Help Wanted—Can We Admit It?
—Grace & Truth Linkup

The Bike Idea

We are sitting in Valerie’s driveway on a hot Alabama morning. Valerie is my next-door neighbor. I am around 7 years old; she is 6. We’re deciding what to play next.

Valerie suggests we ride bikes.

My heart pounds.

I’ve watched other people ride bikes. My older siblings ride bikes. Valerie rides a bike.

But I don’t know how to ride a bike. I don’t dare admit to Valerie—a friend younger than me—that I can’t ride a bike. By this age I know I should know how. I feel embarrassment. I feel fear. I feel shame.

Because I’ve never ridden a bike.

My Do or Die Moment

Valerie pulls her bike out of the garage. She rolls me her sister’s bike. She gets on her bike first and takes off.

I grab hold of the handlebars of the bike. I throw one leg over the seat, balance myself, both feet still steady on the ground.

This is my do or die moment. How hard can the fall be?

I put my left foot on one pedal, then my right foot on the other. And off I go. I’m a little wobbly. But I stay upright. I ride down Valerie’s sideway, into the grass. I haven’t fallen yet.

I’m doing it. I’m riding a bike. For the very first time.

Can Valerie tell I’m a newbie? If she notices, she doesn’t mention it. I follow her around the yard, just two neighbors riding bikes together.

I feel like a normal kid.

My shame crisis is averted another day, hidden beneath a veil of fakery. But on this day, I pulled it off. Courage beat shame. This time.

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I’ve since ridden bicycles many, many miles for lots and lots of fun. I carry a scar on my left knee to document a wreck. I have memories of multiple rips in bell-bottom jeans that got caught in the chains.

But the memory of that first ride still haunts me. What kept me from admitting to Valerie that this would be my first day to ride a bike?

I was only a kid, of course. But even as an adult, it’s often still hard to admit I don’t know how to do something if I don’t have to.

I ask God often to slay my pride, to help me be humble, to give me courage to live wide open.

To live with more vulnerability and less shame.

And when I need help? May I admit it. It’s not too hard to do.

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Tania Brown shared a beautiful post at our linkup last week about a childhood memory of her mother baking chocolate chip cookies (I have that memory too and it’s a good one!).

She also explains that our memories are a gift to us to navigate not only the past, but also our present and future.

I encourage you to read all of Tania’s post on memory here at Strength with Dignity. Then add your new links below.

Memory—Your Secret Super-Power

Thanks for sharing, Tania! Here’s a button for your blog.

When have you been reluctant to ask for help? How did it turn out?

Share in the comments.


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A New Resource to Help Men Better Understand Women

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Does this happen to you, too? You’re reading along in a good book, and the author mentions another book that also sounds promising. So you read that book. It’s good, too, and it leads you to another book. On and on.

The opposite happened when I read this book, The Great Sex Rescue: The Lies You’ve Been Taught and How to Recover What God Intended, by Sheila Wray Gregoire with Rebecca Gregoire Lindenbach and Joanna Sawatsky.

This is a very good book about sex in Christian marriages. It mentions several books NOT to read, books that have gained great popularity in the Christian community, much to its demise, several of which I’ve read myself or have heard recommended, and I don’t want to read again. 

The author of The Great Sex Rescue did an extensive survey of Christian women to see which teachings in the popular books were helpful and which were harmful to relationships.

Harmful teachings included viewing sexual intimacy as primarily a physical release for husbands only. Wives in these books were taught they were to be sexually available only for their husbands’ pleasure, not also for their own pleasure (that’s just icing on the cake).

Gregoire says,

“In reading all of these bestselling Christian sex and marriage books, we found ourselves dumbfounded by how little is being asked of men.”

And if the wives didn’t totally cooperate when their husbands wanted them? Many of these books insinuate that the wives are guilty of running their men into the arms of other women or into pornography.

