Kavanna House

Blog
Aug
14

(not) figured out

 

“God is always changing the way I think of Him.  I am not saying that God Himself is changing, or that my theology is open and I blur the lines on truth; I am only saying I think I know who He is and then I figure out I don’t know very much at all.”

 

 

Donald Miller, Searching for God’s Know What

 

 

Have you ever felt this way?  Felt like you had God all figured out?  I have.  There was a time in my life that I thought I had everything figured out.  God, life, me.

 

 

Now?  I am somewhat closer to figuring me out.  Not that there still isn’t a lot to understand but I can be patient.  I can only absorb so much self-knowledge at a time. :0)

 

 

I’m kinda getting life figured out.  At times it’s been very hard with places of beauty thrown in.  Right now, it’s mostly beautiful with the occasional hard place.

 

 

Now, as far as God goes, I am not even close.  What I know is that I will never know the whole of who God is.  God is mystery.  What has been revealed to me is that I am loved by God like no one ever has or ever will love me.  God knows what is best for me.  God wants to see me be who I was designed to be, who I truly am in my made-in-the-image-God self. 

 

 

God is always changing my understanding of who God is and how God works.  Is God the same to you today as 5 years ago?  If so, consider asking God to allow you to see something new, something fresh.  It isn’t God that is changing but your perception and understanding of God.  Open your heart and your mind and see what God reveals.

 

 

Photo Credit: Deb Turnow


 

 

Deb Turnow is the Founder of Kavanna House and Director of the Intimacy Project. What else needs to be said? Except maybe that she loves macro photography and hot butter cake.

 

Continue reading
0
  248 Hits
0 Comment
248 Hits
  0 Comment
Aug
07

50 trillion

 

I’ll admit I felt silly the first time I did it. But it was a good kind of silly. It brought the kind of fresh spaciousness in my soul that taking a deep breath brings in my body.

 

 

“Thank you girls,” I said. “Thanks for another great day!” I grinned. Then chuckled.

 

 

I was talking to my cells—the 50 trillion molecular geniuses that make up my body—and feeling aware and oh so alive as I thanked them out loud.

 

 

I have fallen in love with the phrase “50 trillion molecular geniuses” as a description of my body. For me it is a wonder-inducing allusion to “fearfully and wonderfully made,” the Biblical phrase that I have known since I was small.

 

 

First of all, what is 50 trillion? My mind reaches to grasp the number and can’t stretch all the way to actual comprehension. And then 50 trillion cells cooperating. Working together through intricately complex, interrelated systems. How many design bugs did God have to work out before proceeding with actual creation of the human body?

 

 

I got the 50 trillion phrase from Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor, a Harvard trained brain scientist who had a massive hemorrhagic stroke in the left hemisphere of her brain at age 37. The stroke left her unable to walk, talk, read, write, or recall her life, yet she fully recovered in eight years. And wrote a book about what she learned called A Stroke of Insight.

 

 

I got the thanking-cells-out-loud bit from Jill, too. She wrote:

 

 

I’m having a big love-fest with the fifty trillion molecular geniuses making up my body. I am so grateful that they are alive and working together in perfect harmony that I trust them implicitly to bring me health. The first thing every morning and the last thing every night, I consciously thank my cells for another great day. I care enough to say it out loud … and I say it with an intense feeling of gratitude in my heart.

 

 

I don’t remember to thank my cells daily. But taking them for granted no longer seems right. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older (I just had a birthday that moves me closer to 60 than 50). Maybe it’s being called back for a second mammogram. Maybe it’s getting a surprising diagnosis of prediabetes. Maybe it’s walking my mother’s Alzheimer’s journey with her.

 

 

Whatever it is, I find myself more grateful than I used to be for the 50 trillion molecular geniuses that handle my breathing, digesting, moving, planning, remembering, seeing, hearing, smelling, sleeping. And more in awe of the One who designed them and gifted them to me.

 

 

Would you consider thanking your 50 trillion molecular geniuses out loud? You might feel silly. But it’s a good kind of silly. The kind that brings a wave of wellbeing rolling into the soul.

 

 

Photo Credit: Deb Turnow


Nita Landis loves Mozart’s “Exsultate, jubilate” sung by Julia Lezhneva, chocolate cake with peanut butter icing, and beautiful spaces that invite her to relax and just be. She finds joy in offering spiritual direction, healing care, and words that shed light and give life.

 

Continue reading
0
  350 Hits
0 Comment
350 Hits
  0 Comment
Jul
30

building cathedrals

 

Cathedral – a “chair”; a place for the priest to dwell.

 

 

One of the most interesting facts I learned about the ancient cathedrals is that the workers were never part of the entire project.  First and foremost, earth and debris needed to be removed.  Next, a sure foundation was laid.  Workmen constructed walls for years and years, always building upward – perhaps never to see the roof completed.  Did any of them live to see the tall spires going up?

 

 

I think of the artists who created the stained glass windows, drawing from inspired wells of beauty and imagination.  Interiors were decorated in carvings and overlaid with gold, lavish tapestries were created and hung. -- A holy sanctuary was fashioned.

 

 

Did any of them become frustrated with the project and want to give up?  I want to think they drew their strength to carry through by envisioning the completed work and foreseeing the impact not only on the worshippers who would come, but on the entire community.

 

 

I imagine following a blueprint created a hundred years before.  Would I be able to hold the right vision before me?  Would I recognize I am a part of something bigger than myself?  Do I?  Can I see this in my own life -- in the legacy I am leaving for my children and those who will come after me?  

 

 

Nothing is more fulfilling knowing I am part of the grandest vision of them all.

 

 

 

Photo Credit: Deb Turnow



 

 

Kim Yinger is a wife, mother of two, and an HR manager. She is a contemplative who also loves nature and writing Haikus.  Touching other peoples’ lives with her musings, and glorifying the Lord with the offerings are her greatest desire.  “When people read my poems, I’d like them to say, ‘hmmmm…… pause and calmly think about that.’  [Selah].”

 

Continue reading
0
  229 Hits
0 Comment
229 Hits
  0 Comment