Monday, May 24, 2010

I Love a Good Unhappy Ending—Especially When it Helps Us Face Our Giants


You face giants by facing God first.
Focus on giants—you stumble.
Focus on God—your giants tumble.
--Max Lucado

No one likes unhappy endings.   But we can learn from unhappy endings just as we can from happy ones—if we try hard enough. Take the story of King David in the bible. Maybe you're not even aware that it ends unhappily. Maybe you've just skimmed the surface. You've become accustomed to the David slays Goliath and becomes king part forgetting that's just the appetizer while the prime rib awaits.


David's Story
In the beginning, a young David inspires us to be more than we can be. He triumphs over the philistine with his stones and staff becoming the never-to-be-forgotten boy that slew Goliath! Now that's a happy ending if I ever saw one—an inexperienced boy slays an eleven foot bully! Yes!


But David's story doesn't end there.


David goes on to be a valiant soldier, a wise military strategist, an able administrator, a diplomat, a composer, a musician and a king—of his very own city even—imagine that. King of the City of David. (1 Chron. 11:6-7). Then, on top of everything, David passes a difficult test of character. King Saul, who once loved David and anointed him to be king becomes jealous of David's popularity and wants him killed. At one point, David hides in a cave. Not knowing that David is in the cave, Saul enters alone, without any of his men for backup. David's face to face with his foe, and, yet, what does David do? What a true and noble man should do—he lets his opponent go free. He turns the other cheek. David could have taken the throne right then and there, but he refrains. Triumph again! The scriptures say David "was a man after God's heart" (Acts 13:22). At this point in time, we all love David. We only wish we could be as good as he is.


So, where is David's unhappy ending? It's coming. Because somewhere in all of David's triumphs something happens to his heart. In 2 Samuel 11:1, we read that David sends Joab out with the king's men and the whole Israelite army to battle. It was customary for kings to lead their men into battle, and yet, King David chooses to stay behind in Jerusalem. Why?


We don't know exactly. But what happens next in David's story may clue us in on where David may have set his heart. Perhaps, it was already transfixed on a conquest named Bathsheba. David already had many wives and concubines (a problem for me right there but that's for another entry).


So, back to David. He sees Bathsheba bathing and he calls for her. He knows she is another man's wife—a man who has been loyal to David all along. But that doesn't stop David. Hasn't he gotten everything he's wanted up to this point? And Bathsheba's reasoning for going to David? The privilege of being the hearts' desire of a mighty king perhaps? We don't know for sure, but we do know David and Bathsheba choose to break God's laws. That then leads to another serious offense. Murder. David has Uriah killed in an attempt to cover up his sin of adultery. Where is David's heart now? Certainly, not with God.


David's Heart Fails Him
Now, David has adultery in his heart and blood on his hands. The mighty king has fallen—well, not yet. The story isn't finished. Soon, the baby David and Bathsheba conceive dies. In time, David loses his hold on the kingdom, along with Bathsheba, all his wives, and concubines. His family is in turmoil. David spends the rest of his life regretting what he has done, seeking forgiveness from the God that once gave him Goliath. On a positive note, David's repentant heart birthed some of the most beautiful scripture ever written on repentance, but I wonder—was it was worth the mental torment? Such a heavy price to have to pay for peace.

"Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness:
according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
"Wash me…from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me. . . .
"Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence;
and take not thy holy spirit from me." ( Psalm 51:1–3, 10–11 .)

Eventually, David receives the assurance that his soul would be "delivered . . . from the lowest hell" ( Psalm 86:12–13 ). But this assurance could not and would not restore the blessings he had lost. God lets David experience consequence. He makes him accountable for his decisions. Blessings that could have been his were gone forever (see D&C 132:39 ). (http://institute.lds.org/manuals/old-testament-institute-student-manual-1/ot-in1-08-sam-psa-27.asp)

The prophet Nathan tells David "the sword shall never depart from thine house." That prophecy is fulfilled as David's children wars against him and each other. One sad tragedy after another. David's son Absalom has his brother Amnon killed for raping their sister—an act that goes unpunished by David. That angers Absalom. But how could David hold his own sons accountable for he, too, had committed high crimes.

