknowledgment of Janet, who now lives in Texas. I savor the sweetness of the drink, the
moment.
Like a child, each book is unique, special, loved for its own
sake. Each is launched into the world with high hopes of fulfilling its purpose, a purpose that somehow seems
divine.
I hope this book will outlive us both, but one never
knows.
So now, a blessing:
Go,MotherStyles , go and fulfill your destiny. Be an inspiration, a gift, to many,
many mothers. As it blessed Janet and me to write you, go and bless others with these truths. Set them free to
mother with their best selves, in enlightened energy.
And you, dear reader, if you have a creative project you
dream of bringing to life, take heart. Feed your dream, don’t let it starve. Patiently let it gather energy in its
own time. Pay attention to the sparks, trust the process. Someday you’ll hold in your hands the tangible form of
your original vision, and marvel at the miracle of the creative process. And as Janet says when she looks at the
published book hot off the presses, “In a strange way, it feels like it’s always been there sitting on my desk; as
familiar to me as my child’s face.”
(Posted March 6, 2006)
“Mom, You Just Discovered the Meaning of
Life!”
(But Will It Lead to Riches?)
It was bedtime one Monday night, and my 10-year-old daughter,
Christine,
and I were chatting as we often do while she gets ready for
bed.
As she brushed her long brown hair, she suddenly said, “Mom,
what is the meaning of life? I mean, like, why are we even here?”
Dumfounded, I just stared at her for a second.
I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t asking those kinds of
questions until at least age 12—and I thought I was precocious….
Fortunately, my pastor had just happened to mention the answer
to the first question to the Westminster Confession in his sermon the day before. (Gift!) Also fortunately, I
had been listening—and I remembered now.
“The purpose of life,” I said, “is to glorify God and enjoy him
forever.”
She looked at me, big blue eyes round in amazement. Then she
shouted joyfully, “Mom, that’s it! Yes! That is the answer! Of course. What else could it
be?”
We talked about that some. I emphasized the “enjoy him forever,”
since this is something it seems to me so many Christians miss. Living a life of faith is not about going
through the motions of dry duty. It’s about life, true life, abundant life, life because we’re connected to
the very Source of True Life.
“Mom,” Christine said excitedly, “you’re going to make us rich.
You know the answer everyone is looking for!”
(Note here our failure as Christian parents. She obviously did
not know the Westminster Confession, had no clue that I was not the initiator of this profound answer.
)
I gently told her this was not my own brilliant idea, but that
it comes from the Bible and early church leaders who distilled the biblical truths into some very good
questions and answers, and that this was one of the most basic because, as she said, this is the question
everyone wants answered.
I also told her this answer has been around for a couple of
thousand years, and that in a way, sharing this answer with other people, in life and word, is what every
Christian is asked to do. It’s what my own books all boil down to.
“You mean, then, it won’t make us rich?” she asked in
disappointment.
“That’s doubtful,” I said.
It’s actually not a bad question. If we Christians supposedly
have The Answer that everyone is dying to know, why aren’t people paying us to learn it?
More pointedly, why aren’t Christians acting as if this is the
Answer to Life?
To me, it’s an astounding idea that the Creator of this vast and
amazing universe, from the farthest flung planet to the mysterious force that holds all cells together (a
quark, perhaps?)—this Creator God says (if you believe the Bible, as I do) that he actually desires a
personal relationship with each and every individual, and that he made a way for that to
happen.
A way that cost him the most precious thing he had—the life of
his only Son, who somehow, in some unfathomable energy of Relationship, is fully God but became fully human,
too, and died a human death and rose a divine conqueror—all so that these human beings, made in his very own
image, could know him in their daily life, and then join him in some unimaginable paradise that we all
unconsciously pine for every day of our lives … and live there forever.
See, that truth just floors me. To experience it daily, as I do
whenever I open my heart (and I’m aware of it even when I don’t, there’s no escaping it)—that is something I
never quite get over.
Not too long ago I attended a retreat at my church on “The
Kingdom of God and the Poor.” One of the most powerful things done there was a reading of all the scriptures
that included a reference to “the kingdom of God.”
One thing that struck me: how many times it was mentioned that
one must become like a little child to enter, or receive, the kingdom of God.
I’ll leave you to ponder what all that means, as I will do. But
… might not Christine’s response to my words about the meaning of life be a good example of what Jesus
meant?
She didn’t debate it, doubt it, dissect it. She recognized the
truth instantly and received it joyfully.
Jesus himself once prayed, “I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven
and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little
children. Yes, Father, for this was your good pleasure.”
