Monday, May 29, 2017

The Harvest Raise

The most basic truth about me is that I love reading. Books make me happy. The smell of a new book, the sound of crisp pages turning, the places I visit, the people I meet. Reading is, simply, my happy place.

The Harvest RaiseI was excited to have the chance to read the newest and last book in the Anthems of Zion series. The Harvest Raise brings us back to a town that reminds me so much of where I grew up (my home church is even named Zion!) with characters that are memorable and relatable. I care about the people of this town. I laugh with them, I cry with them and I've had more than one dream about them. They, simply, feel like home.

The Harvest Raise is a wonderfully satisfying ending to this trilogy (The House of Living Stone and The Choir Immortal are both great reads as well. Pick them up now why you wait for The Harvest Raise to come out!). In the final book, we see our beloved characters living, learning and loving. We explore what it means to love our neighbor. Just like the citizens of Bradbury, we are sometimes placed in situations we don't understand, but we learn from. I learned, too, as I watched the characters through the pages of this book. I laughed and cried reading this final book, and not for the reasons one might think. I cried because I cared deeply for these characters.

So, I hope you, like me, have time this summer to cozy up with a delicious glass of your favorite beverage and enjoy reading about Bradbury, Zion Lutheran Church, and all the people that live and work there.

Go HERE and preorder your copy.

Get The House of Living Stones HERE

Get the Choir Immortal  HERE

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Remembering

August 14, 2001 is a day I’ll never forget. It is the day I sat in the ICU and watched my dad die. I’m not good at doing nothing, so I gave myself the job of pushing the button that gave him pain medication every fifteen minutes, which was how often he was allowed another dose I watched the time between his breaths become longer and longer until we realized that he wasn’t going to breathe again. He was 54, I was 23.

I wish that day wasn’t the day so ingrained in my mind. My dad, unconscious in a hospital bed, isn’t the image of my dad I want to remember. That wasn’t my dad. Looking at him during the visitation didn’t bother me because that wasn’t my dad. I could just tell he was gone. His spirit wasn’t there. I just knew.

I want to remember my dad doing something. All the time. He wasn’t a talker, he was a do-er.

I want to remember my dad who farmed. The one who worked on the fairground and loved to fix and build things.


I want to remember him with black hair, and big, metal framed glasses that were so out of style yet so right for him.

I want to remember him in his Amoco uniform and running out to meet him when we heard his work truck drive up.  

I want to remember the smile that took over his face and how he always kissed my mom before he left for work and called her every night when he was away on a trip.

I want to remember the one time the two of us went out for dinner together when I was in college.  How he rolled his eyes when I showed him my new piercing.  Or when we sat outside that same summer and he told me that I was the one that would move far away and marry a pastor and I laughed at the thought.



I want to remember the dad that sang with the church choir.

I want to remember his faith.  I trust, completely and without a doubt that he is heaven. He clung to his faith. He had hope. Outwardly he was wasting away but inwardly he was being renewed day by day.  

My kids are wise beyond their years. When my son was five, I was telling him that August 14 was the day Grandpa Hasty went to heaven. My son looked at me and said “We should celebrate. I miss him but I’m glad he’s not hurting anymore.”

I want to remember that too.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Until the Very End

A year or two ago my husband told me that my 40th birthday present would be the tattoo I've been talking about for years.

Really, I've wanted a tattoo for a long time, but I couldn't decide what I would want to have permanently inscribed on my body. For about the last 18 months the same phrase has been stuck in my head and I'm positive of what and where my tattoo will be.

I want four simple words on the inside of my wrist, tattooed so I can read them when I look down. The four words are "until the very end"

"Until the very end" is actually a quote from one of my favorite books series, Harry Potter. In book seven, as Harry faces death head on, he is surrounded by the formed memories of his closest family. They promise to stay with him until the very end, until the event he fears is over and done.



