SHARE LOVE FIELD DAY SEPT 27TH

So....all of this has been written over the past month .

That seems to be how scattered my mind and days feel currently.

I was going to post a save the date about Field Day a month ago….

Here it is! ...along with journals, thoughts, prayers, and more.

Just read what you feel like reading ...lol.

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8/8/25

I wrote most of the prayer below

before I read today’s devotion from Richard Rohr.

It was week 29.

And as you know that number… 29..

it  never seems to fail me .

Last night, Celia pointed out a 329 on a license plate on the car in front of us.

It prompted Graham to ask…“ how many signs do we have for daddy?”

And he went on to  name them all.

Crescent moon, elephants, cardinals, 29’s, 329’s.

He smiled his best Mike grin.

I am grateful for the ways we still feel so close to Mike’s spirit .

And the ways the kids find comfort on an ordinary drive home from Publix,

on a random Thursday night.

So this morning when I was sitting down

to pray and write and the devotion was number 29.

I felt at peace.

These God winks always lead  me to exactly where I need to be.

And  with time I am learning to trust them .

So I share it with you.

Dear God,

Put your words on my heart.

I am here on this earth for your calling for me.

I was born with a fire you placed in my heart and soul.

I am 41 and I still struggle with what that is.

What is your calling for me?

God, I  have felt the warmth of your light running on my favorite beach,

  I have felt the greatest joys,

laughing with loved ones in a heated and sandy game of whiffle ball.

The feeling  similar to the happy baby laughing videos the kids love watch.

It feels like  watching dolphins jump and glide through the ocean waves.

It feel like watching the sun rise over that sandy beach and blue  ocean.

The sunrise morning light warms my body with energy .

I naturally want to lean in and get closer.

It feels good, and hopeful, and

I feel at peace.

I have also sat in the shadows ,

the darkness feels like heat too.

But its a warming in fearful way.

Like if I get to close I might  be burned by the fire .

I feel myself trying to back away.

But I couldn’t run any farther.

I felt like I was burned.

And when the fire finally went out.

I was forced to sit with the ashes after.

Graham asked me if Mike’s ashes were still in my closet or does he have a grave ?

Hmmm, just your average light hearted question over cereal before school.

Maybe  I have  sat on my closet floor ,

close to his ashes  long enough.

Over the past 5 years, God,

your love

has helped

me keep me swimming

through

the light

and dark.

You have held me.

Wrapped me tight in your love,

Like a cocoon.

In the darkness.

You have transformed the pain

Into new life.

Like a beautiful butterfly.

Your love, God.

Is there for it all.

It is unconditional.

Your love

is what has sustained me.

Your Love .

Gives me courage to sit in the shadowy dark scary places ,

“ To embrace the practice of trees, we might notice the places within us where the light seldom shines.

We may long to look away from our shadows, to ignore the ways we feel least connected to the holy.

Yet the trees would tell us that those are the very places to which we must attend,

lovingly stretching into the pain, misunderstanding, grief, or confusion.

The trees remind us that if we refrain from growing in those difficult,

shadowy places, our journey toward the light will be constrained.  

I don’t want my journey to the light,

my journey to you God,

to be constrained.

So I try to be still.

And have courage to sit in the shadows.

I pray.

I breathe.

Relief does not come immediately.

But always in YOUR perfect timing.

Keep swimming , you say.

Keep surrendering.

Keep letting go.

My humanness wants to choose self pity ,

anger , frustration, pain , fear, sadness ….

to close my heart and bury it in the ashes.

I recently came across this quote but Kate Bowler….

“Can we still love , when it makes no sense at all.”

When I feel the most human feelings of humanness ever.

Can I choose love then?

When I feel I  have been wronged

And when I am a broken heart,

a pile of ashes.

Can I choose to let the pain transform me?

It’s hard, God.

But you forgive, God.

You choose Love.

And people did it for me.

Your love has showed up as hundreds of casseroles and home cooked baked goods.

It has shown up  as hugs and  cups of coffee that were delivered at all hours to the hospital.

