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Friday, March 11, 2016

{pretty, happy, funny, real} in a life-changing February

| a weekly capturing of contentment in everyday life |


"Weekly" is not exactly accurate since it's been over a month since I posted anything other than the devotional Lent daybook posts.  I'd like to say this was an intentional fast for the season or something, but that wouldn't be true.  

The real reason for the lack of personal posts is that February was cray-zay.  I spent 17 of the 29 days out of town (sleeping in about five different states), and I spent a total of 8 days sick in bed (literally). On the few remaining days, we visited with a few friends, went to work, marked Ash Wednesday, and accepted a new job in a new state. 

What?!?  Keep reading, friends.

A few photos to practice contentment this week

|old friends|

A visit with an old friend

We have not seen A. for probably 8 years, before living in Austin was even an idea in our heads.  One of the most serendipitous moments we've experienced since moving to Austin was the day we met a new family at Christ Church, and in our first conversation discovering that they had lived with our friend across the world in Asia.  Not only did we discover we had a mutual friend, but we learned that this very family had been one we'd prayed for when A. sent the requests about their daughter who was seriously ill.  And here she was -- in Austin -- miraculously cured and full of life.  The whole thing came full circle when A. came back to the U.S. and visited all of us in Austin.  
We enjoyed a breezy dinner out doors and caught up on stories.  It was especially sweet for Natalie - who had prayed for A. with her Sunday School class in NY when she was little - to ask more grown-up questions about life on mission.  

Beautiful.

| Central Texas ministry retreat|

ministry retreat in Central Texas

At the very beginning of the month, we spent a few days at a retreat center with a small band of church friends, training in a new ministry offering. There was just enough time for me to get out for a late afternoon hike.  I accidentally went far beyond the trail, finally stopping at the edge of a cliff.  I got to watch the sun set, and it was gorgeous.  Then I hustled back while there was still a bit of daylight because I'm still terrified of all that creeps and crawls in Texas.

|Connecticut interview |

St. Mary's-by-the-sea Park

Fairfield, CT

I've mentioned over the past year, somewhat between the lines, that Brian and I really did not know where we would end up working once he is ordained into the Anglican priesthood. Last summer it became clear to us that we would not likely have the opportunity to rector a church in Austin, we prayed hard about church planting outside of Austin vs. interviewing for Rector positions outside of Texas.  As part of that discernment process, we sent resumes to a few hiring churches.  We wanted to get a sense of what other Anglican churches in the U.S. were experiencing, and what needs they were expressing in terms of pastoral leadership. 

Two of the three locations followed up with Brian with several Skype interviews.  After each conversation, Brian was energized not only by the questions, but also by the earnest hearts of the church members in this hard task of searching for a new priest.

Much to our amazement, both churches invited us to interview in person within one week of each other.  In theory that sounds logical -- back to back interviews.  In practice it was emotionally and physically exhausting. Not just because of the toll of air travel and meeting large groups of new people for weekend-long intense conversations, but the greater exhaustion came from the love we felt for each location.  We hoped to be chosen -- as any normal human would -- but we also agonized the choice.  Our choice to respond, to leave Austin, and, essentially, to leave behind one of the congregations we met and prayed about, in addition to the church we already serve and love here in Austin.

It surprised me how hard that felt.


Providentially, one of the dear members of the church in Connecticut handed us a homemade loaf of Rye bread on our way out the door Sunday afternoon.  And so, we had chunks of bread and glasses of wine for our hotel room dinner that night.  While it started to snow outside our window. And it was very, very good.


Of course, one of the perks of interviewing in Connecticut was flying in and out of our favorite city in the world.  And, not only that, we got snowed into Brooklyn for two nights because our flight home was cancelled and the next available flight wasn't for another two days.

Oh darn...


We made the most of our added time, traipsing through sleet, wind and snow for a delightful belated Valentine's Day dinner at the excellent Franny's.  This photo shows our dessert, but the rest of the meal was utterly fantastic as well.

