Rest

Sundays are crazy. Like, having a blender with no lid kind of crazy. At our house we have the “joy” of getting two toddlers fed, cleaned, dressed and ready in an hour. Less if we are lucky enough for them to sleep while we get ready. Most weeks we are also overseeing 6 other children getting up, fed, dressed and ready during this chaos. About ten minutes prior to leaving the house I usually start getting dressed and trying to make some sense of my hair.

This past Sunday was no different than the rest. Equally crazy, caffeinated and rushed. During church my sweet friend’s baby was fussy and tired. She brought him into the service with us and my husband and I quickly fought over who got to hold him (because he is the sweetest little thing). I held him during the music portion of worship and while I swayed him back and forth he laid his little head on my shoulder and got incredibly still.

Two things happened in that moment. First, I wondered about why it is so incredibly sweet to hold a baby and rock him to sleep. Second, I thought about how much trust these little ones must have in us to be able to fall asleep while we hold them.

Both of these realizations brought me to a place of worship within that moment of worship itself.

This is a picture, I believe, of what God offers us.

He says to us, “come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest” (Matthew 11:28).

I don’t know any person who doesn’t feel weary and burdened at times. Or all of the time. This verse is for us! He is offering us an invitation to rest in Him.

There are so many more Scriptures with this same sentiment. He gives us green pastures to lay in, despite the fact that we feel the scorching sun and lack of rain at times.

… and when we don’t take Him up on the offer of rest, we have this reminder from David, “Return to your rest, my soul, for the Lord has been good to you” (Psalm 116:7). We sometimes have to tell our own souls to be at rest. We have every reason to be confident in the fact that God is good and He takes good care of those He loves.

“God gives rest to His loved ones” (Psalm 127:2B NLT).

We can trust Him enough to find rest in His arms. Just like this sweet little one found rest in mine on Sunday. We can relax our bodies, our striving, our worry and our minds and just rest in Him and in His presence.

Imagine the joy is brings Him when we do. It is the sweetest thing. 

We went on a hike.

We went on a hike.

Now, you may be thinking “oh, that sounds so nice”… but that is simply not the case. Kyle and decided to go on a hike together to Tallulah Gorge. This has always been on my list of things I would like to do, so I was very excited. However, I had no idea what was in store for me.

First, they give out 100 permits to hike the floor of the gorge every day. This should have been a clear indication to me of what was to come. It was not until after the hike was over that I read the sign in the lobby, which listed the floor of the gorge as an “extremely strenuous” hike.

To begin, we walk around and look at some of the views from the overlooks. These will take your breath away. We are simply in awe of God and nature. Then you walk down a few steps, and by a few I mean something like seven thousand three hundred and eighty-six. You think that walking DOWN steps is easy… but, you are wrong. My knees are broken.

At this point we come to a beautiful platform overlooking a crashing river with a waterfall just behind us. This is where we see the sign “permit required to cross”. That’s us. The permitted ones. How lucky.

As we open the gate to cross the raging river we see a young girl crying on a rock. We ask her what is wrong and she explains to us that she has dropped her phone and it is lodged between a rock and… a snake. I am asking for a description of pattern and wondering how we can cross the river without actually using these rocks when Kyle steps up to the rescue. Now, my husband is wonderful. He is funny, smart, determined and absolutely loves to help people. He will be the first to serve others in their time of need. However, up until this day I had never seen him as much of an outdoors-man. He will occasionally hike, bike, walk, or on a good day – run with me. However, this is simply because he knows that I have a love and need in my heart for it. THIS DAY, he was Mr. Trail Guide. That girl must have thought God had sent her an angel. He grabbed a stick, moved the snake and picked up her phone like he was Crocodile Dundee. So, we are starting out well.

We then attempt to cross the river. You should know that we are crossing on what looks like boulders, twice my size and sometimes several feet apart. I am wondering if maybe we took a wrong turn on the stairs, but here we go…

We get across approximately three rocks and I start praying, “God send me an angel!” At this point a nice young man, who described himself later as a TRAIL GUIDE! Goes ahead of us and tells us where to place our feet in the water so we don’t… you know, fall and die.