I love, love, love the image of heading into a situation you fear knowing that you have the support of your family. Part of the reason I want the tattoo is for that very reason. To be reminded that my family and friends, who live far and wide, are with me whenever I go off to the scary places in life. Those places could be big or small, but scary is scary and being a visual person I would get great comfort from that visual reminder.

There is another reason that I want those words tattooed on my body. For me it is a reminder that God is with me all the time as well. God says "I am with you always, to the very end of the age" Matthew 28:20. Time and time again, God reminds me that He is with me, in good times and in hard times.

Due to family genetics, I've thought more about the end of my life than most people. The reason I want those words on my wrist and not a more hidden location is so that no matter what state my body is in, as long as I can see, I can see those words and be reminded that I have a God that is with me until the very end. He will never leave me. He will comfort me in all my troubles.

Now, I'm still two years or so away from that magic age of 40, but I've got scary things on the horizon. Scary doesn't mean bad, even good things can cause fear. Over the next few months as we pack our house and start again in a new city, the words "until the very end" will give me comfort, because the people who love me will be walking with me every step of the way.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Invest


invest: to put out (as effort) in support of a usually worthy cause (Merriam-Webster)


When I was thinking about what word I wanted to focus on this year, the word invest kept popping in my mind. I'm not in a place right now where I have money to invest in amazing causes, but I quickly realized that's not what invest means.

The definition above struck me in several ways-

to put out (as effort)- investing takes work. It isn't going to be easy to invest in someone or something. It will, in fact, take effort. Investing isn't all fun and games. Sometimes it looks an awful lot like work.

In support of-- investing shows I'm in support of the person or situation. It shows I care. Investment means I feel that it matters.

a usually worthy cause- I laughed when I read this definition. But really, how easy would it be for me to avoid the investment, to come up with excuses? The most I can say about myself is that I'm usually worthy of the grace and care that I've been given. We can't wait around to only invest in things that are perfect--nothing ever will be.

So, what does invest look like for me? I'm focusing on four places I can invest:

Myself: I'm putting out the effort it takes to set aside time to do the things I enjoy (like write and book launching) and learn some new skills.

My family: I'm taking the time to spend more one on one time with my husband and kids. I'm actively trying to not just talk about doing things with them, but scheduling that time as well.
I live far away from my mom, brother and sister. I'm also working to take the time to call and write them (they all know I'm bad at that)

My friends: I'm investing in these relationships too. I've got a goal of writing more letters, making more phone calls and building more friendships.

My faith: I'm investing in this (always) worth cause. I'm reading my Bible more. I'm choosing some books to read that cause me to pause and think about my faith. I'm looking reasons to be grateful.

So, this year I'm making an effort to invest. If you get a letter or a phone call from me, know it is because I think you matter- you are a worthy cause!

Friday, January 8, 2016

Sound of Gravel

Life has a funny way of working sometimes. Back in 2015, I ended up in an online group after not making it on the launch team for Jen Hatmaker's book For the Love.  Through that group, I meet the amazing and lovely Anna (pronounced like the Frozen character, not like me). Anna has amazing ninja-like book launching skills, and because of her, I was able to be on the launch team for a book that came out this week called The Sound of Gravel. (side story for another day: Anna is Ruth's cousin. It really is a whole crazy story)
Anna and Anna 


I love reading memoirs. It is fascinating to me to get a peek into someone else's life. Understanding where others have come from is so valuable in my eyes. Reading The Sound of Gravel gave me a new perspective on childhood, responsibility, family, trust and hope.

Ruth's story of her childhood is told with a quiet strength that was so powerful. Really, I can't stop talking about this book. Ask any of my other book reading friends.

I read the book with a bit of dread.  Ruth doesn't have a happy-go-lucky childhood.  I read the entire book (in about a day) fearing the ending was going to devastate me. Without giving anything away, I will say the ending was not what I was expecting.

