Dented and Damaged

I received this post this morning from Proverbs 31.  It couldn’t have come to me on a better day!

“The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Psalm 34:18 (NIV)

I walked down the aisle of the discount grocery looking for a bargain. It’s always hit and miss in this store … and I had missed … again.

Before giving up and accepting defeat, I passed by a bin that caught my eye. The sign read: “Damaged Goods.” It was filled with dented cans and missing labels … no real rhyme or reason, just random items that were not shelf worthy. I knew just how that felt.

Life sometimes delivers the unexpected. Lessons learned in the school of hard knocks bruise us, dent us and remove the label that we believe defines who we are. A miscarriage strips away the title of mother. A divorce takes away the role of wife. A pink slip eliminates our role of employee.

We can feel as if we have been tossed into a bin, no longer worthy of a place on the shelf. With enough dents and damage, we can believe the lie that we are first-class failures and all hope is gone.

Shaking myself from my theological musings, I leaned over and intentionally chose a dented can with no label from the bin. I got it home and placed it on the counter with anxious anticipation. The whirr of the can opener finally penetrated the metal lid to reveal … peaches!!! I let out a schoolgirl squeal! I love peaches!! What a treat to open this can and be greeted by one of my favorite fruits. The can was damaged but the contents were still good … and sweet.

God continued the lesson He began in the grocery store.

I have been damaged. We all have to some degree. I am not living the life that I dreamed about when I was a kid. However, the damage that I have suffered has made the contents of my heart so much sweeter, so much more compassionate, so much more in pursuit of Jesus. I have been looked down upon and judged by many who have seen my labels missing and slapped on their own.

I’ve wanted to say, “Don’t judge too quickly. My damage has not defined me. It is refining me.” I may sometimes be at the bottom of life’s bin, but Jesus paid as high a price for those of us at the bottom as He did for those that are proudly displayed on the top shelf. In fact, Psalm 34:18 reassures me that He is near to those who are crushed and broken. What a relief that is!

Look around. Is there someone in your life, your family or your church that you consider “damaged goods”? Don’t miss an opportunity to reach out to them, to love them. You just might find a friendship that is good and sweet. And while reaching out to them, take a good look around at how the Lord is near to you. Wrap yourself up in His presence. That is one label that can’t be taken from us!

Dear Lord, my life hasn’t turned out exactly like I thought it would. But, I know You can still use me. Please forgive me for labeling others and judging them by their outside circumstances instead of the work that You are doing in their hearts. Help me realize that we all have dents but that’s what keeps us desperate for You. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

I hope that reading that spoke to some of you as much as it did me.  You are always sweet inside even if your label got torn a little along the way!

Personal Space

Yesterday I needed to go to the place I loathe, Wal-Mart! Colin and I quickly gathered what we needed in our cart and headed to the checkout line.

As we are waiting (because you know they have 20 something registers, but only 4 of them are open) this lady comes in behind me.  At first it’s okay because we are separated by her cart, that is nudging my heels, but that didn’t last long.  As we get closer and I can start putting my items on the conveyor belt she creeps up behind me and gets all in my personal space.

Internally I am telling myself to chill and that it’s okay, but it’s really not. I enjoy my personal space and require about 6-8 inches of it with random strangers in the Wal-Mart check out line!  Well as soon as I get up close enough for the cashier to check me out this lady is practically standing on top of me.  So not okay!  I look at her and give her a polite but stern look of please back off  and she tries to, but the other 3 or 4 people behind her are just as close on her. So I ask you all – the next time you are in the Wal-Mart check out line or any check out line for that matter please give the person in front of you some space!  They will appreciate it, I promise!

Gatsby

Tuesday night was date night with Miss K to see Gatsby! We have been talking about going to see this movie since the day we knew it would be in theaters. Who doesn’t love Gatsby, right?!

I was a little nervous because some of the reviews were less than flattering. I tried to put all that aside and watched the version with Robert Redford on Friday night to get myself prepared. I had a friend tell me that it was the best movie she’d ever seen and there was no way that the new version could touch this one. I was taken away with it, yes, but it wasn’t anything compared to the Gatsby I saw on Tuesday night.

Leonardo was the best choice for Gatsby! You could feel his love for Daisy with every word he spoke and see it with every glance toward her. Some of the music was a little off, but that was honestly my only complaint.

In the end I so badly wanted Daisy and Gatsby to run off and be together even though I knew it would end the same tragic way it always does.  I know that it’s wrong, but it just doesn’t seem fair for someone (Gatsby) to love someone (Daisy) SO much and not be able to have them or have them love in return.  Tom, no matter what he says, doesn’t love Daisy.  How could he with all of his flitting around?!  Just because he “always comes back”!  No. Thank. You.

With it all being so I guess Gatsby deserved someone much better than Daisy.  I mean she never returned his love the way Gatsby deserved any way.  Too bad we will never know that story!

FOMO

I came across this post today.  Honestly, I had never heard about FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out) before, but it really makes sense.  I see it all the time, maybe even experienced it myself.  I, like most or all of you, enjoy updates about my friends via blogs, facebook, or twitter, but do we need to be at every event all every time?  I don’t think so.  Maybe I am simple and plain or just plain boring, but what I enjoy most is being with my family and few close friends.  I feel like when I am with them, truly with them, there is no outside world.  No matter what they are my constant.  They will always be there.

Have you experienced FOMO?  Do you feel obligated to go to every single outing in fear of being forgotten when the next one comes around?  Does it really matter?  My guess is that it really doesn’t.  If you miss out on something who cares?  Not the ones who matter!  They won’t forget you.

It is Official

My contacts hate me! Remember this?  My horrible red eye!  Well it happened again.  While it isn’t as bad as those pictures it is red and itchy.  I am not happy about this!

I have been sporting glasses around about 6 months and I would like to get back to wearing my contact lenses.  I feel better wearing them.  Glasses are okay on certain days, but then there are days they do NOTHING for me!  Last week I wore my contacts for the majority of the week making sure to take them out and clean them good every evening.  Did that help?  Nope.  Apparently my eyes just don’t want to wear them anymore!  BOO to that!

Weekends

This weekend I will:

  1. Watch fireworks with my boys (thank you W&L and congrats law school graduates!);
  2. Take a trip to Roanoke for Rail Day;
  3. Take Colin shopping for his first pair of cleats (the boy is going to soccer camp this summer!);
  4. RUN (I hope!);
  5. Rest; and 
  6. Relax!

Happy Friday everyone! Enjoy the weekend and be nice to your mommas!