We get across and our trail guide is in the far distance with nothing but one footprint showing us the way that he went. At this point I feel like we have definitely gone wrong. Not only are there no paths, signs, or worn walkways – there are rocks. HUGE ROCKS. Everywhere. The only way to get anywhere is to climb.

Now would be a good time to tell you that I am not much of a climber. I once went to a rock climbing facility with high hopes of enjoying the views from a much more elevated state in the future. HOWEVER, about three step holes up I felt like I was going to faint and I decided that it wasn’t for me.

Kyle is gone. Up and over like he was born for this. I begin to feel a little weepy and get going.

I am not afraid of heights.

Or, let me put it this way… I have never really had a fear of heights before Tuesday morning. NOW... I think it is safe to say that I am afraid of heights.

We have climbed down the gorge, and down and down. Over rocks, using trees to pull ourselves up, over more rocks and then.

I would like to pause here to gather the thoughts that surrounded my COMPLETELY PETRIFIED disposition as we pull ourselves over a rock to see the scariest rock face known to man (or at least THIS wo-man). I would liken the angle to… the pits of hell. That is what it was like. Seriously, my shoes are SO slippery from the water and this rock points straight to the river, which runs to a WATERFALL four feet away. My entire body is shaking.

About that time three college-aged girls come racing through as if they were headed to a party. THEY WERE SMILING.

But did I also mention that they were barefoot?

Just as soon as they appeared, they were off. Kyle seems to have no trepidation whatsoever, although I recall him telling me a few times before that he was afraid of heights. I am shaking and wondering how I can crawl across the rock on my knees and elbows when he lovingly tells me to suck it up.

I took my shoes off (what? College girls are smart). And I crossed. It was terrible.

We continue on our path and Kyle is taking pictures and enjoying the scenery and beauty of the moment. I am still shaking and wondering if I am going to die out there.

We get to the end of the hike, which cumulates to a GIANT rock with a waterfall running over it, aptly named “Slippery Rock” which you can slide down into a pool of water to swim.

Kyle wants to do it.

I think he is crazy.

Then he convinces me by saying that I would regret not going down after we had been through all we had been through to get there.

We slide down and the water is so cold I cannot breathe or think or swim... apparently. As I am grabbing Kyles arm and trying to pull him down stream with me. He pushes me towards the rock to CLIMB OUT. Of “SLIPPER ROCK”, might I add? Not fun.

The trail guide is there swimming with his gal. He looks at my distress and just as he starts to come towards me to lend a hand, I manage to make my way out. At this point Kyle slips and slides BACK into the water, only to climb out again.

There are leaches on me.

We rest, relax and dry out.

We now have two options.

Go back the way that we came (which was awful), or cross the slippery rock and go up the other side (70 degree angle for half of a mile). I decide that there is no way on earth that I will attempt anything more difficult than what we have just been through. Simply because, I know we got through the path once and I almost didn’t make it.

So we (I) decide we should go back the way that we came.

I am still barefoot because, turns out, those girls knew a thing or two about hiking the gorge floor, and I didn’t die.

We go back, cross the rocks, turn around a few times, climb, jump, pull ourselves over and then reach the rock face again. I cannot move other than the trembling that has taken over my entire body. I had no idea I would react this way to fear, but low and behold, there I was.

I’ve been praying this entire time, but at this point I begin to think about the Proverbs that speak of God keeping our feet on the right path.

In all of your ways acknowledge Him and He will make straight your paths (Prov 3:6).

Your Word is a light unto my path and a lamp unto my feet…

My favorite… “The Lord will be at your right side and will keep your foot from being caught” (Prov 3:26).

I am asking God to direct us and protect us. Kyle is slightly impatient with me as I tell him I just don’t feel ready to cross yet.

He turns around, holds my hand and walks with me.

These are the lessons from our day.

First, we got a great picture of the importance of having a husband as a leader and being a wife who trusts and follows.

Without Kyle I would still be sitting in the gorge crying.

Also, it reminded me of how danger is ON EVERY SIDE of the righteous path. If we considered the dangers of our thoughts and actions as we would if there were a waterfall underfoot, it might be more serious. The danger IS that serious. God desires for us to stay on the right path. He leads, directs and guides us in the ways that we should go. In love, He provides helpers to us. Even one foot that goes astray can land you in deep water.