Interesting also that a few verses down, Jesus also made his
famous invitation, “Come to me, all you who are weary and carry heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take
my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your
souls. For my yoke is easy ad my burden is light.”
A child does not carry the weight of the world on her
shoulders.
Below is a sample of the newsletter sent February 14,
2006
Welcome
to ABUNDANT GIFTS a newsletter to help you develop the habit of seeing every day gifts from a lavish God ____________________________________________________________
* Welcome to new subscribers * Delicious Way to Lose Weight * Perspectives on ... Love * If YOU missed Diane on Midday Connection * Pass it On * Gifts from my web site * Coming soon ... * Copyright/reprint information
More than 150 people signed up for this newsletter as a
result of hearing me on the Midday Connection radio show, and I want to extend a hearty welcome to all of you.
I will pass on the gifts God gives to me, large and small,
in the form of new stories, quotes, even recipes (as in this edition).
As always, my hope is that you will be blessed not only by
the gifts themselves, but by being drawn to the Giver who so wants you to know how much you are loved.
_________________________________________________
WHO LOVES
CHOCOLATE? An inepensive, delicious way to lose weight (I
hope, anyway)
Okay, this may seem trivial, but it's connected to a great
gift-- the gift of health--so I pass it on to you.
Do you remember one of the quotes
fromAbundant Gifts by Sandra Boynton? "Research tells us that fourteen out of any ten individuals like chocolate."
Well, I'm one of the 14 (or is it the 10?). For years I
was allergic to it, but eventually I outgrew the allergy. I've enjoyed it ever since. Perhaps too much.
On this day when chocolate is a part of celebrating love, I
thought I'd pass on a delicious, inexpensive, low-calorie, even HEALTHY concoction that I take whenever my sweet tooth converges with a need for energy (around three times a day, though I usually limit myself to one or two).
Note that since I don't count calories, I can't tell you
exactly how many there are in this drink. But I do know it's not many.
1/3-1/2 cup of nonfat dry milk 1-1 1/2 cups of water 1 heaping tablespoon unsweetened cocoa powder 1 packet Stevia* or Stevia Plus a dash of 2 percent, whole milk or even cream (if you can afford the calories)
In a glass jar with tight-fitting lid, mix a couple
tablespoons of milk and the cocoa powder, shaking until a smooth paste. Add the milk powder and water and shake until well combined. Pour into a microwaveabole cup, microwave on high for 1 1/2-2 minutes. Begin to stir the drink, and while stirring, pour in the stevia. If you like, add a dash of milk or cream. Enjoy!
*Stevia is a natural sweetener taken from a small shrub that
grows in Paraguay. Stevia has zero calories and a great taste. I use the brand by SweetLeaf, which you can find in a health food store. The "Plus" is the addition of inulin fiber (FOS)--a naturally-occuring fiber that is found in chicory, fruits and vegetables. Inulin fiber is supposed to nourish the healthy bacteria in the intestines and may also support healthy liver and immune function.
What I know about Stevia is that it's much healthier than
sugar or any of the artificial sweeteners. I did a study a while back on Splenda, the latest artificial sweetener, and discovered that the studies that say it's safe were questionable. (For more on that, visitwww.mercola.com and search for Splenda.)
Anyway, I like this, and find it curbs my appetite for
around two hours. Hope you like it, too.
Since this is Valentine's Day, I thought I'd pass on some
thought- provoking quotes on love. Ponder and be blessed.
"We are all pencils in the hand of a writing God, who
is sending love letters to the world." --Mother Teresa
'Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak
kindly. Leave the rest to God. --Bill Barrows
"Everything is, is freely given by the God of love.
All is grace. Light and water, shelter and food, work and free time, children, parents, grandparents, life and Death--it is all given to us. Why? So that we can say thanks; thanks to God, thanks to each other, thanks to all and everyone.” —Henri Nouwen
"Where there is great love there are always
miracles."
--Willa Cather
“The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself.”—Victor Hugo
"The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say, "What are you going through?"
--Simone Weil
“There's a whole lot of people who are so freaking
busy, they're so cluttered that they're at their wits' end. And if they'd only just stop for a minute, they could hear the God of the universe whisper to them, ‘I love you.’”
-- Mike Yaconelli
"The best portion of a good man's life is his
little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."
--William Wordsworth
""Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to
know that we are not alone." -- C.S. Lewis
"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." --Peter Ustinov
________________________________________________
IF YOU MISSED DIANE ON MIDDAY CONNECTION
...
On February 2, Diane was the featured radio guest
on Midday Connection, talking about gratitude and her book,Abundant Gifts.
If you missed the show, want to hear it again, or if
you would like to tell a friend where to listen,click here.
