Jackson Five Friday: Flower People

Hey Friends,

This is the walkway to our front driveway. It’s pretty absurd the number of pictures I’ve taken of this tree, and yet I can’t seem to quit. The picture above is from this morning and looks different than all the others because the dapples of light are so vivid on the fallen petals. The lawn guy had just arrived and was surely about to blow the petals away. I couldn’t resist taking just one more.

The glory of this tree feels so short-lived. It is short-lived. But the Bible says, “All people are like grass, and all their glory is like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of the Lord endures forever.” 1 Peter‬ ‭1:24-25‬ ‭NIV‬‬

How many lessons can be drawn just from that little verse? Just from a pile of fallen flowers? Many.

For one thing, our days are withering away. Time management is a struggle that returns with a vengeance if I let my guard down. I can never pray too often with the Psalmist, “Teach me to number my days aright that I may gain a heart of wisdom.” (90:12).

Second, since life is short there’s no time for bitterness. Jesus was clear that we need to forgive others again and again. It’s particularly hard when people you love are treated unfairly, but we don’t have to be the ones wronged to be the ones called to extend grace. Over and over and over again.

Third, the passage reminds us that the Word of God endures forever. My daily life does not reflect this truth. If it did, I’d be spending a lot more time marinating in Scripture. Maybe I’d even be satisfied with fewer pictures of my lovely tree.

Hope you have a fabulous weekend appreciating God’s glory displayed in the flowers and trees around you. And may they too remind you of eternal truths.



Jackson Five Friday: PSA

Hey Friends,

I have a public service announcement for you, well actually a couple. First, if you are a woman and have felt sluggish, get your dang blood drawn. I am the world’s worst about going to the doctor. I’d rather go to the dentist every day of the year than see a doctor, and I don’t like the dentist either. But a combination of my husband insisting that screening is good, and continued weird stuff with my vision, and feeling awful whenever I work out, I finally had blood drawn. There were three iron levels that were measured, two were slightly low, and the third was very low. Take iron they said. I was filled with dread, sure that it would make me nauseous. So I waited a few days. Stupid girl! Taking the iron has me feeling roughly six million times better. Suddenly I feel like working out isn’t a near death experience. I joined OrangeTheory in January and I’ve literally texted Will upon completion of every class with two words: “I lived.” It truly felt like a necessary, even unlikely declaration. A couple doses of iron and I have felt nothing like that. Good Lord, why did I wait?

My second PSA is once again championing the benefit of the quick trip. I don’t know how many times in my life I’ve had a friend or acquaintance say, “You are going all that way for two days?” Or I’ve shared my intended itinerary and heard in response, “Ugh, that sounds brutal!” So it’s definitely not for everyone. But I traveled like a crazed fiend when I had just Baby Dub. When Dub was nine months old, my brother, Craig, was killed in a plane crash. You can imagine how grateful I was that I’d spent tons of time with Craig in Florida at the expense of a good routine for Dub. When I had two babies I flew to Europe by myself — my husband was there for two months with the Army. With three boys, our adventures have spanned coast to coast, but their new passports arrived yesterday and I love thinking about how we might use them.

Even solo trips can be a huge blessing. This week I had a business reason to be in Florida. The business itself required my physical presence but took almost no time at all. So I parked myself at the beach with a book and soaked up the salty air, contemplating life, praying for friends and realizing that there should be nothing guilty about this pleasure. So don’t underestimate the restoration of even the shortest trip, even a single day on a beautiful beach can work wonders.

A final public service announcement is this: please tease your kids. Yesterday, as I relaxed on the beach, I listened to a podcast on parenting, which was mostly great. But the speaker did caution against teasing in your home. As the youngest of four children I should be awarded an honorary Ph.D. on teasing. I know how it may fail to “invite dialogue and safety” as the podcast cautioned, but I also know that learning to laugh at yourself is a profoundly wonderful thing. My husband and I tease each other a LOT. I wouldn’t have wanted to marry someone who would never make fun of me. And I certainly would never be attracted in the least if he wasn’t willing to laugh at himself. Undeniably humor can be mean and destructive, but besides praying together or learning how a person came to know Jesus, laughing together has to be the stickiest relational glue on the planet. Is it really good advice to say your home should be free of teasing? I think that’s nuts and I will continue to tease away, pal.