In the end I crossed the rocks... all of them. Got to the river crossing and held on for dear life to the rock ledge right where the snake once laid. I didn’t care. I just wanted to be done.

I thanked God for bringing us out safely… and then climbed 7,386 steps back to the top.

So, that was our experience. The take away is this… I am glad we did it. I WONT EVER DO IT AGAIN. However, I am grateful God gave us these lessons while surrounded by beautiful scenery. 

And I am grateful for my rugged, outdoors-man of a husband who literally kept me alive out there!

PS. I could barely walk for two days afterward. 

Truth

God is the ultimate Being of beings, self-existent, eternal and unchangeable. He spans from before the beginning of time and after the end of all that is known. It is impossible for us to understand who God is, simply because His existence goes so far beyond what we can comprehend. Our comprehension was created by God, and we can understand so much about Him but still only know so little. Our understanding of who God is will completely change who we are. As one brilliant thinker put it, “what comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us” (Tozer).

God came to us in three complete parts. He is the Father. The Father of life, the Father of Jesus and the Father of us. He is the source and originator of everything that we know, as well as of all that we do not know. “God is love” (1 John 4:8). The outward expression of this love, that is His very being, is Jesus. Jesus is how God chose to enter into our lives on a personal level. He is both the Son of God as well as God Himself. God, through Jesus, displayed just how much He loves man through His sacrifice and self-sacrifice. The death and resurrection of Jesus is what allows there to be direct access between God and man (Ephesians 2:18). Jesus is how God chose for us to understand who He and the Spirit are. The Holy Spirit, the third person of God, might be the most difficult to understand. “As Jesus ascended into heaven, He promised to send the Holy Spirit—the Helper—so that we could be true and living witnesses for Christ” (Forgotten God). The Holy Spirit is the power of God living inside of us. The Spirit is our teacher and also our access to God’s Words over us (John 14:26). The Spirit of God is a gift to believers. The Spirit is our Helper in hard times as well as our Intercessor to God (Romans 8:26). Without the Holy Spirit in our lives we are simply people, created by God, with the influence of the past works of Jesus. The Spirit is what creates relationship between God and man. Relationship is not possible without communication. Communication is not possible without the Holy Spirit. A relationship with God is the only hope for mankind.  

Man is created by God with an overwhelming need to be reunited to God. “God created mankind in His own image” (Genesis 1:27). A likeness to God in mere personality… comes far short of answering the demands of the scriptures.

Men are creators. God sent man with the mission to be fruitful and multiply (Genesis 1:28). This God-given mission made man, through God, fellow creators of life. The purpose of man was for relationship with God. That relationship was broken when Adam and Eve first partook in sin. Without that relationship there was no purpose for man. There was no hope for restitution or reconciliation with God. Then Jesus stepped into the picture. Man was then given the opportunity to reunite with God. The purpose of man is now to bring other people into that unity with God. Believers have been called to “make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit” (Matthew 28:19). Man has been given the mission to pursue God in Christ-likeness in both actions and in relationship with God.

Sin is the cause of the separation of God and man. Sin includes a failure to do what is right. But sin also offends people; it is violence and lovelessness toward other people, and ultimately, rebellion against God. The problem with defining sin is that it originates in the heart, and cannot always be seen or even known by other men. We know from the Word that sin is in the heart of men. In fact, it even says “The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure. Who can understand it” (Jer 17:9)? In the beginning, God’s plan was for man to dwell in relationship with Him. However, man was not able to abide in this love relationship without allowing free will to bring death. Since the fall of Adam and Eve, sin is at the heart of all men. Every child of Adam enters a race marked by sin, condemnation, and death. God’s Word tells us that “When Adam sinned, sin entered the world. Adam's sin brought death, so death spread to everyone, for everyone sinned” (Romans 5:12 NLT). This message is not always easy to teach. People don’t find that messages about how bad they are make them feel very good. Nevertheless, “the message of human sinfulness is integral to the apostolic message… leaving out that message or ignoring it is not an option if we wish to be faithful to Scripture” (Robbins 269). Without the knowledge and understanding of sin man cannot understand the forgiveness of Christ. Therefore, the message of love is lost without the message of sin.

