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I’ve been hearing about this Bob Goff character for quite a while now.

Bob sounds larger than life.

Bob hugs people.  His children invite world leaders for sleepovers.  He rescues kids in Uganda, and gives them a home and an education.

Oh, and he’s a lawyer in his spare time.

To be honest, I expected his book to feel like literary Splenda.  Artificial.  Too perfect to be real.  Maybe even a little preachy and boastful.

I was wrong.

I like being this kind of wrong.

Love Does is Bob Goff’s love letter to the world.  

Bob and his family and his friends have all done some inspiring things.  But this book does not tell amazing tales lived by perfect people in exotic places under unique circumstances.

No, Love Does simply illustrates the way Bob approaches each day and each situation differently than most people do…seeking opportunities, stretching himself, and embracing God’s power to do amazing things through him.

In Love Does, Bob artfully weaves personal anecdotes together with the truth of God and the love of Jesus, with the goal of showing me how to let whimsy and love for others draw me into a deeper understanding of how God’s plans for me are far greater than anything I could plan or do for myself.

Love Does isn’t perfect.  

I am a risk manager by nature.  That part of me would have liked to see an abject failure here and there.  Not because I would take any joy in things not working out for Bob, but because I get really discouraged by things like that.  And when I see incredibly successful people, I imagine that failure never happens to them.

But Bob does talk about some things that would have set me back.  He shares how he reframed them into opportunities.  Every time.

Bob still seems a little larger than life.  But I think that’s because he lives a life that’s larger than just himself.

Bob’s stories show God’s perfection.

Never trite, never precious, Bob’s stories dance a delicate line at the brink of the audacious.  And he sincerely wants each one of us to come along for the ride with him.

Do you want to get your hands dirty and get in the middle of the action and give God a chance to show up?  Do you want to use your hands and feet to do amazing, crazy, daring things?

If you can answer yes, then take Love Does as encouragement.  Get it.  Read it.

And start living it.

What can you do today to make love a verb?  Leave a comment…

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. 
(Matt 11:28)

I’m not very good at resting, although I think my family will tell you otherwise.  But the theme of rest has been coming up time and again over the past few months.  Like God is trying to tell me something or something.

I’m an introvert.  To the extreme.

Most people think of extroverts as people who are outgoing and gregarious and like meeting new people, and introverts as people who are more private, quiet, shy.

While this often is true, there’s another school of thought that defines these characteristics differently:

Extroverts draw energy from the people around them.  They feel more energetic after being with a group.

Introverts are the opposite.  We like people (well, certain people, anyway).  But it takes a lot of energy to be around others, especially extroverts.  And the way to recharge is to have

quiet

time

alone.

I’ve been on-the-go with a lot of people around all week…an introvert’s nightmare.

I went on a business trip and led a lot of discussion about a lot of business-y things.  I talked to people on four different airplanes.  We attended an hors d’ouvre reception and a fashion show for the school’s fashion design program where Mash made her debut as a runway model.  We went to see The Avengers (awesome!).  We met  the parents of Masha’s prom group at a local park for pre-prom pictures. I had dinner out with Mark. We played cards with a couple from our small group.  We went to church.  We visited with Mark’s family for Mother’s Day…..Ack!

So for my Mother’s Day gift, I took a nap.  Far later in the afternoon than I usually do.  And boy did it feel good.

Even after the nap and then finishing a great book that I’ll tell you about later this week, I’m still just too tired to string a series of words together into anything very profound.

So…..yeah.  Here are some pictures of my weekend highlights instead:

Fashion Show

 

Prom

 

And Simon steals the photo shoot with his “business”

 

This is a guest post from Ben Steele; I’m trading spaces with him today!  Ben lives, works, and learns in Auburn, AL.  His job as a machinist and welder is the patron of his true passions: teaching the Bible, and loving and leading God’s people.  Ben writes for young men making their way as spiritual leaders at BigHairyDeal.net.  Connect with him on Twitter @thebensteele.

Stop by and check out my post, Fathers, at Ben’s site, and welcome him as he visits our little riverbank.   

When Christine first invited me to post on her blog I was pretty excited but I wondered what I might have to share with her audience that would be valuable. I sent her an email that asked, “How can a young single guy best serve a community centered on adopted family?”

She wrote back, “How CAN a single guy serve the adoption/orphan care community?”

See how she showed me I had already asked exactly the right question? It’s tough for us bachelors to get involved with much of anything that has to do with kids. Most of us don’t have the natural bent towards building relationships with children that women do. If any of us do have that tendency it seems out of place, unexpected. We’re not sure how to live it out. That’s not just me, is it?

So how did I end up wanting to work in orphan care? How did I make it happen? I’ll tell you.

Take a look at this excerpt from an article written by Katie Davis about her move to Uganda. You can read the entire article here.

Slowly but surely I began to realize the truth: I had loved and admired and worshiped Jesus without doing what He said. This recognition didn’t happen overnight; in fact I believe it was happening in my heart long before I even knew it…It was happening in so many ways, and I couldn’t deny it. I wanted to actually do what Jesus said to do.

So I quit my life.

… I quit college; I quit cute designer clothes and my little yellow convertible; I quit my boyfriend. I no longer have all the things the world says are important. I do not have a retirement fund; I do not even have electricity some days. But I have everything I know is important. I have a joy and a peace that are unimaginable and can come only from a place better than this earth. I cannot fathom being happier. Jesus wrecked my life, shattered it to pieces, and put it back together more beautifully.

I read those words on a spring evening, alone in my living room, and was thoroughly unsettled. This was a verifiably sincere 20-something year old woman calmly, deliberately telling me that my average life and pint-sized dreams were not adequate. She had come to believe that she was made for more and, as I read, I was compelled to believe that I was too.