 

The rest of our time in NYC
  • the quintessential NYC Italian eating experience, in which I was the only female in the crowded cafe and we found out we had to pay cash when we're already through the line and the little Italian owner-guy told Brian "It's OK. Eat it before it gets cold! You can pay me later." (which we did, of course)
  • Waiting out the pouring rain inside Greenlight Bookstore in Brooklyn
  • Reading, writing, people-watching in the perfectly buzzy The Greene Grape Annex coffee shop (across from Greenlight)

| Virginia interview |


A day and half after returning to Austin from Connecticut, we headed out for our second weekend of interviews in southeastern Virginia. 


This church was dear and we fell in love with each person - from the two-year-old to the 91-year-old couple.  They are a small band of people who love Jesus, love each other and love their town and we will keep praying that God sends them exactly the right shepherd to join them.

| Maryland sister visit |


When we looked at the map and realized how close we'd be to my sister's new house in Maryland.  How could we miss the chance to visit?  And I can't stop looking at this picture. (we were recreating this one before my niece Ellie was born). This picture represents so much prayer and so much courage from my brother-in-law and sister.  We give thanks to God.

| Denton daughter weekend |



Mother/Daughter event with Kendra

After catching up with two days of work back in Austin, I loaded up my podcast playlist and hit the road to Denton for a weekend with my daughter.  Her sorority hosts an annual mom's event, and we've begun a tradition of getting a hotel room and hanging out for a whole weekend. We got time to trip around town a bit, hitting up the huge used bookstore, a couple of cute cafes, and meeting up with Kendra's roomies and their mothers. Another highlight of the weekend was helping Kendra prepare her support letter mailing for her mission trip to Kenya this summer. 

On Sunday I visited Kendra's church with her, and loved the opportunity to worship with yet another Anglican church earnestly seeking to love God and neighbors well.  

As I said, it was a full month with some life-changing results. We are grateful, excited, nervous, sad and eager.  I imagine I'll be talking a lot about it all here in the coming months. In the meantime, here's the basic announcement in Brian's words:


Big News for the Murphy Family | Christ Church website

Have YOU captured any contentment this week? 
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Thursday, November 05, 2015

{pretty, happy, funny, real} in highs and lows and all hope

| a weekly capturing the contentment in everyday life |


The week is a bit of a blur, what with the time change that always disorients me. Although, I'm such a homebody that earlier darkness just gives me one more excuse to cozy up in my little house.  Austin had crazy rain storms on Friday, and then just like that turned Halloween into a pretty little day.  We'd intended to visit our son in Houston, but had to postpone because the downpour of rain (5" in one hour close to us!) and threats of flash flooding closed roads between us.  Instead, I sat in the rainy dark, and watched a couple black and white movies (A Farewell to Arms, and the slightly depressing Strange Love of Martha Ivers starring a young, milktoasty Kirk Douglas).  The silver lining about missing our Houston trip is that we were home to welcome a couple, extra-special trick-or-treaters, and enjoy walking through our son's neighborhood with the adorable Elayna.  (see pics of her zombie self below).  It was a week of ups and downs, highs and lows, friends and neighbors -- overall, a good week to remember.

A few photos to practice contentment this week

| pretty |

Happy mail and autumn table

My mother knows what to send me when I'm feeling a bit blue -- as I have been, off and on for my whole life the past month: a book she thought I'd like (which I did!), a handwritten wrapper of brown paper, a clever bookmark and a couple of notes tucked into the pages.  Seriously, we all need our mothers, no matter our age.  Dear friend, if you no longer have your mother, I am so sorry, and pray you'll be nurtured in particularly sweet ways this week.  

I also took the opportunity to update our table for November.  Rosehips are a curiosity and wonder to me.  The "So Grateful" book was a gift from my dear sister-in-law JoAnn a couple of Thanksgivings ago.  My table centerpiece plays a valuable role in my life, and I'm grateful for this one right now. 


