A Season of Happysad

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Happysad. The paradoxical mixture of joy, pride, and melancholy that happens when we stand in the intersection where one season of life is finishing and another starting.

Weddings are such a moment. Celebration of Life services might be another.

Graduation from high school is another.

Facebook is teeming with moments celebrating graduating seniors, most of them by moms. Pictures of babies now grown. Pictures of caps, gowns, and smiling young people. Brags and boasts on the awesomeness of their child. This is exactly how it should be. We all know that they were not always awesome, were sometimes downright awful, and that we had plenty of not- so- great parent moments. But, come the end of May and the end of their final school season, we set all of that aside and shout to the world our pride in our kids.

The transition from high school to “next” is a big one and needs to be celebrated. More than most things, it seems to signify that childhood is complete and adulthood starts. Now, we all know that is not true, but try telling that to our hearts. Right?

As I see the posts out there, I also hear the cry of a heart that is putting on a brave face because while you ARE truly celebrating, your heart hurts too. You’ve done a great job raising that child into a young adult. Your job is far from over (Amen, anyone?) but it is changing. Your bird is leaving the nest and you are the wind that is helping this process. That hurts just a little bit, all in a good way.

When a friend reached out to say, “I’m feeling a little down today,” I remembered what my own momma’s heart experienced when my boys graduated from high school.


There just isn’t another way to put it. I was filled with joy and happiness, and enjoying the celebration while the rogue tear slipped down my cheek. Truly proud of the young men my boys had become and yet wondering, When on earth did this happen? Excited and ready for them to move on while desperately wanting to hang on to that little boy who still needed his momma.

You know what I mean, don’t you?

It is easy to get caught up in our own lives and forget that someone is lonely today in their happiness. My friend’s call reminded me to reach out to my other momma friends who have seniors graduating this month and simply ask, How are you doing today?

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Those posts are from a momma with a heart that is simultaneously bursting with pride and silently breaking. If you know one of these momma’s – call her today and say I’m thinking about you. Text her today and ask her how she’s doing. Hug her neck the next time you see her to let her know that you know. You don’t even have to say anything.

You may not necessarily know the feeling of a graduating senior but you know the feeling of happysad. You know the feeling of joy tinged with poignant melancholy.

You know.

Reach out and forge that bond that lets someone else know they aren’t alone today. Be happysad with them.

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Life Lessons Learned in the Garden

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I learned to first love the feel of my hands in the dirt in the 5th grade. I had a demonstration speech to give that entailed showing how to do something and my “something” was How To Pot A Plant. My mom helped me pick out a suitable plant, a good pot, and the right dirt. I was hooked.

Throughout the years, I have moved several times, and have had new landscapes and gardens to play in. Gardening never gets old. There is always something new to discover and I love that. Most importantly, I have come to cherish the lessons I have learned in the garden…

I am always honored to write for the Christian Community News.  Join me there as we discover how the garden shows us that God cares about the details of our lives, we are meant to be fearless, and other important lessons…. I’m on page 10, but the whole magazine is worth your time!

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Is Prodigal Ever A Good Thing?

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Most of us know the story found in the 15th chapter of Luke. Even if you are not a Christian you are most likely familiar with it. It’s the story about the son who goes to his father and demands his share of his inheritance. Right now. The father willingly gives him what he asks. The young man takes off, leaves home and recklessly squanders his inheritance on wild living. After a time he finds himself destitute. To add insult to injury the only job he can find is as a hired hand feeding pigs. For this Jewish man, this has severe cultural ramifications.

One day this young man looks around at his situation and realizes that the hired hands at his father’s home have it better than he does. So he decides to head back home, plead for his father’s mercy and ask that he be accepted back as a servant.

This young man is called the Prodigal Son and that is how this story is titled in most of our Bibles.

Prodigal means wastefully or recklessly extravagant; giving or yielding profusely; lavish; lavishly abundant; profuse.

Prodigal is probably not a word we use in our typical language and I dare say, when we do it is in the context of the negative example portrayed in our story. The son was certainly wasteful and reckless in his expenditures.

But what if this wayward son is not the only prodigal? What if prodigal is not always a bad thing? What if prodigal is a characteristic of God that he desires we exhibit?

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Our story goes on to a most astonishing end. As our downtrodden young man is trudging up the road toward home, he is rehearsing what he is going to say. With head down, he does not see his father keeping vigil in the distance. He doesn’t see his father running towards him. The next thing he knows he is swept up into his father’s embrace, never mind that he is dirty and stinks. His father’s profuse love for his son only knows that he was once lost but is now found.

In celebration, the father orders the fatted calf slaughtered and a feast prepared. He clothes his son with robes and sandals. The response of the father was to pour out lavish and extravagant – prodigal – love on his son. Some would say this wayward child did not deserve such things.

We all too often exemplify the negative of prodigal in our lives. We spend too much, we drink too much, we gossip too much, we work too much, we eat too much, we spend too much time on social media, we complain too much … to name a few ways we might squander time, resources, and relationships that have been given to us by God. And there are those who will begrudge us a second (or third…) chance.

But that is not how it is with God. His love for us is prodigal. Extravagant, lavishly abundant.

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Just as the lost son had to go home to experience and know the extravagant love of his father, so too must we go home. To Jesus.

The Christian community has just celebrated Easter. The remembrance of the death of Jesus and the proclamation of victory over sin and death through his resurrection. Is this not startling evidence of the prodigal love of God? That he would send his only son to die so that we could come home to him?

Jesus keeps vigil for us. He is waiting for us to come, hearts downtrodden, eyes downcast, bearing the weight of whatever we carry. In our stink and dirty state, he will wrap us up in his arms and celebrate that who was once lost is now found.

That’s us my friend. No matter how many times we might travel the road away, God stands ready to receive us home through Jesus. Every single time.

There is another story of prodigal love in the New Testament. We find it in John chapter 12. A single woman named Mary exhibits extravagant, even reckless, love for Jesus as she pours out sweet perfume on Jesus’ feet (John 12:1-11). Mary’s actions potentially risked her future. Just as there were no limits to Jesus’ love for her, Mary’s response to hold nothing back in response.

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I hope this challenges you the way it is challenging me. I’m not sure I know what kind of prodigal love God calls us to, or what that might even look like. I suspect it will be different for each one of us. I do know that I want to be a prodigal daughter of God. And the place to start is to truly receive and ponder the magnitude of God’s love for us in Jesus.

God my Redeemer, it was your prodigal love that sent your Son, Jesus Christ, to be lifted up on the cross – a love that seeks and serves the lost. As I trust in Jesus today, may I know your love that withholds the condemnation I deserve, and lavishes the acceptance I do not. Amen. (WC 7.3)

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