My sense of satisfaction had been revamped. I knew I had to find a way to reach out past myself and be Jesus to my community.

Katie’s blog and other voices that began to chime in told me about the orphan. They also told me that I could matter. I could make a difference. I don’t suppose I really believed them at first but the more I gave them an audience the more their words began to spur me on.

My Secret Weapon

But then I had to figure out what to…you know…do. And that wasn’t easy. I didn’t really know where to start. My church didn’t have an established program for serving orphans and I didn’t know of any in my community.

It turns out I had a secret weapon without even realizing it: I had a friend who had an adopted daughter.

I had not thought of this, but people who have adoption in their family, they know orphan care. If you want to get involved, talk to these people. They can, and often will, tell you way more than you want to know. I think, just from observation, that once you take a child into your home it changes you. Haven’t you ever noticed that most families who foster or adopt don’t do it just once? So over time they become the experts. They can hook you up.

I didn’t think to talk to my friend but as providence would have it he opened the door for me anyway. While telling his family’s story at a local church he mentioned a foster care support ministry called Big House Foundation. A few days later I sent them an email asking how I could help.

How to Get Started

As I reflect on what the experience was like going forward I recall a lot of discomfort and anxiety. Remember, I’m a single guy and I’ve noticed that people don’t expect me to want to work with kids. I guess I felt awkward about the whole thing. If that describes you at all, I thought of a few things it might be helpful for you to do.

1. Feel the tinge of discomfort as you read about the plight of the orphan.

Don’t click away. Don’t turn the TV on or put your earphones in. Don’t do any of the things we do that numb our sense of the gut-wrenching need.

Will you read Psalm 40:1 with me? It says of God, “he turned to me and heard my cry.” The trusty King James says “he inclined unto me.” We step back, he leans in. We look away, he turns and faces.

If you want to serve, face the need with wide open eyes and let it overwhelm you with its size and its depth and its insurmountable odds. Don’t resist as it twists your insides into knots. This is the only way for you to be convinced that this matters, that this is worth the effort and worth the weariness and anguish that are surely coming your way if you reach out.

2. Find your niche.

If you’re thinking, “I’m on board, but not ready to adopt or foster,” I’m with you. I’m not there yet. The good news is if you play to your strengths you can find a way to serve. What do you already do that you could spin in the direction of the orphan care community?

I found my niche in tutoring. I consider myself to have the heart of a teacher and since foster kids don’t have the most stable lives they sometimes need help with their school work. So far this seems to be a good fit for me.

Do you have talents in food prep that could help a foster family with their meals? Could your business provide fund-raising aid or do you have some marketing/social media know-how that could help a local organization expand their reach? You have a skill or a hobby that you’re already pursuing. Why not make it count?

3. Fight the flinch.

In this post I described the flinch as my #1 obstacle to making a difference. The flinch is that tension you feel just before you take the first step toward doing something awesome, something that matters. It causes you to ask if you’ll be successful, instead of if you’ll be serving; if you’ll be a hero, instead of if you’ll be healing. It reminds you of past failures and makes you hesitate to take that risk again. Sometimes the flinch warns you of real danger. But usually it’s a liar. You have to learn to recognize the flinch for what it is. You have to fight it instead of letting it turn you back from what you know is right.

A Final Thought

So, since emailing Big House I’ve been thrilled to be able help out with tutoring, volunteer at respite care events, and even got to man their booth at this conference. There’s a long way to go before I prove I’m in this for the long haul but, by God’s grace, I’ll keep serving.

In sports they say, “Leave it all on the field.” In other words, don’t end the game with any energy, any skill, or any talent left over. Use it all up because, once the game is over, what do you need it for? I don’t want to face Jesus some day and have to explain why I have resources left over. I want to leave it on the field.

I mentioned to y’all that i’m starting work on a book about our adoption journey.  It loosely falls into the genre of memoir, so I’ve been practicing with that a little bit.  

I thought I’d share with you a short piece that I posted as an exercise on The Write Practice recently.  This is quite a departure from what I’ve been posting lately, but I have a special orphan-related surprise for you on Saturday.  Stay tuned.

* * *

Her hospital bed fills the end of the narrow room, a faint dent where her body had recently withered.  The formal space once reserved for holidays and cocktails before dinner is now occupied by an oxygen machine and clipboards and pill bottles.

Outside the window, a red bird flits to the feeder.  The seeds he seeks will never be refilled.  Soon, the birds will figure this out and stop coming, the first in a long line of changes that will happen after she is dead.

I gather a couple of books and the photo of my mother with her five brothers from her bed stand. I choose a small vase from the china closet and clip a few of the first daffodils from her garden, wrapping their stems carefully in a wet paper towel and then plastic.  Final pieces of home.

I wonder if these things will make a difference to her.  I wonder if she’ll know they are there, or if I’m bringing them for my own peace of mind.

She wanted to die at home.  But we can’t handle that.  We can’t take care of her anymore, and we all know that if she dies there we’ll never be able to sit in that room again.

Dad won’t be able to live in the house anymore.  And that’s not fair to him, is it?  He lived in that house before he met her.  The fell in love, married, raised kids in that house.  He’ll spend the next six months, or year, or two just working in the garage.

Because none of us can bear to remember her slowly dying in the living room.

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Have you ever lost someone close to you?  Leave a comment…

When discussing financial responsibility and the importance of not going into debt no matter how important the thing is that you want:

Me: We paid cash for you…

Mash: You say that like I was a Barbie….

Me: You were a lot more expensive than a Barbie…

Mash: Yeah, because I’m a one-of-a-kind.

Me: Good one.

I’m really thankful that my girls both have a good sense of humor!

What’s popped out of your mouth that maybe shouldn’t have? Leave a comment…

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