Why do these teachings become popular? One reason might be that:

“Sex has been taught primarily through a male lens, mostly by male authors and by male speakers at marriage conferences. Women’s experiences have been largely overlooked or ignored, while women are seen as tools to help men get what they want. That’s not Christian. That’s not of Jesus.”

But not all the books and teachings they researched were harmful. On the contrary, helpful teachings they found in Christian literature included framing intimate relationships as mutual and equally beneficial to both partners, both for physical pleasure and for emotional connectivity.

The positive books included this message:

“Sex is about both of you. Both of you should give and receive; both of you should feel loved and cherished.”

The bottom line of The Great Sex Rescue is that the best relationships involve mutuality in the bedroom, contrary to what Christian women are often taught in many of our most popular marriage books.

Gregoire speaks plainly and boldly in her message to the Christian community.

“What we’re saying in this book is that women do understand men. We know men need sex. Yelling louder about that won’t help. What we need now is for men to understand women. If men understood women’s need for intimacy and women’s need to experience pleasure, and if churches started talking about mutuality, we would awaken women’s libido and sexual response.”

The author invites the church to keep asking questions. To keep listening. To keep refining and creating more healthy resources for marital satisfaction for both partners.

If you want to see the books Gregoire does and doesn’t recommend without first reading The Great Sex Rescue (although I highly recommend you read it!), you can get an email copy of her scorecard by subscribing to her newsletter. The books she reviews (some good, some bad) include: Love & Respect; For Women Only; His Needs, Her Needs; Sacred Marriage; and more.


My thanks to NetGalley and Baker Books
for the review copy of this book


How Does It Feel to Be Alone?

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It’s So Empty

Where are the people?

The waiting room is totally empty and it’s already 8:30 a.m. It’s only me and signs that say, “PLEASE DO NOT SIT HERE” on every two out of three chairs.

I choose the seat closest to the electrical outlet to keep my phone charged. I don’t want to run out of juice.

I’m expecting a very important call. It will come from the other side of the heavy door that separates this Labor and Delivery waiting room from the actual Labor and Delivery birthing room.

My baby girl is in there. Jenna is having her first baby. My first grandson.

But I’m out here alone.

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In the Old Days . . . 

It’s not supposed to be this way. Our big family has a tradition of piling into waiting rooms whenever a new baby is on the way.

We take up every available seat, crowding the chairs together to keep the party going as we await news of the pending birth. We have snacks. We laugh. We visit. Way back in the day, we sometimes even gathered in the hospital hallway with our ears to the delivery room door, waiting to hear the first cry of a niece or nephew.

But there’s no big party today.

This is birth in the pandemic age.

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The Designated Visitor

The clock ticks on. It’s now 11 a.m.

Only one lucky visitor will be allowed to see the baby after he arrives. As the mother’s mother, Jenna picked me to be the “designated visitor.” The previous night I’d reported in with the hospital doorman. He wrote my name on the list and gave me a name tag.

This morning they tell me that my husband Jeff can join me at least in the waiting room.

I’m waiting for him now.

He’s caught in heavy traffic and torrential rains somewhere between Birmingham and here. We hadn’t expected baby Henry to come three weeks early. We thought we had plenty of time. But the clock is ticking quickly now. 

I look at my phone again. I want it to ring.

But I want the first ring to be from Jeff, saying he’s in the parking lot, not from Trey saying his son Henry has just been born.

I want Jeff to be with me when we get the good news. It doesn’t feel right to hear it alone.

Who Will Call First?

Someone opens the Labor & Delivery door from the inside. I turn. It’s 11:45 a.m.

It’s a hospital worker, but she has no news for me.

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She asks if I’m waiting for a birth. She asks how it feels to be a grandmother. She says she is excited for me.

Her name is Annie. She’s 40ish, looks me in the eye when she talks, and has a Canadian accent. It’s been several months since I’ve had a long conversation with a stranger, even through our masks. It feels oddly normal in this abnormal time. 

Annie leaves.

I return to my solitary waiting. It’s 12:43 p.m. Will Jeff make it on time?

