Our Sabbatical – a morning fog that is turning into a great day

Our Sabbatical – a morning fog that is turning into a great day

I jump headlong into adventures. The world around me fades away when something captures my full attention. God alone knows which ideas will consume me with fire while others float idly by like a leaf in a stream. Kim has become accustomed to watching me chase dreams she may or may not understand.

This time is bigger though. I have quit my job and made it clear that my three-plus decade career is behind me. Without a firm grasp of what comes next, we are bounding into a future that is full of both promise and uncertainty. It is equal parts exhilarating and nail-biting.

Rather than chasing a calling, I believe that God is inviting us to ask for whatever we want. Confident that we will pursue Him, He is allowing us to choose how we move forward together.

He is asking “If you could have any life you want, what would you ask for?”

This blog explains how we are forming our answer to His question.

To answer that question, we needed to get away. Kim and I began preparing for a month-long Sabbatical in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. We rented a rustic two-bedroom townhouse with a beautiful view and packed our bags.

People asked us to explain what we were going to do. Uncertain herself, Kim trusted that I knew what I was doing. However all I had were some fuzzy concepts and clumsy explanations. It was enough for me to know that this deserved our full attention, not a few minutes carved out of days that were already busy.

As we arrive at the end of our month, it is becoming clear.

Here is what we did NOT do:
Go on vacation – despite the wealth of well-intentioned advice on sites to see, places to go, and things to do, we have done almost none of that stuff. Although we strayed out, most of our time was spent tucked away. We have been seeking answers, not experiences.

What we HAVE achieved:
Rest – The first week was nothing but nothing. We went to bed early. Slept as long as we could. Took naps. Ate whatever looked good. Watched a little TV. Took long walks. Talked about random nothingness. I don’t remember the last time we did so little for so long. It was refreshing and allowed me to let go of all my thoughts from a life being left behind.

Spent Time Together – The future may be shrouded in mystery, but I know who I want to share it with. Rest has given us time together just hanging out for the first time since college. We needed to be comfortable with each other before we started building something new. With a future full of blessing, I am thankful for a lifetime with Kim.

We Shared Our Dreams – This consumed all of week two. With a little age and wisdom, we have learned that dreams are about fulfilling needs, not accomplishing goals. Ask anyone who has accomplished a goal only to feel hollow afterwards. Dreams are about what is going on inside of us, not what is going on around us.

Talking about dreams is hard because it makes you confess the things your heart longs for. The world laughs when you reveal your feelings and leaves you feeling vulnerable. Having someone to confide in is a blessing of its own.

It is tough to put dreams into words – first speaking whatever comes to mind, then writing it down, and re-reading to see if it really captures your thoughts. Our first efforts tended to describe stuff we wanted to do, and we had to go back and change them to describe the needs we hoped to fulfill.

An example is that Kim dreams of travel, but that is an action. After a lot of work, we captured that her dream is to experience other cultures in an immersive way that allows her to see, smell, and taste how other people live, both now and centuries ago.

Those may sound like the same thing, but travel alone does not necessarily accomplish that dream. Also, there may be other ways to realize the dream that does not require travel. It is an important distinction.

Write It All Down – For our trip, I packed about a million pieces of paper and Kim’s favorite Crayola broad-tipped coloring markers. Each dream was written in bold, colorful letters and taped to the wall.

Listing our dreams has been something we have collaborated on for a long time and has helped us to stay happy together. We are each blessed with a partner who wants to help the other achieve their dreams, whether big or small, normal or weird. Our obstacle in the past hasn’t been a lack of support, it has been either a lack of a clear vision or poor communication. We are working on that.

As we stared at a wall full of papers, we asked ourselves “If this described our lives, would we be satisfied?” I think God stands ready to give us as much as we ask for. Our lives are limited only by the gifts we request.

Create Activities that Fulfill our Dreams – The idea behind the next step is simple – write down activities that will fulfill the dreams scattered across the wall. While we wait for God to step in, how will we step out in faith?

Some activities may align with multiple dreams. Some are one-time, and others are recurring.

However, it requires a lot of trust. Instincts kick in that scream “She may want to do this, but I don’t!” Every activity didn’t appeal to us both. Whenever one of us captured an idea that made the other squirm, then we would talk about it and explore ways to make it work.

