Beauty on the Backroads

Stories of grace for life's unexpected turns

Cinderella Mom

If you think Jesus would have come into your home that day and not issued a strong rebuke to the head of household, you are mistaken. These words of condemnation have been haunting me for days now. They aren’t all that different than the soundtrack I play in my head on an almost-daily basis. It’s…

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This is 40

I am nesting. On Saturday I emptied the refrigerator. Last summer’s homemade pickles in their jars. The bread ends that seem to multiply on every shelf. The eggs. The milk. The fruit and veggies. All of it sat on the floor or the counter as I carefully removed the shelves and wiped them down with…

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Beauty on the Backroads {or Why I Changed the Name of my Blog}

I’ve heard that life is like a highway. And it definitely seems like that sometimes. The pace of life swirls around me at dizzying speeds. We’re all so busy. In such a hurry. Always somewhere to be, something else to do. I’m a get-to-the-point, get-there-quick kind of girl. I don’t like to waste time on…

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Tone deaf

I started re-reading C.S. Lewis’ “The Screwtape Letters” this week because I need a reminder of the subtle ways we, Christians, can tear each other apart, almost without knowing it.

I’ve been thinking heavily about this passage lately:
In civilised life domestic hatred usually expresses itself by saying things which would appear quite harmless on paper (the words are not offensive) but in such a voice, or at such a moment, that they are not far short of a blow in the face. To keep this game up you … must see to it that each … has a sort of double standard. Your patient must demand that all his own utterances are to be taken at their face value and judged simply on the actual words, while at the same time judging all his mother’s utterances with the fullest and most oversensitive interpretation of the tone and the context and the suspected intention.
Sometimes I forget how easily a tone can change a conversation, and I wonder if the way I say something often makes it difficult for the other person to actually hear what I’m saying. And vice versa.
One afternoon this week, I walked into the house with an armload of groceries. Everyone else in the house was napping. Until I walked in. The first words out of my husband’s mouth were “I need to teach you how to enter a house.” His tone wasn’t cruel, but I sensed some annoyance, because the door slammed behind me and everyone woke up. My reaction was less than cordial and for a few minutes, until I realized how childish I was being, I sulked around the house and began compiling my mental list of grievances against my husband. All because of how I interpreted his tone. All he was really saying was that I could have entered the house more quietly, and he was willing to demonstrate. I blew it out of proportion.
Maybe this is why Scripture tells us: Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone. (Colossians 4:6)
And: A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. (Proverbs 15:1)
I’m hoping to be a better listener, tuning out a person’s tone to get to the heart of what they’re saying. I’m not sure it’s easy, but I’m willing to try.


Grace in the common place

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9

I’ve been learning, recently, through the book our women’s Bible study is reading, “Lies Women Believe,” that God’s grace is sufficient for me. Since becoming a Christian, I think I’ve known this about the big things of life, but I’m learning that it applies to the everyday, common things as well. In the book, the author describes several circumstances and then writes after those descriptions, “His grace is sufficient for me.” Here are some of mine:

When dinner was supposed to be ready 10 minutes ago and I haven’t started it yet, His grace is sufficient for me.

When the toddler is screaming, “Mommy, mommy, mommy” from the top of her lungs and I’m sitting right next to her, His grace is sufficient for me.

When the baby is crying and won’t go to sleep while the toddler just filled her diaper with poop, His grace is sufficient for me.

When the house is a disaster and I’ve spent my last bit of energy, His grace is sufficient for me.

When I just want to scream because the stress level’s high, His grace is sufficient for me.

When I’m tired and hungry and trying to get dinner on the table and the water boils over and the baby needs attention and the toddler is patting my butt saying, “Mommy, mommy, mommy” and I’m ready to throw in the towel, His grace is sufficient for me.

I’m sure there’re are many more, but those are what rise to the top tonight. Feel free to add your own.