Oh, the heartache that must have been in the house of David, only to get worse. David begs for the armies to "deal gently" with his son Absalom, for David's sake (2 Samuel 18:5). But Absalom rides through the dense forest, catches his head in the boughs of a great oak tree and his mule runs out from beneath him. Absalom is left hanging by his hair until the soldiers take full advantage and kill him. When David hears of the death of his son, he utters in desperation, " O my son, Absalom, my son, my son Absalom! Would I had died for you, O Absalom, my son, my son! (2 Samuel 18:33).  Still, another son's death is not the lowest point of David's life for he descends even deeper.  At the end of his life, David dies an old man in the presence of a stranger his associates hire to stay with him.


Turns out Goliath wasn't much of a giant compared to the other giants David had to face.

Not any one of us lives a Giant-free life.  Giants come in all shapes and sizes. Some are bottled up. Some are accessed with the click of mouse. Some are billed in oversized payments. And some are stubborn, unhealed wounds that seem to never die. And, yet, I believe each of us still has that spirit of a young David that says, "Get up and slay the Giant!" I don't believe that voice ever left David. Because God never left David. David left God. He stopped listening. He couldn't see himself as the boy who slew a Giant any longer. He only saw himself as a miserable failure. An unlucky soul who sold his soul the moment he said "yes" to the giant.

The Moral of the Story
The moral of King David's story? There are many. And I suggest you study on your own to draw out your own best conclusions. But as for me, David's story is the importance of remembering who you are. Just because you slay one giant does it mean you're home free. The Adversary set his eyes on you a long time ago. And he'll come back for a second and third round hoping that this time…your resistance will be down.


The unhappy ending? We learn from it. We decide never to take our eyes off the straight and narrow path—even for a mini-vacation from the drudgery of royal duties.

Just like David, with God's help, we can win big. But… and this is a big BUT…if our hearts are not solely tuned to God—at all times, and in all things, and all places—we also stand to lose big.

Like the Lord, I can't help but love the David who was the hero and also love the David who was human. So, too, are we. Hopefully, before it's too late, before the giant over takes us, we'll reach inside our satchel and pull out one more stone.

A Big Thank You 

To author Max Lucado, I thank you. I thank you with deepest gratitude for bringing to life the story of King David. In David's story, I found that I love unhappy endings…because in them lies the secret to facing Giants. If you keep a young David's heart, you will always win.

Question of the Day:  Who is your Giant?  And what are you going to do about it?


BUY Facing Your Giants

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Book Review--The Parable of the Golden Pathway by Jenny Phillips

I admit it.  I'm a page surfer.  That's what I call a person who curiously opens up a book and reads the first few pages to test out the water and then skims a few in the middle, before sneaking a peek at the ending to see how it all works out.  (Weird, I know.  Am I the only one who doesn't mind reading a book even though she knows how it's going to end?  Do I need therapy or what?!)

So, yesterday, I purchased Jenny Philllips NEW book, The Parable of the Golden PathwayAnd, yes, I was in my "surfing" mode.  Cramming in a quick "surf" while watching my son at the skate park and taking my daughter to a band concert, I perused the 20-something page storybook with unanticipated expectations.  Big mistake! 

Later on, when life quieted down, I immersed myself in the 20-something pages and realized all the beautiful analogies I had missed in that quick surf at the beginning of my day. 
The Parable of the Golden Pathway is a powerful little parable.  "The story recounts the travels of three young siblings, Sarah, Ori, and Tabitha, along the golden pathway to the kingdom of the Light Maker."  It illustrates the temptations, trials, consequences, and rewards that youth—and others—face in their daily journey to obey God’s laws.  The book promises that you will see yourself in the three main characters as they struggle to remain on the path and reach the Ligh Maker's kingdom.   

I see a Family Home Evening Lesson in sight.  (I'll let you know how it turns out.) 

YOUNG WOMEN IDEAS:  By the way, Jenny Phillips offers some suggestions for Young Womens activities at Resources at jennyphillips.com.  You'll want to check those out.