The knowledge of God, man and sin leads to a deep-seeded need for the knowledge of salvation. Salvation is hope. It is the only hope that mankind has. The word salvation is first used to describe the deliverance of God’s people, the Israelites, out of their captivity in Egypt. The most common Hebrew word used for this action can be defined as “to save, help in distress, rescue, deliver, set free” (Bakers). This Hebrew translation helps to define what salvation means for mankind. Jesus literally rescued us from our own path towards death and destruction. He set us free from our sin so that we could be reconciled to God. In the Old Testament we learn about how only the high priest had the ability to enter the Holy of Holies and be in the presence of God. Even this was done with washing and great ceremony. “But only the high priest entered the inner room, and that only once a year, and never without blood, which he offered for himself and for the sins the people had committed in ignorance” (Hebrews 9:7). At the very moment that Jesus breathed his last breath on the cross, the veil that separated the people of God from the Holy of Holies was ripped in two pieces, from top to bottom (Matthew 27:51). His death meant that man would no longer be separated from God. For man is one with God. His plan from the beginning remains intact. He made man for Himself, and we are still for Him. Salvation is the restoration He hopes of for us. “The total work of God by which He seeks to rescue man from the ruin, doom, and power of sin and bestows upon him the wealth of His grace encompassing eternal life, provision for abundant life now, and eternal glory” (Keathley III).

Scripture is God-breathed. As the Word tells us, “in the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God” (John 1:1). Scripture is the written representation of God Himself, and has been from the beginning. To love the Lord is to love His Word. The Word of God is a gift given to us as a guiding light to our path. Prior to the Bible, man only had verbal stories of what Jesus did. The scrolls of the Old Testament were often only read by those who grew up in religious faith. The Bible we know today gives each person the opportunity to read for himself what God did throughout the history of mankind. It is an account of the works of God throughout the days prior to Jesus, and prophecies of the coming Messiah. It is also our account of Jesus’ time here on Earth and the impact He began to make then. Finally, it is a documentation of His crucifixion and resurrection. The aftermath of His sacrifice also lead to letters that we have at our disposal to read for assurance, encouragement, instruction, structure, and discipline. The Word of God is living and active (Hebrews 4:12). It gives us what we need when we need it. It offers peace, comfort and the knowledge to the Way of salvation. It can be difficult to stress the importance of the Word of God. However, the practical application is a habit that will bring us into a place of peace and immense growth in life. It is imperative in a Christian walk that the Bible be studied, followed and respected. People sometimes find it difficult to put stock in anything other than what other people think about them. Francis Chan describes why the Bible is needed like this, “it is where we find truth. It is what God say about Himself. Everyone has an opinion about what is right and what is wrong… we all think differently… what scripture says, is the grass is going to wither and the flowers fade but the Word of our God will stand forever. At the end of the day we are not going to be judged by people we are going to be judged by God Himself ... when this is all over it is going to be about God’s word and His authority is the only authority” (Chan). This is the truth about the Scriptures.

God’s love for mankind is breathtaking. His plan for relationship and the reconciliation of that broken relationship is displayed to us in the person of Jesus, the work of Salvation, and the very Words of God. Sin separates man from God. However, the most important thing for each and every person to know is that love always wins. God created a Way to bridge the divide that Man made between himself and God. That Way is Jesus. The understanding of who God is and what He did for us is what leads people from death to life. 

An Invitation

I don't know how often God communicates with us through dreams, but I do believe that it still happens. It happened throughout the Bible and we have no reason to believe that God would not communicate with us in this way still today.

That being said, I don't often have dreams that I feel are from God. Last week I did. I have spent the last several days soaking up this dream, praying about it, talking about it, and living in response to what I believe is the most beautiful invitation any person could ever receive.

In this dream I walked into a dark room. The only thing I remember seeing in the room was a table. What made this table special was the person sitting at it. There were three chairs. Jesus sat in one of the chairs. He was clothed but covered in blood from the crucifixtion. Across from Him sat Mary Magdelene. Her long hair was wet with oil, used to wash the feet of Jesus. Her clothes were also covered in His blood, as a result of her embrace. It was an invitation for me to sit with them. Jesus was inviting me to the table. As I sat there with Him, I have never felt so loved. It was a love that brought me so much peace. I cannot even put words to the overwhelming feeling I had in that moment. It reminded me of the love I felt for our boys when I saw their faces for the first time. The only difference was that it was love TOWARDS me, not from me. It was perfect love. Perfect, peaceful, without condemnation, guilt or shame. No questions, no obligations, no pitty or judgment.
No expectations, no criticism. No pressure, anxiety or striving. Just perfect love.

