{"id":3627,"date":"2014-09-02T06:13:13","date_gmt":"2014-09-02T10:13:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=3627"},"modified":"2014-09-02T06:13:45","modified_gmt":"2014-09-02T10:13:45","slug":"whats-bigger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/intramuralist.com\/?p=3627","title":{"rendered":"what’s bigger"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"1610794_10204629505367041_8243156950910377348_n\"<\/a>This past weekend I had the privilege to gather with several members of my family. There were 27 of us.<\/p>\n

It was full of feasting and joy and precious both one-on-one and large group time. We laughed and cried and were both silly and serious. There were ample antics and fun and adult conversation. There was insightful conversation with those teens and \u2018tweens and twenty-somethings, each who seems growing up far too fast. It was a wonderful weekend.<\/p>\n

I haven\u2019t always thought every weekend was so wonderful. I will admit to taking some days for granted. I will admit to sometimes taking life for granted. I will admit to often having fallen prey to focusing on the minute as opposed to what\u2019s bigger. I will admit to sometimes allowing the proverbial \u201celephant in the room\u201d to gain a life of its own. Sometimes I have focused on the less important.<\/p>\n

I think as a culture we do that frequently; we focus on the less important. We seem to justify the focus, giving it life, supplementing its energy, allowing emotion and passion and anger and empathy to fuel what once was small, thus seemingly snowballing issues and irritants in size to then appear — yes, appear<\/em> — as something they are not… something other<\/em> than the less important.<\/p>\n

Look around the world…<\/p>\n

Look in Ferguson, Missouri.<\/p>\n

Look on the streets of Jerusalem.<\/p>\n

Look in Washington, D.C. (… ok… try not to look too hard…). <\/em><\/p>\n

Look on Facebook.<\/p>\n

Maybe even look around your living room.<\/p>\n

Look at all the places we justify irritation and offense — where we justify the withholding of love, truth, and respect. Look at all the places where we\u2019re so zeroed in on the plank in another\u2019s eye… often so ignorant of our own.<\/p>\n

This past year my sister was surprisingly, shockingly diagnosed with stage 4 esophageal cancer (… sorry… if that\u2019s a proper noun, I refuse to capitalize it; it doesn\u2019t deserve it).<\/em> It came as news out of nowhere. She is 34.<\/p>\n

For years we have all gathered over Labor Day weekend. And while we\u2019re always thankful to be together, let me just say that this year, we were thankful a little more.<\/p>\n

When you\u2019re focused on the big picture, it\u2019s a whole lot easier to let bygones be bygones… to let the little things remain little things… to not let petty, earthly irritants seduce any more attention than they deserve… and to not feed nor fuel that which is so obviously less important.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s easier to thank God for the sunset and appreciate the rain. \u00a0It\u2019s easier to care for the crying babe and withhold all judgment. \u00a0It\u2019s easier to be generous in our love, mercy, and grace.<\/p>\n

While I would wish my sister\u2019s circumstances on no one, I am thankful for how because of her situation — and because of her amazing, humbling, faithful, positive<\/em> attitude — we are learning how to love our family. I am thankful for the focus on what\u2019s most important.<\/p>\n

This past weekend I had the privilege to gather with several members of my family. There were 27 of us. It was a wonderful weekend.<\/p>\n

Respectfully…<\/p>\n

AR<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

This past weekend I had the privilege to gather with several members of my family. There were 27 of us. It was full of feasting and joy and precious both one-on-one and large group time. We laughed and cried and were both silly and serious. There were ample antics and fun and adult conversation. There … <\/p>\n

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