I was struck by the theme of trust in Ruth's book. She learned very early in life that she could trust no one completely. Reading as she struggled with the idea of trust was eye opening to me. My heart broke for her. Feeling I can trust and be trusted is so important to me and something I think I take for granted.

Ruth never gave up hope that something better would happen. At a very young age, she learned the value of holding on to hope. Even in a life of deep sadness, she found the glimmer of hope to hold on to. I respect her so much for that ability.

Ruth's book can be found pretty much anywhere.  Check out ruthwariner.com for more information on where to purchase the book.  Check your library as well. I know mine has several copies.  Find it, read it, and let me know what your thoughts are!

I'm heading to Book Passage in Corte Madera on Wednesday, January 13th to meet Ruth and hear her speak. If any local friends are interested in joining me, let me know!

*Note: I was given an Advance Reading Copy in exchange for an honest review.

Monday, November 2, 2015

Not Forgotten

In The Lego Movie there is a moment when they are trying to describe the main character, Emmet. The police are hunting him and looking for a defining characteristic to hunt him down. They keep looking for something that sets him apart and come up blank.  They finally conclude he is just so normal he doesn't stand out.

I get that.  I've spent most of my life trying to slide under the radar of being noticed.  I've lived the picture of a normal life.  My redemption story isn't big or amazing. Along my path my problems have been potholes where others have gaping craters.

With this normal, seemingly unremarkable life, I easily fell into the thought pattern that my story didn't matter, it was just too normal, too common, too forgettable. I didn't need to tell my story, because, really, there was no story to tell.  No one needed to hear about my normal life.  My story was forgettable, therefore I too, was forgettable.

I attended the first ever Splendid Retreat in October.  During the retreat, we spend some time listening to what God has to say to us.  Loud and clear, God told me "You are not forgotten".  The verse that was prayed over us before the weekend was Zephaniah 3:17 "A mighty one is in your midst, a mighty one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exult over you with loud singing." God reminded me, through his Word and through 38 other women who surrounded me that weekend that my story, is, in fact, a story that should be told.  God's work in my life is powerful not because of me or because of what my life has been, but because of God and what He can do in all situations, even the seemingly mundane.

So, I'm living into sharing my story, the story of how God has been at work in my life.  The story of how God can be found in simple, everyday living.  The story of how God sometimes doesn't talk in burning bushes, but instead in the everyday living of the life He has called me to live.
The attendees of The Splendid Retreat 2015


Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Pretend Friends and Real Life



Some of my best friends are confined to the pages of a book. I think about them and I dream about them. I wonder what their lives would be like if they were my neighbors.Harry, Hermione, Jonas, Katniss. These are my friends.


I also have friends that live only on my television screen. Pretend families like the Gilmores or Bravermans.

When I think about Embracing Rest, reading is high on my list. A comfortable spot, a cup of coffee and a good book is quite possibly the most perfect scene I could imagine. Replacing that book with a screen to watch a favorite show ranks a close second.





Our family has been in the process of thinking about what rest looks like for about a year now. I was really struck when I realized God wants us to rest. We were created and the very next day we rested. We don't work so we can rest, we rest so we can do our work. Rest is essential to our daily life.


Rest isn't just retreating from my work, it is allowing myself the moments I need to sit and listen to what God might be trying to tell me.


Harry, Jonas, and Katniss have all taught me something about God. When I have an imaginary conversation with one of them, it helps me to flesh out my thoughts about what God wants my real life to look like. When I retreat to Stars Hollow with the Gilmore Girls or to Berkeley with the Braverman clan, I think about my neighbors and how I can love them. I remember that my real life world needs love and care.

But God calls me not just to rest, but to work. I leave this time of respite, whether in the halls of Hogwarts or the streets of Stars Hallow, refreshed and ready for a new day, or week. A day where my pretend conversation with a pretend friend turns into a real conversation with my neighbor. A day where the task at hand is easier because I've been reminded that God is with me in the daily tasks I face and in the choices I make. A day where God has used my pretend friends to remind me to see the real life that is around me.