Our secret was to work a little at a time. When we got touchy, we stopped for a while and went back to Rest.

Release Things That Don’t Have a Place – Anyone who has been to our house on New Year’s Eve has been part of our Release & Embrace ritual. This looks a lot like that without the fire. We wrote down the things that will prevent us from realizing our dreams.

Some things we let go of were yesterday’s dreams that we are proud of achieving, but they are now complete. Those can be tough to release.

Do It Again – Every day we looked at our Dreams to see if they were accurate and complete. If something was missing or phrased incorrectly, we changed it. Then we would talk about Activities that could fulfill those dreams. If an activity seemed missing, we would check it against our Dreams to challenge what stirred it.

On days when we had our morning coffee and just didn’t want to talk about those notes on the wall, we went back to Rest for a while – maybe another day. Maybe two.

Eventually, we stared at the same lists over and over until they captured what we really hope for. They paint a life suited to us. Some of it is stuff we already do. Some of it is new.

Are We Finished? – The question God has asked is “What life do you want?” We have a better answer than we did a month ago, but I don’t think we will ever finish and hit the “publish” button. At least I hope not because I never want to stop dreaming.

God’s question to us is an on-going journey. As we are faithful, He invites us to share more of His reign and riches.

If we were to summarize our answer, it would look like this:

We want our focus to remain on God and the people we love. We want to love better and more. If we can be famous or rich in something, love is the currency we choose.

This answer probably won’t be as exciting as some people hoped. After a month, they will expect a grand revelation, They may be disappointed. However this simple sentence represents us, and provides a framework for us to evaluate how we spend our time.

The details of our our activities will probably adjust as soon as we get home. That’s OK. We have planned our path and trust God to guide our steps (Prov 16:9).

I am recharged and ready to get back in the game, even if I don’t have all the answers. We may not know everything we want to do, but we have a better understanding of what success feels like. Some of our ambitions seem large, others feel more like gratitude for what we have already received.

When folks hear we have returned, we will be peppered with questions about what we decided. They will want clean, concise statements. People tend to focus on the Activities and ignore the Dreams. That is unfortunate.

Life is more about chasing butterflies than it is checking items off a list.

If you want to see a copy of our dreams, click here. If you want to join us in achieving them, stay tuned.

You Talkin’ to Me?

You Talkin’ to Me?

Kim and I are reading the book of Jeremiah together one chapter every day. We thought it would give us a chance to digest the message a little better while we talked about the daily verses.

My initial reaction was to see Jeremiah as a wailing prophet, warning wrongdoers of impending doom. There are about a million examples.

‘Thus says the Lord: “Behold, I am fashioning a disaster and devising a plan against you. Return now every one from his evil way, and make your ways and your doings good.”  Jeremiah 18:11

I’ve never seen myself as an evildoer so the Books of the Prophets haven’t interested me as much as the really cool stories about David, Gideon, or Elisha.

Eventually, one of the stories broke through to me.

In Jeremiah 34, God told Jeremiah to command the people to free the servants they had held beyond the 7 years allowed by Mosaic law. They obeyed but then took the same people back into servitude again. Another example of evildoers, right?

I skipped through this pretty quickly until I thought about it further.

When the servants were “released”, where were they supposed to go? As long-term members of one household, what job skills did they have to find income? What money did they have for the first month’s rent or a security deposit? Their social network was made up of other servants from that house or others close by – should they abandon their roots?

So the servants reluctantly asked to be taken back into their previous positions, surrendering freedom for familiarity.

The families were faced with a tough choice. Welcoming them back as servants meant ignoring Jeremiah. Rejecting their request meant casting them into a world they weren’t prepared for.

I can imagine hearing them talk about how the High Council should put together a transition program for these people before mumbling about the politics of the day never getting much done.

You can almost hear a husband and wife arguing about how to help – one seeing the need and the other bemoaning a difficult financial year where their resources were already spread thin.

In the end, they conceded that if their servant wanted to “come home”, then they would let them. This time they would be nicer, maybe get them some new clothes, or give them an afternoon off every other week.

After all, what else would they do? Anything more would require completely upending their lives and raise a thousand questions where they didn’t know the answers.

The more I reflected over how Jeremiah 34 actually played out for the people, the more it sounded like a very practical solution I would have devised. It changed the way I viewed this wailing prophet.