My phone buzzes. I look at the screen.

It’s not Jeff.

It’s Trey. It’s a picture of my new grandson. He’s beautiful. Henry is here!

I cry. I’m happy!

But I’m also sad. Jeff didn’t make it in time. We miss this first moment together.

Behind the Next Door

The hospital sound system is playing its 30-second lullaby chime, a signal to everyone in the hospital that a new life has just entered our world.

I feel even more alone.

Until I hear footsteps. I look up.

It’s Annie. She’d heard the chimes, too, and knew they were mine. She congratulates me. I show her my new phone photo of our glorious baby Henry. She hands me tissues. She stays. 

Silly me. I was never all alone. There is always a Designated Visitor behind the next door, even if it’s not who I expect. Thank you, God.

And thank you, Annie. I’ll always remember you, my new special friend who celebrated with me on the day Henry was born.

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When have you felt alone during the pandemic? When have you felt community?

Share your thoughts in the comments.

The rest of the story . . . Jeff rushed into the waiting room at 1:06 p.m. and together we rejoiced that our new grandson Henry was here and healthy and that Jenna was fine. Jeff didn’t get to go back to see Henry when I did at 2:23 p.m., but he did go to Chick-fil-A and bought us all chicken sandwiches, for which we were extremely grateful. (He got to meet Henry two days later when Jenna and Trey made it home.)

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He’s Here! My Gift of Awe This Week
—Grace & Truth Linkup

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A beautiful package of grace arrived in our family this week.

Our new little grandson showed up around 3 weeks early, but he’s perfect in every way. So the fun has begun.

Jenna and Trey are already proving to be phenomenal parents. 

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Do you ever take an “awe walk”? It’s what Suzette talks about in our featured post for this week.

Suzette explains the benefits of taking a stroll to intentionally shift your attention to the outside and away from the inside, to allow God to make your moments meaningful, to “savor the ordinary things that produce extraordinary experiences.”

Read all of Suzette’s post here at her blog, myconcretedove, then link up your own blog posts below.

Learning to Savor and Save Special Moments as God’s Gifts


It’s easy for me to feel awe this week as I look into the face of my new grandson. Which of God’s gifts has brought you awe this week? Share your thoughts in the comments.

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6 Tips to Make Life Easier
—Book Review of "Effortless"

Sometimes we make things harder than they need to be. But with the right steps, we can learn to make life easier instead.

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An Effortless Recommendation

I’m sitting in the recliner at home, scrolling through Twitter as the day winds down, somewhere between supper and bedtime.

I see a tweet from Daniel Pink. It shows his latest list of book recommendations. I always read his tweets, just like I always read his books and his emails.

I immediately read his list. These are books I’ll hunt down at my library and on NetGalley and add to my Evernote “To Read” folder.

Why? Because I trust Daniel Pink. He’s earned it through numerous positive connections between the books he recommends and the books I like.

Daniel Pink makes my life easier. He makes it effortless to know which new books to add to my to-read list.

Trying Too Hard?

Making life effortless is what Greg McKeown writes about in his newest release, Effortless: Make It Easier to Do What Matters Most. (McKeown is also the author of the best-selling book Essentialiam: The Disciplined Pursuit of Less. Read more about it here: You can’t do it all—choose less.)

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In Effortless, McKeown focuses on making it easy to do what matters. He says we sometimes fail because we’re trying too hard. Instead, maybe we should “make the most essential activities the easiest ones.”

The book doesn’t give a one-size-fits-all answer, because what matters to you, to me, and to McKeown might be three different things. But the approach we use to arrive at that answer can be similar.

6 Tips to Make Life Easier

Here are 6 pieces of advice from McKeown to make life easier, among many in his book.

1. Make it a pair.

Reduce the lag time between the action and satisfaction by pairing an essential activity with a reward (such as, listening to a podcast only when you’re walking on the treadmill).

2. Create habit recipes.

“After [X] I will [Y].” For example, after I complain I will say something I am thankful for.

