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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.
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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:
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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.
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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
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(c) 2006 by Diane Eble. All rights reserved.
*
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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
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FRIEND
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ezine, forward it to a friend!
Your recommendations
are how this newsletter grows.
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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.”