We have all been given this same invitation. We are invited to the table. To love Jesus, to embrace Him, to adore Him. And what might be the most difficult of all, to receive His love and to live in response to it.

The GOD who created us all, came in the form of Jesus and invited us to adore Him. What a beautiful opportunity.

growing up

I am so proud of my sweet baby Maverick. He decided to do all of his growing up this week! Seriously, he's hit so many milestones this week. (I think he was trying to make it easy on me for recording things in his baby book).

His precious milestones have me thinking. Its funny how proud Kyle and I are of Maverick for doing the most simple things. He started clapping his hands on the day he turned eight months old. 5 days later he (finally) started crawling! That very same day he started making kissing faces, and took three steps while holding my hands. This morning he added a third word to his vocabulary ("this"... Which is his brothers favorite!).

Although these things are completely normal in the day to day of adults, they are huge for my tiny eight month old.

I'm proud of him. Immensly proud. He's brilliant and grown up to me in so many ways.

I think God sees us like this. He is equally or even more proud of us when we hit milestones.. When we finally let go of pain and anger, when we take those negative thoughts captive, when we walk away from gossip, when we pray through our frustration in the peace and joy that can only come from Christ.
We grow.. In little ways that aren't huge for a perfect God, but that are huge for imperfect people like us.
He's proud when we grow like I'm proud when mavy rolls over and pops up on his tiny hands and knees.

It might not mean much to anyone else but it matters a great deal to me that I could make my Father proud. Simply because He is holy and I am not.

I'm grateful for His father heart towards me.

God Never Intended for Families to be Broken

God never intended for families to be broken. But we still live in a world with a lot of broken families. I am familiar with this because I come from one. I am sure I don’t remember the struggles my mom/dad/step-dad had as I grew up with the intensity that they felt those struggles at the time, but I do know that it wasn’t easy. Now I am the stepparent and almost every day I tell myself “God never intended for families to be broken, and that is why this is so hard”. I repeat this so that maybe I will be a little easier on myself when, at the end of the day, I inevitably feel like I was a complete failure as a stepparent.

Today I am feeling like that because I read this incredible blog that a friend posted called 20 Things I Want My Daughters to Understand about Being a Woman. When I clicked on the link I fully expected to identify with all of the things and want to share the link myself because those would be the same things I wanted my stepdaughter to understand about being a woman. Instead I read the blog and thought, “how do I teach these incredibly important concepts to a child I barely get to know?” Parenting is hard work. It is the hardest and the most important work a person can do. It is made that much harder when you have limited amount of time to do it.

I could have shared the link and maybe everyone would read it and think that I was doing a great job investing time and wisdom into my step-daughter, but is that even right? The after math of reading this blog left me with a really uncomfortable feeling of not being enough as a step-mother.

Then I wondered if I was the only step-parent feeling this way. I thought about the hundreds of blogs that are likely out there dedicated to step-moms and step-dads who feel completely inadequate in the upbringing of their step-children… and then I thought – maybe someone can identify with what I am feeling and benefit from some of this truth.

As much as an encouragement to myself I want to share some of the things I feel like God is telling me through this situation.

1. The amount of time you spend with someone doesn’t matter as much as the amount of love you show them. Not the amount of love you have for them, but the amount of love you SHOW them. You might love your children immensely, but if you don’t show them they simply won’t know it. My step-daughter is a special case, because she has Williams Syndrome and emotions mean even more to her than they might to others. With that being said, this is a truth that I believe is true regardless of the child. The most important thing that I can do as a step-parent is to love well. No matter how much time we have together, and no matter how difficult it sometimes can be – the one thing she will remember is how I made her feel. If she walks away feeling anything but loved then I have not done my job as a stepparent.

“WE LOVE BECAUSE HE FIRST LOVED US” 1 John 4:19

We have a great example of the kind of love we are to give.

