Some Things Should Never Be Put In A Smoothie

I’m not a fan of a lot of greens. Some of them are just plain bitter. They might be good for me, but tolerating them as part of a imgresmeal is a little hard to stomach.

Unless you put them in a blender with things I like. Fruit. Almond butter. Greek yogurt.

Smoothies make a lot of nasty things taste better.

I’ve been living in the midst of a smoothie for days. It’s not over. Some positive experiences mixed with the bitter.

My grandson, Landry, finally came home from the hospital. So many graciously prayed for him, and I’ll be forever grateful for the intercession. It was a reminder of how wonderful community is when folks are hurting. How the faith of many can help the faithlessness of the one.

These first weeks of May are also heavy with sadness, for me and many whom I love. During these two weeks we smack into the first anniversary of the deaths of two very fine young men. Their deaths were untimely. The loved ones and friends they left behind are still experiencing grief and loss. Their memories are becoming sweeter, but the reminders of their absence are constant.

Life is full of the bitter and the sweet. Mixed together, it’s more palatable. But when a huge dose of the bitter comes through, it’s enough to make you gag.

It’s a challenge to embrace the good and bad, the soft and hard of life. One moment I’m unbelievably joyful because Landry dc133b90-1554-40f8-b091-7cc6dbdf42bfcame home. Healthy and whole. Ready to begin his life.

The next moment, I’m filled with sadness over the loss of Grant and Bryan. Two young men moving into adulthood with hopes, dreams, families and friends who loved them well. Life for them here has ended.

Life isn’t fair.

Saying that out loud gives no comfort. It’s a statement filled with frustration that won’t go away.

Does this make life futile?


It’s holding the tension of the exquisitely joyful and the unbearably painful at the same time.

Which is a lot easier to say than do.

I’d much rather be joyful. I don’t like pain.d718a002-63ca-4c33-9053-aa70eef8f06a

I don’t live in that tension well.

It doesn’t make me a hypocrite.

It makes me human.

Jesus can handle whatever I’m dumping on Him. He’s my enough.

I’m well aware of my weaknesses, my fear and worry, how I try to control that which I can’t.

I know my own darkness. My anger, impatience, critical spirit, selfishness.

Jesus gets this about me. It doesn’t shock Him, catch Him unawares, scare Him off.

He’s in it for the long haul with me.

He’s not a crutch. That would be an inanimate object or practice of my choosing that gets me through hard times.

Those are often called addictions.

He’s the God who chooses to come alongside me in relationship, sharing my pain, rejoicing in the good.

Life’s tension comes from living in a broken world and wanting better.

Jesus’ answer? He offers His living water to sustain me. The only reliable chaser to the bitter smoothie of life.

I understand so little. But He’s shown up for me, time and again.

Cheers, my friends.


4 responses to “Some Things Should Never Be Put In A Smoothie”

  1. Dayle, we are glad for Landry, also! Life isn’t fair, also! We will Pray for Grant and Bryan and the Families who Loved them! I don’t like pain, either – who does! HE DIED for ME – for MY SIN PROBLEMS – ALL OF THEM!!! I understand so little, also – but HE SHOWS UP for ME, also! Love and Blessings to YOU BOTH!


    1. God called us in love to a world of pain and suffering–and I still don’t get it. But He’s faithful and fair! Love you, Lo!


  2. “Holding the tension of the exquisitely joyful and the unbearably painful at the same time.” What perfect wording. And exactly what Jesus did as He endured the cross for the joy set before Him. You are doing it too….following in His footsteps, one faltering baby step or one huge leap of faith at a time. And just like you will applaud Landry taking those, how He applauds you, my friend. I am so glad that you wrote out “it doesn’t make me a hypocrite. It makes me human.” And I pray you really believe it, moment by moment, knowing you are not phony at all for hitting the wall of pain and responding as He did. Knowing the need for reinforcement. Angels at your side, visible as well as not. That wall seems to be a lot of places and shows up a lot of times, even in the course of a single day. That cup we would so much rather not have to drink on just about any given day. But you are such an example to me of what living in the gap of who we are and who we are meant to be – the exact place that Jesus has us in time. How I love you, and the fact that you truly ARE one of the most authentic people I know.


    1. You are way too kind, my friend. But, oh, Pen, I really want to live well in that gap. I don’t want to hide from it or ignore it or pretend it doesn’t matter, because it does. I want to be more like Him–as I know you do. And I’m grateful to have someone like you to walk this path with. It’s a tough journey–and this isn’t home–but it’s always more fun with you along! Love you!


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