Jeremiah wasn’t talking to people who didn’t care or viewed themselves as the “bad guys”. Most of these people believed they were doing the best they could in their situations. They had either drifted or were following paths they were raised on.

Jeremiah was primarily talking to people who followed most of the laws of the day – observing the Sabbath, avoiding unclean foods, and displaying mezuzahs on their doorposts.

When God judged the people, he called whole families together (Rekabites in Jer 35). Each was accountable not only for their own behavior, but also for their parents, siblings, and children. That must have been difficult to hear.

God was judging whether or not they would listen to His prophet, reflect on their lives, and blow everything up if it brought them closer to Him.

Jeremiah is pleading for me to ask myself:

Am I willing to listen to what he says and reflect on my own life, or assume he is talking to someone else and keep flipping pages? Do I want more, or am I satisfied with what I have?

I’ve recently rearranged my life to give time to contemplate a lot of things. Some questions are easy – How much should I exercise, and what diet do I want? Some questions are hard – Am I building a city on a hill, joyfully surrendering everything I have been given to expand His kingdom? Are there parts of my life I am holding back, not doing evil, but not pursuing relation with Him as my highest priority?

Jeremiah asks hard questions. He warns of punishment but also promises reconciliation.

Most of the people of his day ignored him. They had busy lives and were generally satisfied with themselves and their situation. Reflection is time-consuming and difficult.

Jeremiah challenges me:

Will you welcome me into your house, listen to me as the voice of God, and then repent?

Chicken Breasts Supreme

(Jean Geiger)

If you make this, please send me a photo to add. I got excited and forgot to take one when Kim made it for my birthday.

8 single, boned, chicken breasts 1 small jar dried beef

8 slices bacon 1 small carton sour cream

1 can cream of mushroom soup

Grease a rectangular casserole dish.

Place dried beef over bottom of dish.

Wrap each chicken breast in a slice of bacon and lay on top of dried beef.

Mix sour cream and soup and pour over chicken breasts.

Cover dish tightly with foil.  Bake 3 hours at 300o.

Remove foil last 20 or 30 minutes to brown.

Serve on rice.

Finding Focus in the Fray

Finding Focus in the Fray

I have ADHD. It’s not necessarily like what most people imagine it to be. It is more than being easily distracted.

Because of the “AD” part, there are always different, competing thoughts swirling through my head and it can be very difficult to focus on just one of them. 

The “H” part makes it hard to sit still. I tend to fidget restlessly because somehow it helps me to find focus. Sitting still can feel restrictive and stifling.

If you don’t deal with this, imagine being confined to a small chair with televisions surrounding all of your vision. You try to pay attention to what is playing on a particular screen, but each television is loudly playing something different. The longer you are required to sit in the chair after the screens blend into cacophony, the more anxiety builds. Eventually you become numb and tune everything out.

Yesterday, I sat in a Leadership Development event at the main campus of our church. It is a very large venue and hosted close to a thousand people that day. Its goal was to share insight with the church’s leaders, to motivate them, and give a sense of shared purpose. It did not go like I thought it would.

From the beginning, the worship style was difficult for me. Usually when the instruments play and the singers begin, I close my eyes. That is my effort to block out all of the external and internal distractions. It requires a lot of focus to make things “quiet”. The louder the music plays and the more people press in on all sides, the harder it is to separate the worship from the competing noises.

Similarly, social interactions intended to be lighthearted and relaxing are a challenge. It is not easy for me to focus on a lot of new people in a group. Because I process information differently than most people, it takes me more time. I am easily distracted by the abundance of new inputs – what they are wearing, how they do their hair, how they carry themselves. Piecing together the litany of social cues requires concentration. Without taking the time to process the situation first, I just fake the conversation – trying to act like everyone else.

Breaking into groups with strangers to pray is hard. I believe that Jesus carries my requests into the throne room of God and petitions on my behalf. I consider my words carefully. Throwing out quick prayers for people I do not know is uncomfortable. I need more time to understand them and connect to their feelings first. It feels wrong to throw around words recklessly that I am asking my Savior to carry to the Father.

The last social activity was to share a word God was speaking to me. By this time, my anxiety had heightened. So many voices. So loud. I tried to block them out and hear the Spirit whisper to me, but I couldn’t focus. My brain screamed for quiet and the more I tried unsuccessfully to find it, the more anxiety I felt.

