Surrender

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I love to try to fix things. I love to try to offer the perfect advice that will make everything alright. I love to be there and try to put myself in their place and help.

All of that is well and good, but many times, what is really needed is for me just to listen.

That’s it.

Surrender control, surrender thinking that somehow I know what is best, surrender trying to fix everything.

The only thing I can control is how I love God and love others. God is strong enough and more than capable of fixing the problems of the world. Infinitely more qualified and wise and in control.

Love, love, love. That is what I can control. Surrender to love. Big, expansive, never ending, unconditional, smiling, laughing, hugging love. Running headlong into a field of daisies love. Yelling loud from the top of a mountain love. Nestling deep into a comfy bed of blankets love.

Surrender, Lisa. And love.

Love, Lisa

Listening to the Stories

Wahpeton High School, Wahpeton, N.D.

Where my dad went to high school

I miss hearing the stories.  The stories of when our parents and grandparents were young.  How they worked hard on the farm, had to go to school through waist high snow drifts, how they cheered for the football team,  how they met and fell in love, their hopes and dreams.

I have been working on recording our family histories and memories, and I realize how  egocentric I was as a younger person.  I could have heard hundreds of wonderful stories that would have made the people I love come to life in a whole new way in my mind.  But I missed so many of them by not asking.  The ones I do know and heard I treasure like little nuggets of gold.

So I am trying better now.  To listen, to ask, to actually see the person I am talking to.  To imagine their life through their eyes.  And it has been wonderful.

Love, Lisa