3. Create a “Done for the Day” list.

Only include on this list what constitutes meaningful and essential progress. Don’t make it a completion list, just a done-for-the day list.

4. Take the first obvious action.

Break projects down into their simplest parts. Too often we think of the first series of steps as the first step. Instead, find the true first step and start there.

5. Embrace the rubbish.

Don’t try to get everything exactly right the first time.

6. Grow a knowledge tree.

To repeat the residual results of knowledge, leverage what others know.

The Question to Ask

Tip #6 is what I do when I listen to Daniel Pink’s advice on what to read next. I leverage what he knows to effortlessly grow my own knowledge tree.

The book Effortless is full of more practical tips like these six. None are extreme or difficult, but are all designed to help us go the distance by choosing a lighter path.

McKeown ends the book with this takeaway:

“Life doesn’t have to be as hard and complicated as we make it. Ask yourself, “How am I making things harder than they need to be?” When you have your answer, you will know what to do next. It is as simple, it is as easy, as that.”


What are you making harder than it needs to be? Which of these 6 tips do you need the most? Share your thoughts in the comments.

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My thanks to NetGalley and Crown
Publishing for the review copy of this book


Can We Hug Again? How Do You Hug God?

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For the Huggers

Are you a hugger?

Back before COVID-19, we hugged around here. We hugged hello. We hugged good-bye.

We knew to start leaving five minutes early to allow for the rounds of hugging everybody in the room.

I’m ready to hug people again.

And we’re getting close. Among my friends and family who are now fully vaccinated (I am now!), we’re resuming our hugs.

But I want to hug God like that, too. And have him hug me back.

But I can’t.

It Feels Unfair

Before my dad got sick, each time I’d say good-bye he would get out of his chair, give me a hug, and kiss me on the cheek.

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But that changed.

Once cancer took over, even standing up became too laborious for him. So I’d go to him and lean over his recliner. He’d give me a hug as best he could. I’d hug him back and kiss his forehead.

“I love you, Daddy.”

He’d always say back, “I love you, too, Sweetheart.”

Not so with Father God.

Sometimes I resent that I can’t touch him with my hands. I can’t hear him with my ears. I can’t see him with my eyes.

Sometimes I even dare to pout, “Unfair.”

  • I want to feel Jesus’s cheek with the back of my fingers.
  • I want to crumple to my knees and my tears bathe his feet.
  • I want to grab his hand during the scary scenes of life.

But I can’t.

What was he thinking, leaving us here without his physical presence?

Yet, There Is This . . .

Thirty-three years doesn’t seem long enough. I wasn’t around when Jesus walked the earth.

Back then, Jesus touched with his hands.

  • He hugged little children.
  • He handled the sick.
  • He touched blind eyes, put fingers in deaf ears, even handled mute tongues.

But he hasn’t touched my hands. Not literally. Not now, anyway.

Yet, there is this:

I live in the unshakable Kingdom in a way that those in Jesus’ time did not (Hebrews 12:28).

What I have goes even deeper than touch. Higher than sound. Wider than vision (Ephesians 3:18-19).

  • I live in the spiritual presence of the living God (Hebrews 12:22-24).
  • I am covered with the spiritual blood of the spotless Lamb.
  • I am filled with the Holiest of Spirit there ever could be.

Do I still want to give God a hug? Yes.

Divine in the Human

But until I can, I’ll do this instead:

  • I’ll hug him with my songs.
  • I’ll hug him with prayers.
  • I’ll hug him with praise.

And as the pandemic winds down, I’ll hug other people every time it’s safe. People I know. People I love. People who love me.

People made in his image.

We’re not out of the woods yet with covid. We still need to be cautious that our hugs won’t harm others. We need to ask permission.

But for now, hugging those we can is comforting again.

Our physical touch releases God’s divine touch.

And for now, that is enough.

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Have you missed hugging other people? How have you felt God’s hugs? Let’s talk in the comments.

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