| happy |



Halloween

A These photos really represent happy, funny and real as our weekend plans changed (see above), and we scrambled to get a tiny bit festive.  We'd heard a rumour that our delightful (and costume savvy!) friends, the Taylor and Akel families, might be popping in.  A few weeks ago, Blythe's mom (aka, Phaedra) posted this little exchange they'd had: 
After walking through the neighborhood and getting irritated that all the houses don't have Halloween decorations: 
B: "Mama! You know what!?"  
Phaedra: "What's that?" 
B: (perturbed) "I don't like people just hanging around with houses with no pumpkin stuff!" 
We hurried right up and got some pumpkin stuff!  We also loved seeing Elayna in her best zombie cheerleader get-up.  Poor girl got braces a few weeks before Halloween, which puts a bit of a damper on the candy-eating.  She was fearless walking up to houses that seemed especially dark this year (maybe, I'm just out of practice).  We gave thanks for the people who still leave a porch light on, and welcome kids with cheery greetings and authentic delight at the costumes parading through their flower beds.  A couple porches were a bit scarier looking, though, prompting some help from a grown-up.  (Also, if aren't Amber & Andrew adorable?!?) 


| funny |


A serious(ly) funny misunderstanding

My sister Alicia -- who, along with her husband, Richard, is joyfully, gratefully expecting a baby in March -- sent this clever little announcement to share the gender of their little bundle.  As good parents, we wanted to share the scratch-off moment with our kids scattered between Houston, Austin and Dallas.  We videotaped the event, sharing our predictions with the camera, and then, sent the little clip via group text to our kids and my sister. In our minds, what would ensue was a shower of congratulation texts between our adult children and their aunt.  Instead, we got the following thread -- which was partially dismaying, but mostly hilarious.  

Thankfully, my sister and her husband have a great sense of humor and loved it all.   (you'll notice that the thread starts immediately with one of our sons not really catching the gist of the gender-reveal video, as noted by his pithy one-word question: "Who?")




| real |


October 2011 - at a ministry training in Kansas City

All Saints  Day & a committal service

Sunday, November 1, was All Saints Day.  It was also, appropriately, the second anniversary of the death of a good man and good friend, Trey Sellstrom.  I wrote about the shock of his death two years ago (here) only a handful of short months following the sadness of the loss of our friend Dick Chote.  

Dick and Trey and their wives (Eleanor and Cheryl, respectively) were some of our first and quickest friends here in Austin, as we worked together to minister to the relationally and sexually wounded in our congregation at Christ Church.  To be together in that sort of work requires a level of knowing and being known that is, sadly, rather rare in Christian communities.  Yet, here were the three of our families are mostly unknown to each other before October 2011, praying and crying and laughing and encouraging and admonishing and holding accountability week in and week out.  And here, within two years of the start of these rich friendships, both Dick and Trey moved from our presence into the great communion of saints.  

We still miss them, but not even close to the ways their wives and children miss them.  Both Eleanor and Cheryl have taught us what godly suffering looks like, the grief that is real and raw and, yet, welcoming to the rest of us mourning in our own way. Cheryl waited two years before burying Trey's ashes in a family plot.  She had travelled with those ashes as part of her journey of grieving -- leaving some in various places of meaning.  On Sunday, she invited us to join her in this final committal of Trey into the ground.  I don't know how to describe her any other way but radiant in her grief.  I hope to be like her as I face suffering in my life.  

Brian read words of Scripture and prayer and comfort from the Book of Common Prayer, we took turns pouring the remains of a good and beloved man into the ground from which he was formed (Texas ground, at that).  When we'd all had a turn that wanted one, Cheryl stretched out her hands for help with the rest.  And the other widow, Eleanor, stepped forward.  The two knelt together, and in the marvellous mystery of resurrection hope, smiled as they worked together to bury Trey.  

We cried and sang Amazing Grace.  Trey's father -- who also lost his wife this year -- explained that the next day he'd come back alone and bury out a bit more dirt from underneath the small stone to appease the cemetery custodians.  I thought "Even now, he's being a Dad.  Even now, he gives up a part of his day to work for his son."  

This sort of took all the energy I might have used to post anything on the blog for All Saints Day.  I leave you with the collect, and give thanks in memory of our dear friends Dick and Trey and for all the others we've loved who are now part of the Great Cloud of Witnesses: 

Almighty God, you have knit together your elect in one communion and fellowship in the mystical body of your Son Christ our Lord: Give us grace so to follow your blessed saints in all virtuous and godly living, that we may come to those ineffable joys that you have prepared for those who truly love you; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who with you and the Holy Spirit lives and reigns, one God, in glory everlasting.  Amen. (source)



Have YOU captured any contentment this week? 
 I'd love to hear about it!



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