Several callers shares their testimonies of God's
grace during some tough times. I think you'll be encouraged by listening.
_____________________________________________
PASS IT ON!
If this newsletter has encouraged you, please feel free to
pass it on to a friend who would also enjoy it.
To download the Digital Personal Journal to keep track of
your abundant gifts on your own computer, go to the home page www.abundant-gifts.com. There are several places to sign up, in the popup box, the web page itself (look in the box con- taining the story, "When the Gift is the Giver"), or at the bottom of the page.
_______________________________________________
COMING SOON ...
My next messages will contain stories of recent miracles
I've witnessed, and an article on how to keep a gifts journal and do a Daily Examen. Stay tuned!
All God's abundance to you,
Diane Eble
Copyright (c) 2006 by Diane Eble. All rights
reserved.
* Copyright Notice/Reprint Policy
All material in this ezine is protected by U.S. Federal
Copyright law. It may not be reprinted in any form, or hosted on any Web site without explicit permission from Diane Eble.
ALL comments welcome and reprint permission available
through e-mail request. No reasonable request denied. Contact Diane atdiane@abundant-gifts.com.
SPECIAL
OFFER!
Last year I made la special offer that I have decided to
repeat.
If you would like asigned and personalized copy of
either edition ofAbundant Gifts (they are two different covers), see the instructions at the end of the
page (highlighted in yellow) on how to obtain one. Do your Christmas shopping early with
aone-of-a-kind
gift. Supplies are limited,
sodon't miss out by
waiting. Once my supplies are gone, they are gone
for good!
Welcome
to
ABUNDANT
GIFTS/o:p>
a newsletter to help you
develop
the habit of seeing every day
gifts from a lavish God
________________________________________
Published by Diane
Eble
author of ABUNDANT GIFTS: A
Daybook of Grace-Filled Devotions
(second edition, New Hope
Publishers, 2004)
PREMIER
ISSUE, September 2000
In This
Issue:
1. Why this
newsletter
2. Gift-Giving and the Language
of Love
3. How I Discovered a
Gift-Giving God
4.
Perspectives
5 Abundant Gifts to Relish in
September.
6. Pass This On to a
Friend
7. Subscribe/Unsubscribe
information
8. More Abundant
Gifts
9. Web sites to check
out/o:p>
10. Copyright
information
________________________________________
1. WHY THIS
NEWSLETTER?
Welcome to the ABUNDANT GIFTS
Newsletter! I am
writing this because, quite
frankly, I had such a
wonderful time writing my book
ABUNDANT GIFTS
that I wanted to keep up the
momentum! The stories of
God’s goodness and grace, in my
life and the lives of
those I know, have continued to
flow, and I wanted a
venue for sharing them. If you
want to know what
inspired and continues to
inspire me to share these
stories, read Psalm 145. It’s
too long to quote here, but
it’s all about “proclaiming the
greatness, celebrating the
mighty power, telling of the
mighty deeds” of the One
who “satisfies the hunger and
thirst of every living
thing.”
That’s what I will attempt to
do in this newsletter.
You’ll read true stories of
God’s goodness and grace in /o:p>
the lives of real people.
You’ll hear about things that /o:p>
have been gifts to me—people,
insights, experiences,
books, quotes, recipes that
will, I hope, enhance your
life as they had mine. I’ll
suggest different kinds of gifts
to savor each month—those
universal gifts that are too
often overlooked. But I hope
you will be on the lookout
for the personalized gifts that
come like packages
selected and wrapped specially
for you. My hope and
prayer is that these things
will encourage you as much as
they have me, and that they
will open your eyes and
heart to the God who is
“gracious and compassionate,
slow to anger and rich in love
… good to all, having
compassion on all he has made”
(Psalm 145:8, 9).
________________________________________
2. GIFT-GIVING AND THE LANGUAGE OF
LOVE
One day I received a large box
in the mail. Who could
be sending me presents, and
why? I hurriedly opened the
box. Inside were several small,
individually wrapped
gifts. I opened the little
card. My friend who sent the
gifts wrote that she could tell
I was a little “down” from
my last letter, so here were a
few little things to cheer
me up.
I opened each gift with
delight. An address book.
Padded clothes hangers. A
flannel nightgown, sewn by
the giver. A sachet. Nothing
terribly expensive, but each
gift was sent with thought and
love. I’m not sure I ever
felt quite so loved. Those
gifts were pure grace—
unexpected, sent with love,
“just because” the gift giver
wanted to show she
cared.