Fortunately, a friend noticed something was wrong and told me it was OK if I stepped away.

I left the event and walked out of the building. I found a quiet, shaded spot in a remote corner of the parking lot where I sat cross-legged under a tree. I closed my eyes and focused on quieting the noise. Gradually, everything subsided.

As peace came back to me, my thoughts were drawn back into the worship center. All of the people who were there, motivated by the setting, drawn into the moment. They genuinely enjoyed the morning. 

And suddenly I felt very different from everyone else. I realized that I would never belong there with them. I was aware of God’s love but wished I could be like everybody else, sharing the rapturous moments with them.

The feeling of isolation is familiar. It is the same feeling I have in large groups at work. It is the same feeling I get at family gatherings when the group grows very large. The more people, the louder it gets, the harder it becomes to connect. When I can no longer process everything going on around me, I begin to drift alone.

I hoped it would get better as I’ve gotten older. In some ways it has. Coping is easier. Avoiding certain situations is more automatic. But in other ways, my sensitivity seems to be heightening.

There is no danger that I will give up and walk away from the people I care about. However it will take me time to consider how I can be a leader in my church family. I will have to find a way to be at peace with them the same way I can be at peace alone with God.

There are others like me who connect differently. God will place them in my path, but probably not at these large gatherings.

Last, I have to remember that He created me this way – not by accident but with a plan. I am not alone because He is always there, and He surrounds me with people who love me. My ideal settings are different from other people, but that is OK. He made me this way for a reason. Instead of feeling outcast, I will focus on feeling unique and special while helping others to experience it also.

And maybe at the next gathering, I will search for a different way ahead of time. 🙂

Three-Cheese Mac and Cheese

Three-Cheese Mac and Cheese


Serves: 6–8 | ⏱️ Total Time: ~45 minutes

Ingredients:

For the Pasta:

  • 1 lb elbow macaroni (or shells, cavatappi, etc.)
  • Salted water, for boiling

For the Cheese Sauce:

  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter
  • 1/4 cup all-purpose flour
  • 3 cups whole milk (warm)
  • 1 cup heavy cream (optional, for richness)
  • 1 tsp salt (adjust to taste)
  • 1/2 tsp ground black pepper
  • 1/2 tsp garlic powder (optional)
  • 1/4 tsp smoked paprika or mustard powder (optional, for depth)

Cheeses:

  • 2 cups sharp cheddar cheese, shredded
  • 1 cup gruyère cheese, shredded (melts creamy and adds nuttiness)
  • 1 cup parmesan cheese, grated (for sharpness and texture)

Tip: Use block cheese and shred it yourself — it melts much better than pre-shredded.

Optional Topping:

  • 1 cup panko breadcrumbs
  • 1 tbsp butter, melted
  • Sprinkle of extra parmesan or paprika

Instructions:

1. Boil the Pasta

  • Bring a large pot of salted water to a boil.
  • Cook the pasta until al dente, then drain and set aside.

2. Make the Roux

  • In a large saucepan over medium heat, melt the butter.
  • Whisk in the flour and cook for 1–2 minutes, stirring constantly until light golden (this cooks out the raw flour taste).

3. Add Milk and Cream

  • Slowly whisk in the warm milk and cream, ensuring no lumps form.
  • Stir continuously until the sauce thickens and coats the back of a spoon (about 5–7 minutes).

4. Season the Sauce

  • Stir in salt, pepper, garlic powder, and paprika/mustard powder if using.

5. Add the Cheese

  • Lower heat and gradually stir in the cheddar, gruyère, and parmesan until fully melted and smooth.

6. Combine with Pasta

  • Fold the cooked pasta into the cheese sauce until evenly coated.

7. Bake (Optional)

  • Preheat oven to 375°F (190°C).
  • Pour mac and cheese into a greased 9×13-inch baking dish.
  • Mix panko breadcrumbs with melted butter and sprinkle on top.
  • Bake uncovered for 15–20 minutes, until the top is golden and bubbling.

Serve Warm

Garnish with a sprinkle of parsley or extra cheese if you like. Pairs perfectly with roasted vegetables, fried chicken, or just a spoon.