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Just Show Up–A Book Review

Just Show Up

“Most often it’s those who come without answers or agendas who are the most helpful.”

Just. Show. Up.

Sometimes we just need someone to “be”. We don’t need them to solve our problems. We don’t need them to out “do” someone else. We just need THEM.

I started reading Just Show Up with a lump in my throat. I knew it was about cancer and friendship–and I wasn’t sure I could handle the emotion of it. But, I had promised Jill I would read her special gift–the book she wrote with her now Heavenly sister-friend. So, I dove in, ready for whatever she had in store for me.

I wrote down some quotes as I read:

“Showing up in suffering benefits both sides, and it has to be entered in from both sides.”

“Fear is a lonely companion.”

“Grace is the glue that holds relationships together as we walk through suffering with one another.”

I had a friend suffer through an agonizing battle with cancer. She finally won the battle when she went home with her Savior. Guilt took root inside my heart during her fight as I felt like I wasn’t “showing up” the way I thought I was supposed to. I didn’t feel I gave her what she needed from me. I wasn’t “that” person. But, after allowing the words in Just Show Up to sink in–really SINK IN–I realized I did show up. I showed up in the way I was gifted. I showed up in the way I knew how. I did what I do well. And, looking back, I realize that she had a community of women surrounding her. Each of those women had a special gift, a way they showed up. Together, we walked the journey with her.

Just Show Up speaks from the heart of Kara Tippetts as she goes through her hard journey and from the hearts of the women who came around her to support her and each other as they worked toward one purpose–Showing Up. Jill gives practical advice on what to say and what not to say when people are hurting as well as how to do what you do well and allow others to do their “thing”.

Just when I thought my heart couldn’t take anymore, Jill would throw in little bits of humor. (I loved that by the way.) I totally could relate when she said, “I’m an introvert (text, don’t call) and I prefer to enjoy my misery alone.” GUILTY!  Seriously though, it reminded me that we all deal with hurt and pain in different ways and we need to be open to it. God made us all unique for a reason!

I began the journey with Jill and Kara with a lump in my throat, cautious of where they were going to take me. I laughed here and there and (I have to admit) I cried in the end. This book was healing to my heart.

Just Show Up. It’s about Community. It’s about Friendship. It’s about women loving women. It’s about BEING.

About the Authors

The late Kara Tippetts was the author of The Hardest Peace and blogged faithfully at Cancer was only a part of Kara’s story. Her real fight was to truly live while facing a crushing reality. Since her death in March 2015, her husband, Jason, is parenting their four children and leading the church they founded in Colorado Springs, Colorado.

Jill Lynn Buteyn is the author of Falling for Texas, an inspirational novel, and a recipient of the ACFW Genesis Award for her fiction work. She has a bachelor’s degree in communications from Bethel University. Jill lives near the beautiful Rocky Mountains with her husband and two children. Connect with her on social media and at

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Wrinkles. Eye Bags. Fat.

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I caught myself staring into nowhere as I sat outside. The breeze lifted my hair and then laid it back down. It had a slight coolness to it reminding me that another summer was coming to an end. Another. Summer. How many summers had I seen come and go? Where does time go?

My heart almost ached as I thought of the years that had gone by. My youth had slipped away, almost silently.

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Are you Mary or Martha?

Luke 10:38-42 NIV As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

What a terrific story.

This story takes place day in and day out, doesn’t it? We all have a sister, friend, or co-worker who is constantly on the move. Or perhaps you resemble Martha. She doesn’t just flutter about, she literally plows from one place to the next. She sees every duty as her duty. If not, she sees it as her responsibility to make sure you know your duty. She has to be involved in every aspect of every decision. She works hard to the point of exhaustion, and then often complains about how much she has done. While she likes the credit for what she has accomplished, she also wants to point out what others have not done. So was Martha.

Martha tried to impress the Lord with her “works”. She wanted everything to be perfect: the house, the meal, the preparations. It frustrated her that while she worked, her sister sat and talked with Jesus. The more she thought about it and watched Mary, the more upset she became. Finally, she actually went to her guest to complain.

What did Jesus tell Martha? He told her that she had herself worked up and anxious for all the wrong reasons. He explained to her that all she need to concern herself with was Him.

Jesus isn’t interested in what all you can “do”. Yes, we are called to be a Light in this world. But the many stresses and activities that we often place at such high importance in our lives, He really isn’t concerned about. He wants you to focus on Him. Turn your full attention Lord. Wait in His presence. Enjoy His companionship.

Choose what is better: time with the Lord.