For Jenny Phillips' The Parable of the Golden Pathway, I give it my GOLD STAR. 

Take time to sit down and read this inspiring parable to your children. It's worth it!

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Life-Lesson on Trust: To be trusted you have to be willing to trust


My kids and I tried to rescue some stray kittens hiding behind the bushes near the Arctic Circle. Catch them so we could help them. That's all we wanted to do. Sadly, even opened cans of cat food failed to lure the kittens to a quick capture and rescue. Time and time again, these darling fur balls would timidly creep out from behind the bushes, swallow a chunk of cat food, and, before we could snatch them up, they would dart behind the thick bushes hopelessly out of sight. After an hour of trying, we left empty handed feeling horribly defeated because those kittens would remain orphans. All because they didn't trust us.


Trust is a tricky thing. One definition I found says: "Trust means making an exchange with someone when you do not have full knowledge about them, their intent and things they are offering to you." Think about it. God sends a baby to a twenty-something mom and dad who have never been parents, who know nothing about late night feedings, 102 degree fevers, and sharp corners on coffee tables. Now that's trust. Talk to me about trust in two years, when my daughter asks me to take the car for the first time all by herself. Yikes!


Ten years ago, when I showed up to teach my first class at a substance abuse treatment center, I learned how important trust was. I knew nothing, absolutely nothing about addiction. Just like those timid kittens, the women in my first class didn't trust me. They had no reason to. If they could have, they would have run behind the bushes. Instead of cans of cat food, I could have lured them in with Hershey bars. But that wouldn't have lasted long. With my son on my hip and my two little girls following close behind me, I entered the room. Forty pair of eyes can make a girl feel intimated. And I was.


"Hi, ladies. My name is, Jodi. How is everyone today?" Then without thinking I handed off my 6 month-old son to a woman sitting to my left.


"Hold him just a moment would ya? I need to get my notes." I shuffled through my diaper bag and found what I needed to start my class.


Looking back I'm sure a few of those women were thinking, "Who is this chick with her craft buckets and kids in color coordinated outfits?"


Throughout my class, I glanced at the young twenty-something woman bouncing my baby boy up and down on her lap. She did a fine job of keeping him occupied. At some point, I asked her if she had kids. She gave a longing look. Come to find out she didn't have custody of her son. He lived with his grandparents. She missed him.


"Oh, I'm sorry." Pause. "I hope you'll see him soon."


I'd never met this woman before but I wanted to hug her, console her and tell her to be strong. I couldn't imagine not being with my baby. It was after I'd been teaching at House of Hope for a few weeks that I realized what a welcome site my kids were to many of the women in treatment. Some had lost custody of their children permanently. Others were waiting to regain custody. Some women had scheduled supervised visits on weekends. These women missed their kids and being with my children consoled their aching arms.

That was ten years ago. Last month, I sat at the House of Hope Alumni Tea, an honorary celebration for women still in recovery. Wendy, a woman who graduated from treatment nine years previous sat at my table. We talked about that first class. And you know what she said?


"You know how I knew you were the real thing, Jodi? When you let me hold your son."
I had forgotten. Tears welled up in my eyes. Wendy was the girl with the dark streaks in her golden blonde hair who bounced my son up and down on her lap in my first class. It was one of those flash moments, when you get it. Really get it. It was all about trust and someone had to go first. And that someone was me.


Over the last ten years, all four of my kids have been hugged, high-fived, and patted on the back by hundreds of women fighting for their sobriety. They have allowed me and my family to be a small part of their lives during their stay at House of Hope. And it has been life-changing.


It's been almost a decade since Wendy and I decided to trust each other. And today, we have a beautiful friendship. Our children have attended the same school for the past five years. We've been on a fieldtrip together, sat next to each other at the Christmas concerts, and ate lunch together. Wendy's even taught classes with me at House of Hope. She's a successful business woman and a loving mother to her two sons. And she's sober. Her life is good. Wendy is one of my heroes.