Gift giving, says Dr. Gary
Chapman, is one of the
“languages of love” that we all
understand. But it’s also
a language of divine love, I’m
discovering. “God so
loved the world that he GAVE
His only begotten Son,”
John 3:16 tells us. God is
always giving his good gifts to
us, because He is love, and it
is the nature of love to
give.
________________________________________
3. HOW I DISCOVERED A GIFT-GIVING
GOD
I first discovered God as a
generous, good God in the /o:p>
process of writing a previous
book, KNOWING THE
VOICE OF GOD. It seemed that
every day God was
doing something very special in
my life. Every day I saw
his hand in my life in big
ways, small ways, all kinds of
ways. Every time I needed
something, whether an idea,
<>
began to keep track of what I
felt God was doing in my
life. At night I would jot down
in a spiral notebook
“gifts” given for that day. I
saw them as not just generic
“blessings,” but as love gifts
from a personal and
generous
God.
The more I wrote down, the more
I saw. The more I
looked, the more I noticed.
Everyday gifts suddenly
didn’t seem so ordinary. I
began to see them as
expressions of God’s love for
me given by a lavish God
who simply loves, and loves to
give.
I continued to keep track, to
take ten minutes or so
every night (or sometimes the
next morning) to jot
down the gifts for the
day. I didn’t expect it to
revolutionize my life, but it
did.
I went through a rocky time
shortly after I began my
gifts journal: insomnia and
post-partum depression,
friends moving out of state. I
often felt irritable, spacey,
trapped, weepy or just plain
sleepy. I was concerned
about certain health problems,
worried about finances
and my work
productivity. Keeping the gifts journal in
/o:p>
the midst of all these
struggles realigned my focus and
my perspective. I discovered
that God was right her, /o:p>
showing me he loves me, every
day.
What I was developing was the
habit of SEEING. Jesus
said the Spirit is like the
wind; we see the effects of
wind, though we cannot see the
wind itself. My gifts
journal showed me the effects
of the Spirit’s activity in
my life. Before keeping the
journal, I sometimes felt
poor, forgotten, lonely,
depressed. Since then, I have
felt rich, remembered, loved,
excited. As I give God
each day and look for the signs
of his goodness, life
becomes an
adventure.
Try it yourself: Look for the
good things that come your /o:p>
way. But instead of just
acknowledging them in a
generic way, try saying “thank
you” to the personal God /o:p>
who sent them as a gift. Then,
let me know the /o:p>
difference it’s made in your
life!
Adapted from Abundant Giflts by
Diane Eble, Tyndale
House Publishers. Copyright (c)
2000, all rights
reserved.
________________________________________
4.
PERSPECTIVES
“Those who have abandoned
themselves to God always
lead mysterious lives and
receive from him exceptional
and miraculous gifts by means
of the most ordinary,
natural and chance
experiences….”
--Jean-Pierre de
Caussade
“We have all benefitted from
the rich blessings [Christ]
brought to us—one gracious
blessing after another.”
--John 1:16, New Living
Translation
________________________________________
5. ABUNDANT GIFTS TO
RELISH IN SEPTEMBER
* The music of insects at
night
* Produce from the
garden
* The color of
mums
* The smile of a loved
one
* The affection of a
child
* The routine of school or
work
* Those “boring” days when
nothing [bad] happens
* Labor Day
weekend
* A good night’s
sleep
* Fresh
apples
________________________________________
6. PASS THIS ON TO A
FRIEND
If you liked this ezine,
forward it to a friend!
Your recommendations are how
this newsletter grows.
________________________________________
7.
SUBSCRIBE/UNSUBSCRIBE INFORMATION
To subscribe, reply to this
message with SUBSCRIBE
in the subject
line.
To unsubscribe, reply to this
message with
UNSUBSCRIBE in the subject
line.
I Value Your Privacy! I will
NEVER sell
or trade your email address to
anyone else.
________________________________________
8. MORE ABUNDANT
GIFTS
If you like the contents of
this newsletter, you’ll love the
book—ABUNDANT GIFTS: A Daybook
of Grace-
Filled Devotions (New Hope).
It’s got a beautiful hard
cover, a gorgeous inside design
(thanks to the
publisher), and 260 true
stories of God’s goodness and
grace. The book is designed so
that you can read one
story a day (in about three
minutes), five days a week
throughout the
year. But people tell me they can’t put it
down.
Michelle Rapkin Collings,
Editorial Director for the
Crossings Book Club, said, “Now
the discipline for me
of regular devotions is
limiting myself to ONE of Diane
Eble’s devotions per day!”
Crossings also called it
“delightful … an extraordinary
book … honest and
gripping, each vignette speaks
straight to the heart.”