So do what you want with these PSAs, but the truth of Scripture is that there’s a time for everything. I don’t think you can argue with the wisdom of Solomon.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,

‭‭Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:1-2, NIV‬‬

I’ll add that there’s a time for blood draws, a time for quick trips, and a time for teasing. But, friend, I hope you know that it’s always time to bask in the truth that God loves you no matter what.

With Love,


Jackson Five Friday: The Devil is in the Ideals

Hey Friends,

I don’t know where the phrase “the devil is in the details” came from but as distracting as details can be, the real devil is in the ideals. The persistent perception that others have attained or are living out an ideal is not only wrongheaded, it’s a joy-robbing scheme of Satan. No one has it together. I certainly don’t, and despite moving around and making wonderful friends in various places, I’ve never met a single person who has it all together. Not one. The few who project having figured it all out bear the exhausting burden of trying to keep up appearances.

Yet I often get the impression that many believe in a perfect wife, husband, child, house, marriage, or even life. As if perfection exists, here, on this earth!?! And it’s not like this misconception is just a benign delusion, just a laughable little lie. No, in reality it’s terribly destructive because if people believe perfection exists, they want it. Perfection becomes the expectation, and that’s a foolproof recipe for a miserable life.

Where are you looking for perfection? Where are your expectations most divergent from reality? There is nothing to be gained from holding ourselves or those around us to an unattainable standard.

I think the real issue is one of pride. Maybe we don’t want to grow old or admit we are flawed. Maybe we derive identity through keeping an immaculate home, or staying in great physical shape. Maybe our worth is wrapped up in a career or in being the superstar parent. Or maybe we extend grace to ourselves but burden the people around us with expectations. But freedom is knowing that we can’t earn God’s love, nor can we lose it. And our calling is to love the people in our lives just like God loves us.

If you know Jesus as Lord and Savior then your identity should be wrapped up in being a child of the One True King. As His child, you have His Spirit. And so do I. May our lives and how we love be evidence of this truth.

By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another. John 13:35

With Love,


Jackson Five Friday: Blah Remedies

Hey Friends,

Hope you’ve had a great week. I’ve been feeling a little aimless. I had that weird week in Orlando for Dub’s swim meet and close on its heels–just three and a half days later–Dub and Nate kicked off Spring Break. Then Sam’s break only overlapped theirs for Good Friday and Easter Monday. So I’ve been mostly home for weeks, with a couple quick trips to Atlanta, and it’s felt like an absurdly unproductive stretch. I don’t do well with unscheduled life, especially if the weather is uninspiring. In the absence of adventure, sunshine and routine are my good friends.

Of course, there are remedies for blah days, but it can take resolve to put them to work. Exercise helps. Counting blessings helps. Preparing a yummy meal helps. Cleaning the kitchen until it’s spotless, then lighting a candle helps. Even making your bed can be the first step in the right direction. But reminding myself of God’s promises helps the most, and the Psalms are like a poetic anthology of promises. You can hardly help but be encouraged.

Today I read this one:

Out of the depths I cry to you, O Lord! O Lord, hear my voice! Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my pleas for mercy! If you, O Lord, should mark iniquities, O Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness, that you may be feared. I wait for the Lord, my soul waits, and in his word I hope; my soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning. O Israel, hope in the Lord! For with the Lord there is steadfast love, and with him is plentiful redemption. And he will redeem Israel from all his iniquities.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭130:1-8‬ ‭ESV‬‬

Every word speaks to me, but what an incredible illustration of waiting on the Lord — to be more anticipatory than a watchman for the morning. Yes! May my soul always thirst for God like that!

With Love,