Your love looks like rides to sporting events , school, and playdates.

Your love has the face of hundreds of “ thinking about you” cards and texts.

Your love looks like generous donations from those who believe in our mission to share love .

Your love has shown up as

angels strangers, friends and family.

Who loved me back to light,

back to your love,  God

I am grateful.

Your love shows up at the first little league, home run over the fence, game ball feeling ….

AND your love shows up in the warmth of hugs before dawn breaks,

when those we love  take their final breath.

Angels on earth .

Who kept loving me when I was broken.

When I was as hard to love.

And I have been so  hard to love.

That’s what your love does, God.

It is constant and transformational.

I pray you will always hold me tight , God.

Like the cocoon.

In the darkness.

In the shadows.

I trust you .

In the cocoon remind me that your love will always bring me back to the light.

I will keep surrendering.

and try to keep loving ... even when it makes no sense.

- me

Dear Fight like Mike army and share love angels.

I know I sound like a broken record..

But we would not be swimming without you.

Your love has anchored me in the shadows,

And propelled me through the changing ocean tides

for me entire life and especially these past ten years.

I am grateful .

Last Sunday,

we made it to early church after a super fun and on the go summer came to an end.

I felt all the emotions of life finally  sink in as all 4 of us were finally in the same place ,

at the same time for the next 45 min.

As the kids walked to the front for the

“ Blessing of the backpacks.”

And Joseph shared the simple but perfect charge

for them to “ Be Kind“ this year,

tears I had been holding back all summer started to fall.

They are getting older.

High school… middle school… and 4th grade.

I finally woke up and really saw them in that moment.

I felt a wave of sadness, proudness,  and also great joy.

They are doing it.

This hard and messy life.

And with such grace and love.

It wasn’t just the thought of them growing up that made me cry.

It was Terry and Ruth ,sitting two rows in front of me, swaying and dancing to “ Amen”.

I haven’t seem them in months.

Ruth is fighting her own courageous battle with cancer.

Our pastor Anna preached a sermon on rest and food and grace.

( that was my simplified notes.. it was much more wise and beautiful)

Terry, who beat his own battle of cancer,

was a  constant face of grace, while Mike was sick…

And dying.

He showed up and fed him delicious donuts,

took him on rides when he could no longer drive,

and sat by his bedside and read to him , in his final days.

As Anna spoke  of this kind of love and grace

, my tears fell even more,

I was filled with gratitude as I thought Of Terry and Ruth.

When I looked around I saw the faces of more angels,

who were grace for us on our most saddest  and most sacred days.

It was all of you.

You kept me believing.

This is what God’s love is to me.

May we believe in it.

May we feel it .

May we share it with others.

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We missed you all last year at Field Day!!

Graham has asked every week since we canceled it , when field day will be  …..

Sooooo if nothing else… Come and make Grahams day! ( no pressure ....lol)

My prayer is that God will make this day

where you find more  joy if you are happy,

or you find someone to cry with if you feel sad.

Where you feel peace that surpasses all understanding for a moment.

My prayer is that it is a day where you can show up,

With all your humanness.

and know

you are so loved regardless….

That’s all.....

Sept 27th 4-8pm

Thank you to ALLLLL my people who make this happen .

You know who you are.

I could not do it without you.

Jambalaya, Hotdogs , salads,  beer, coffee truck,

Kona Ice, Ballon Art, Music, Face Paint, Jumpy Houses,

……. and LOTS of T-SHIRTS , HATS, AND MORE!

We are honored  to Share Mike’s gigantic love with you all.

He taught us how to love when it makes no sense at all,

he taught us how to Surrender when we have done all we can,

and to Keep swimming with joy and so much laughter.

Be with us to remember and honor him and share his love with you…

SATURDAY Sept 27, 2025 .

Please don’t let the cost of tickets stop you.

The day is about sharing love.

That’s all.

Maybe just bring a friend with you.

So they can have fun and feel loved.

Keep swimming, friends.

With peace.

And lightness

Knowing God loves you.

Just because you were born.

That’s all.

❤️

Lindsey