2. The amount of time you spend with someone doesn’t matter as much as the amount of time you spend praying for them. This is true for all of the people we love. 1 Timothy 2:1 urges us “that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people” and if we truly believe in what the Word tells us about our Father and our prayers to Him then wouldn’t we pray? Wouldn’t we earnestly pray without ceasing? Truthfully, that is how you know how much you genuinely love someone – by looking at the amount of time you spend praying for them. One of the keys to this, I think, is that we not only pray for our children, but we pray for their parents. We are fortunate to be in a co-parenting situation with someone we can have open communication with and who we know loves well. Not everyone is. In fact, I would venture to say most people who are trying to make parenting/step parenting/co-parenting work are trying to make it work with someone who doesn’t make it easy. Nevertheless, if we love our children we pray for them and we pray for their caregivers. We pray for health, wisdom, goodness, financial blessings, and peace over their lives. First, because that is how God has taught us to love; and second, because those prayers directly impact our children’s lives as well.  

These might be simple truths to many, but for me they made an impact on who I am and who I will be in the future to my step-daughter. God never intended for families to be broken – and it is incredibly hard. But if I make it a point to show her I love her and I earnestly pray over her life and the life of her mom, then I know I am making a difference. I might not be able to make the same impact as a mom, but I know God has placed me in her life for a reason and I don’t want to waste that. I want to be a good steward of my position as her step-mom and teach her those 20 Things, but more importantly I want her to know she is loved and I want God to continue to watch over her life. If that is all I can do, it is enough. 

A Father's Heart

I woke up at 3:30 this morning and, because I am nine months pregnant, I knew that meant I would be awake for a while. For some reason, as I lay there thinking about how we could raise our little baby to be a mighty warrior, I began thinking of the story of Abraham and Isaac. Kyle and I had just read this story to Riley from the Jesus Story Book Bible a few days before. Even after the many times I have heard it, I still have a very unsettled feeling about this.

There is something overwhelming about Abraham’s faith and obedience when God calls him to sacrifice his own son. There is something unfamiliar and difficult to comprehend about the way Isaac loved and trusted his dad. We live in a broken world and many of us have broken relationships with parents. I suppose this impacts the way we process a story such as this one. Not just that we cannot understand that kind of trust from a son to a parent, but that we cannot really understand that kind of faith from a child to His God.

I know myself well enough to know that Abraham’s faith is something I may never truly comprehend. In fact, when we finished reading the story to Riley she seemed a little confused also. She asked Kyle why Abraham would kill his own son. Kyle’s response was simply, “because God asked him to”.

God has asked me to do a lot of things. I can honestly say that I have delayed obedience or been disobedient a lot in my life. He has never asked me to make a sacrifice like the one He asked Abraham to make. Likely because He knows my faith falls short of that of one who belongs in the Hall of Faith.

As we approach this season of being new parents to a baby boy, something has changed in my heart regarding the way the story of Abraham and Isaac impacts me. Even before I was a parent I knew that this ask from God was more than most people could ever bare.  This season of preparation to be a mother has been filled with a lot of worry that our baby would arrive safely and be healthy and well for years to come. It has brought me to a place where I have worried and wondered how I would react if something were to happen to our son. I pray for his protection several times a day and just ask that God would never bring me to a place where I would have to know the loss of a child. I suppose that is why this story had me up last night thinking.

I thought about the thoughts and feelings of Abraham as he watched his boy, the son he prayed so long for, carry the wood for the sacrifice. I thought about the doubt he may have felt as he bound his own child in preparation for the sacrifice. Yet I know that I cannot begin to truly understand what that must have been like.

Abraham loved God. He loved a God who is worthy of sacrifices like this one. He loved and trusted a God who is worthy of more than the greatest sacrifice we could ever give. Then I thought about that same God’s love for us. We, an unworthy people, are very well loved by a worthy God. And while we fail to give him the sacrificed He deserves, He did not fail to give us the ONE we didn’t deserve.

I think about the Father’s heart and how it must have stirred as He watched His own Son carry the wood for the sacrifice. I think about the Father’s heart and how it must have broken to experience the vast separation from His Son when He took on the punishment for us.

God provided a sacrifice for Abraham that day.  He spared Isaac.

God provided a sacrifice for us as well. He spared us all by not sparing His very own Son.

This song is a great picture of that love. As it says, “how deep the Father’s love for us - how vast beyond all measure”.

His love truly is immeasurable.