So back to that definition of trust. "Trust means making an exchange with someone when you do not have full knowledge about them, their intent and things they are offering to you." When I handed my son to Wendy, I showed her I could be trusted to love, not judge. Silly me, I thought that gaining trust was going to come from something marvelously inspiring I had to say. Turns out that it wasn't what I said that was important. It was what I did. If you want to be trusted, you have to show what that looks like. We don't always do it the right way the first time. Sometimes it takes a few do-overs. But being trustworthy is worth any amount of do-overs.


As for the kittens, well, I'm looking for resources on-line for teaching felines how to trust. I just can't stop thinking about how hungry and thirsty they are. I hate to leave those little fur balls out in the cold when I know they need some love and tender care.


Matthew 25:26 "Naked, and ye clothed me: I was sick, and ye visited me: I was in prison, and ye came unto me."

House of Hope women, you are my heroes. You're my teachers. You're my inspiration. I never knew the fullness of God's power until I met a drug addict and saw the miracles in the lives of the women who live to have hope! Ladies, thanks for trusting me with who you are and allowing me to believe in who you can become.

Monday, May 10, 2010

How was Your Mother's Day?

Meet Lila...Holy cow just doesn’t seem appropriate.

Don't eat your friends … or you'll be lonely.


My friend Kris and I took our kids to Wheeler Farm and met Lila the Pig.  (Her name's not really Lila.  We just felt that she needed a feminine name, well, because you know.)  Lila spent the entire afternoon trying to get some relief by sitting her bottom-half in the water barrel.  She did the best she could under the circumstances. 

Hillarious!   Kris and I kept coming up with one liners and we laughed so hard we cried.  Here are just a few...

"That's SOOOMMMMEEE pig."

"I've heard of pigs in a blanket, but a pig in a bucket?"

"Here's a new way of looking at bringing home the bacon."

"Lila, thanks for making me feel so good in my workout clothes.  Bless you darlin'!"

"We're on a roll...yea...a sausage roll."

And, Kris, thanks for the laugh.  And Lila, you've got it goin' on!

A Diamond in the Rough--Author Jewel Adams Visits House of Hope

A few months ago, author Jewel Adams came to House of Hope to share her personal story of recovery.  I was so impressed with her.  Her honesty.  Her candor.  Her genuine ability to say, "I've been where you've been.  I've made it and so can you."  Her story inspired me and all of the women there.  Her name, Jewel, fits her perfectly.  She is truly a gem of a human being.  This is not the forum to share her story, but perhaps some time she will choose to do so.  She is a wife, mother of ten children, grandmother, and successful author.  The women loved receiving a free copy of her book, The Journey

Today, I'd love to introduce you to her latest Novella entitled, Tears of Heaven. It's an ebook on her website:  http://jewelsbestgems.blogspot.com/ 

I love when I meet people whose personal life stories inspire me to be a better human being.  I can honestly say, "Jewel, I knew the moment I met you I liked you!"

I've always said to the women in my classes, "When you get the chance to tell your story to help others, do it. There is healing-power in every story of recovery." I believe that.  We all have a story.  We've all overcome something or are in the process of doing so.  We are all diamonds in the rough. 

Who we are is not as important as who we are becoming.

I love meeting strong women who have already become something wonderful.  Women like Jewel!  Thank you, Jewel, for sharing your experience and your wisdom.  I look forward to working with you again. 

Diamond in the ROUGH--Someone who has exceptional future potential, but currently lacks the final touches that would make it truly stand out from the crowd.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

A Tribute to Invisible Women Everywhere--Happy Mother's Day

To all of the Invisible Women in my life...Happy Mothers Day! To those women I know and those I haven't met yet.

I "see" you.

With love & friendship,
Jodi

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Quotes on Virtue

FREE downloads.  Right click and save the above images.  If you need a higher resolution, email me at jodirobinson2182@hotmail.com and I'll email you the files.  These are great for decoupage' tiles for Young Womens handouts.  The girls can make them for an activity.  Thanks to http://www.shabbyblogs.com/ and Michelle Underwood for designing such an adorable pink frame!   The pink frame can be found on http://www.shabbyblogsblog.blogspot.com/.