Monday, December 9, 2013
Warning to all grandma's!
This chilly December afternoon during rest time, my granddaughter selected a few books for us to read while we snuggled under the covers. There was a story about the animals in the stable on Christmas Eve. There was the tale of Marvin K. Mooney, quick and funny. And then, she pulled out Love You Forever.
Oh, I thought. I remember that one from when our girls were little. But as I read, it was apparent that I didn't remember it well enough.
I was ok through the first few pages, but then, as the child grew and the mama got older, my throat began to tighten and my voice became a little weaker each time on the chorus:
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living
my baby you'll be.
Four-year-old Maggie thought I was leaving off the last couple of lines for her to finish for me. By then, she wasn't looking at the book, but at me. Tears were dripping down my cheeks. "Are you ok, gramma?" she asked.
I just nodded.
And she gave me a hug.
So even to old age and gray hairs,
O God, do not forsake me,
until I proclaim Your might
to another generation,
Your power to all those to come.
Sunday, December 8, 2013
From all appearances, my granddaughter and I were building a log cabin out of pretzels and corn chex, while her little brother was taking a nap the other day. I don't get to spend time often with our grandchildren as they live two states away. And so, when the opportunity presents itself, I delight in every moment.
But what was really being built in that kitchen was my relationship with Maggie, not that I learned to love her more, but learning new ways to love her.
The "log" cabin will not last forever. And at her age, it is likely that Maggie will not even remember this fun afternoon. But I will never forget.
And I have come to know
God delights in us
Even these may forget,
yet I will not forget you.
I have graven you
on the palms of my hands...
Isaiah 49. 15-16
Saturday, December 7, 2013
It is six skinny little degrees outside this morning. How can one survive in such temperatures? In such a hostile climate, it is all in what you wear.
Dress in layers.
God directs us to do the same as we navigate through difficult situations, graceless environments and among those with whom we live. Because in real life, what I wear and Whose name I bear not only affects me but impacts everyone around me.
Layer by layer by layer, not for an impervious shield, not for protection from the elements, but equipped to live and relate His love to others wherever God strategically places His own. It is not for survival, but to thrive as He reveals your heart, even in a cold "climate." God's love radiates through you.
Put on then,
as God's chosen ones,
holy and beloved,
forbearing one another and,
if one has a complaint,
forgiving each other...
And above all these
put on love,
which binds everything together
in perfect harmony.
Friday, December 6, 2013
It has been three months since the onset of the tendonitis in my foot. It has been two full months since the marathon. I am still limping.
At first I assumed that after a couple weeks of rest, I would be good to go. I rested, I iced, and I wore sturdy tie shoes. No change. After a month, I went to the doctor. He told me to immobilize it with a boot. I clomped around for two weeks. No change.
And now, physical therapy has been prescribed. And my therapist defied all previous advice. Rest has only caused the tendons and ligaments to tighten up even more. Move, move, move, she said.
One of her prescriptions is walking on the treadmill. The treadmill was stored and ignored in a corner of the basement. It has been months since it was even turned on.
As per her advice, walking on the treadmill warms up my muscles and strengthens my legs and foot for the day ahead. Its effects go before me long after I finish and move on into my day.
But there was another strengthening for my day, impacting my vision, my mindset, and my heart beat. For above the buttons, a row of verses stood in line, ready to sink into my mind and heart and prepare me for the day. I had been memorizing those scripture verses one by one. The little cards were marked:
His Word strengthens me, enlarges my vision, tenderizes my heart, and fills me with His peace that passes understanding.
It is the best way to start my day.
It is the best way to live His day for me.
It is the best way to live.
His Word changes me.
His Word works in my heart.
His Word invades and impacts
everything around me.
Its effects go before me long after
I finish reading and memorizing
and move on into my day.
The Bible is not just words on the page,
but the very words of God.
The physical therapist told me that
walking on the treadmill will strengthen me
and heal my wounded foot.
But walking in His Word strengthens me even more
and heals all my broken places.
according to Your Word.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Praying for God's mighty work in the life of a dear friend,
"O God that You would intervene supernaturally
in her desperate situation."
I stopped mid-sentence,
realizing that supernaturally is the only way God works.
That's what He does.
And so my prayer changed from
"O God that You would...,"
into a prayer that began with
"Thank You, God, that You are working."
Do we believe,
really believe what God can do?
Do we go about our days without His intervention
as even a consideration
like a house closed up and locked?
Or do we leave the back door key under the mat
for the mere possibility
that God might sneak in
like an embarrassed schoolchild
with a third-grade project?
Is the front door unlocked
Or is it wide open
to indicate someone is home?
Or am I standing on the front porch,
waiting with eyes scanning the horizon,
listening for a rustle of leaves
or Your still small voice,
living room ready, my heart prepared,
not to entertain Your Presence
but abide in You?
You intervene supernaturally in all things.
Am I ready for it?
Am I even asking You?
Now to Him
who by the power at work within us
is able to do
far more abundantly
than all we ask or think...