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Mom is Wonder Woman

I’m a child of the 1970’s. One of my favorite shows was Wonder Woman with Lynda Carter. Ah. I loved that show! I knew exactly when it would come on. I waited anxiously in my gymnastics leotard and my robe. I had to have the robe. When the music would come on indicating she was about to turn into Wonder Woman I would twirl in circles, throwing the cape off and emerging in my fantastic costume! At that point, I was ready to conquer the world! There was nothing I could not do in that costume!

About 15 years later I became a mom. Quickly I realized that I was going to have to be a real life wonder woman…whether I wanted to or not! First, giving birth alone is supernatural. I know that millions of women have done it for thousands of years. But, the entire process of pregnancy to birth is amazing! Body parts stretch in ways that should not be possible. One person becomes two (or three or more). Giving birth…well…let’s just say the pain of that was something out of this world. I actually got a crush on my anesthesiologist. Never had any man done something so marvelous for me…he took all of my suffering away. (later my husband informed me that the man was nothing to look at…but to this day, I argue that point.)

I won’t go into the details of the birth. Women: you KNOW. It doesn’t have to be described. But when they put that baby in my arms…well…honestly, I just didn’t know what to do with him. I looked at him and he looked back up at me with puffy glazed-over eyes and I thought, “Who are you and what I am supposed to do with you?”  I didn’t feel that instant connection that people talk about. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone, numb from my waist down, holding an alien. (I’m not saying he wasn’t adorable. He was. It just felt like an out-of-body-experience to me.)

After two agonizing days in the hospital (I slept about three hours total and was swollen the size of a golf ball in places that should never be swollen) we finally got to go home. …OH, did I remember to tell you about the nurse putting him in my arms in the middle of the night as my husband slept in the bed next to me? No? She walked out and as I tried to scoot myself up without rupturing the “golf ball”, he slipped out of my arms, rolled down my legs and landed on my ankles. Luckily, they had him wrapped tightly, so he rolled like a rolling-pin, never coming loose. I started bawling. I knew it was a lost cause. I was a terrible mom; already!… That night, my in-laws came to visit. When the door bell rang, I was in the bathtub soaking. I heard my husband invite them in and I started crying. CRYING! Why was I crying? He came to the bathroom and told me they had come to visit. I informed him that I was in no way prepared to have company and I could not come out and visit! I cried the entire time they were there.

My son and I did bond quickly. He learned to sleep at night: he learned that if he slept only three hours and not all at one time, he would get to rock in Mommy’s arms the rest of the time. We spent many hours rocking. This went on for about ten months. But, I was beginning to realize that I was still Wonder Woman. I could function on three hours of sleep a night for months at a time. I could still do my job, cook meals, clean house AND take care of a baby. (Before you get upset with my husband, he worked the night shift, so he couldn’t help me. He stepped in on the week-ends.) Now. I did all my Wonder Woman feats very well. However, I looked pretty bad…kind of a young Phyllis Diller without the smile. I was so exhausted. I remember feeling like a black cloud hovered over me at all times. But, I was doing it and I was in love with that little boy!

By this time, I was learning new Wonder Woman powers! I could cook with a baby on my hip. I could put dishes in the dishwasher with a baby on my hip. When I needed to go to the bathroom, that could be done with a baby on my lap! The real power was when I took a shower AND shaved my legs with a baby on my hip! Yes, this child was attached to me…a real momma’s boy! You see, to him I was Wonder Woman. I could do everything! I cuddled him and fed him. I took care of him when he was sick and played with him when he was well. I stayed up with him when he couldn’t sleep and laid down with him until he fell asleep. I dressed him, bathed him, tickled him, hugged him and kissed him. I had super-duper powers.

Moms, you are Wonder Woman. Those little ones, they need you and they think you are incredible! When you feel like you can’t go on, you CAN. The day will come when they will think you are weird or stupid. But, then, when they become married and have kiddos of their own, guess what? Yep! You are Wonder Woman again!

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Is Worry Your Lord?

Happy Friday Eve!

Proverbs 3:5-6 (KJV) Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.

I talk about worry a lot. That’s because for about 25 years worry controlled my life. While I had accepted Jesus into my heart, I had failed to make Him Lord over my life. (Merriam-Webster: lord-one having power and authority over others) You see, my “lord” was worry.

I woke with worry. I worried all day long. I went to bed worrying. I am not exaggerating. It consumed me.

It wasn’t until last year that God got my full attention. I am talking, He allowed me to hit ROCK BOTTOM. I realized that while worry controlled my life, I still had no control. I finally handed the reins over to God and guess what?

He has begun directing my paths! He has opened doors for me! He has set me free! He has healed me!

Trust in the Lord. Lean not on worry and self-control. Trust Him. Look to Him. Pray to Him. He will guide you and lead you.

Make it a great day!

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