Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Intentional Community


I'm discovering in our season of life that having a toddler, who just happens to be an extrovert opens the door to endless possibilities.  
Our Myka loves people and she loves for her people to feel connected. 
I become the recipient of that when I pick her up at daycare and she needs to introduce me to her friends and their mommies and daddies.
On our family walks in the community nearly every adult we meet must be mommy or daddy's friend.  It's an interesting perspective to have, but not exactly new.  

There are no strangers here; 
Only friends you haven't yet met.
~William Butler Yeats~


It seems like a lot of the past few years for me have been a search for community.
The places I thought I once belonged no longer have space for me.
The relationships I once held dear did not survive change.
And so my community was turned upside down and inside out and my life started to feel a little like Alice in Through the Looking Glass.

Through my daughter I am starting to realize how narrow my view of community had become.
When I worked as a nurse in downtown Indianapolis, I had diverse friendships.  I regularly interacted and shared life with people, who were different from me.
They were different races and cultures.  
They had different political and social viewpoints.  
My community was diverse and I learned and grew as I shared life with people much different.  

Then circumstances changed and I instead found myself for about a year and a half surrounded with people who saw the world in a very similar fashion.  
On the backside of that I see the danger that is present in that scenario.  
I became stale, unchallenged.  
It was not necessary to think too far outside of the box I was in and was even discouraged at times if I tried to go too far outside of what was familiar.
In my safe group of like minded people, I became comfortable.
Then something happened and I no longer fit in.  
I still am not entirely sure what happened that caused a break.
Maybe it was job loss, maybe it was becoming disillusioned.
What ever it was, close relationships gradually disappeared and I had to search for what was important in my life.



After my second daughter, Eden, was born, I remember distinctly recognizing that I had begun to once more find myself challenged by relationships with people who were not like me and in doing that I once more found true community.
When we look for community in only like minded people, we run a risk.  
We risk losing our souls for the sake of belonging to a particular group.  We will eventually sacrifice what holds value to us to remain a part of this group.  We create restricted community, you only "fit" if you "fit" our idea of community.  At the end of the day it doesn't matter how much you say you want to engage others, your choices show by the blend of the community with which you identify.

The last six weeks of school have had me digging in deeply to the book of Acts.  Examining the first church and the leaders in that movement have had me soul-searching.  I suppose in some ways it made me open to the lessons God was using my nearly three year old, Myka to teach me.  The first church without the Gentiles was at risk.  If they only remained a community of Jewish believers, they ran the risk of traditional Jewish culture distorting the message of Christ.  So God moved the leaders of this fledging group to reach out to the Gentiles.  Peter, Paul and even James end up advocating for the Gentiles to be included.  They begin to challenge the "Jewish way" of doing things and instead focusing on the message that God desires to spread to the ends of the earth.  This creates a radical change in the first church and broadens the sense of community beyond the boundaries of the Jewish culture.

When we live in community the way God intends, it will look messy.  We will be surrounded by people who see the world differently.  We will be challenged by people from different cultures and with different customs.  We will find people who are on different sides regarding various political and social issues.  We might find our beliefs challenged.  
That is a good thing!  
When we allow it community will grow us and if we let it, community might even become family.  




Monday, May 22, 2017

When Being Intentional Hurts....

Intentional found me in a strange way this weekend.  
I try to be really careful about how full we fill our weekends and usually since my husband, Dustin, and I discuss pretty much all of our plans before committing we are pretty good at catching when we start to overbook.  

This weekend did not look that full going into it, but somehow by the time Sunday hit we were on empty.

Sometimes it isn't the activity as much as it is the emotional state in which we enter the weekend.

Friday was a girls night at our house were some friends came over for a Thirty-One party I had decided to have.  It was amazing and something that I had not even realized my heart desperately needed!  



Saturday, we celebrated the fact that our little Eden turns 1 this week!  It was so amazing to have our family and friends celebrate our baby girl!  Of course a last minute venue change due to rain and the need to come up with a way to entertain the toddlers and kids that were present added a little stress.  In retrospect though I can recognize that God's timing is crazy and even extends to the little things as just that Sunday a friend at church had passed on a great obstacle style toy that was a huge hit!

By the time we hit Sunday, however, my personal resources had been exhausted...
This time each year our church has a picnic.  It's such a great and relaxing time, a change from the normal and this year we were adding outdoor worship.  I prepped food the night before and we made it all the way to the parking lot only to realize that I was so exhausted I was on the verge of a panic attack.  Panic attacks are frustrating for me since I cannot exactly predict them.  They pop up at the most inopportune times and at times like this get in the way of things I genuinely want to do.

So there I am standing in the parking lot, hearing Dustin say we needed to leave to give me space, but I was torn.  I wanted to desperately to go, but deep inside I knew he was right.  I've had the panic attacks happen in church situations and its really hard and not the atmosphere you really want to bring to a party.  So we got back in the car and left.  To make things crazier we made it all the way back to our house for our 2 /12 year old to declare she was not ready to be at home!  And so we left home, got lunch and went to the park for a walk and time on the playground.  And that was where I found the peace my soul was begging for.  Time in nature.  Exploring a place that is dear to our family.  



The truth.... To think about not being able to be part of our church family Sunday still hurts.  I love seeing my littles play with the children of friends.  I love the sense of family and belonging.  

Belonging....

It's the feeling we all have.  We want to belong.  It's why we join any variety of groups.
One of the things that I have become acutely aware of this last week.  I want to belong.  I have an indescribable fear of isolation.

I'm an introvert, but I crave relationships.  
It's a strange place to be where I need those moments with only me, but at the same time I don't want to be completely alone.
I feel the loss of friendships and relationships at a soul deep level.  I find myself mourning them long after I have accepted the ending was inevitable.

The reality though is that from the very beginning of time God intended for us to live in relationship. In creating man, God declares in Genesis 2:18 that it is not good that man is alone and he creates woman.  We were not designed to live in solitude.  We were designed for relationship.  Jesus spends his ministry not alone, but in relationship with a group of twelve disciples, but often we forget that he also called Lazarus, Mary and Martha friend.

I so often can lose focus and feel isolated by the things I feel I miss, the relationships that people walked away from, the Sunday picnic's I missed.  I can forget the birthday parties people show up for, my amazing friends, who are only a text away.  

So what does intentional, isolation and belonging have in common?

This weekend I learned that it was the reality was I needed my people in smaller groups.  Intentional meant I had to leave the party for others and find relationship in smaller groups.  It by no means meant that I was isolated.  I had friends surrounding me, but being intentional in these instances means being self-aware or surrounding yourself with a support system that tells you when it's time to stop and regroup.

Intentional means saying no to the fear of isolation and recognizing that sometimes its ok to leave the party to other people for the day.