Monday, December 30, 2013
Just two years after the end of the Civil War in America, a little dark-haired, brown-eyed baby girl was born. When she was a child, she prayed, she BEGGED God Almighty to give her blue eyes just like her little brother. It appeared that God was silent, able but not willing to change her eyes from brown to blue. In the meantime, God answered her prayer in a different way by changing her heart. When she was twenty years old, God placed on her heart the calling to go as a missionary to China. She put aside her blue-eyed prayers, and God led brown-eyed Amy Carmichael to India instead.
She served in India for the next 55 years, opening an orphanage and establishing a mission there, rescuing young girls from forced temple prostitution. And in the process, God showed her the answer to her childhood prayer. Dressed in native Indian dress, Amy was able to move freely among the people there, rescuing these enslaved girls, because she had brown eyes. God's plans were revealed. Her brown eyes were a gift after all.
And what is this gift that God has given me?
That which doesn't look like a gift at all,
this seemingly irrelevant ability?
I have no idea what this is,
and why it has been given to me.
But what God reveals over time
are His divine purposes,
a multi-tool ready to solve problems,
a blessing in the process,
a glue that binds unrelated things together,
and perhaps this gift is not something for me at all
but used in the lives of others,
all for the glory of His name.
Part of the gift is trusting Him in it.
His glory comes in all shapes and sizes
whether I understand it or not.
Now we have received not the spirit of the world,
but the Spirit which is from God,
that we might understand
the gifts bestowed on us by God.
1 Corinthians 2.12
Let us not seek the "why"
or even seek the gift itself,
but seek Him in it
and learn well how to use it
that God would fulfill His purposes.
I will never fully know the extent of His gift
until the other side.
And I am sure that
He who began a good work in you
will bring it to completion
in the day of Jesus Christ.
Sunday, December 29, 2013
It happened twice this week. I was exchanging some slippers for the right size when a man's voice rose above the background noise of ordinary transactions. The young man who was working at the service counter had cheerfully commented to the customer next to me, "Oh, I see that you are exchanging shoes for different shoes and hats for different hats." The customer snarled back at him, "Isn't that obvious?" His words reverberated through the air like they were blasted from a huge speaker, loud and harsh. A brief silent moment followed those echoing words, accompanied by a shocked expression on the young man's face, as if he had just been punched. And then he graciously continued the transaction.
A few minutes later the young woman who was helping me remarked, "It has been like that here for two days." Merry Christmas, everyone, just give me the receipt so I can get what I really want and make that snappy..
When did gifts cease to be gifts? That which is given in love, that which is graciously received.
And then again yesterday, I was purchasing a pair of corduroy pants on the clearance rack. "You all must have been so busy these past few days," I commented to the woman who served me at the cash register.
"I have been working in retail for thirteen years," she said. "I've never seen it as bad as this." She was literally surrounded by mounds and mounds of clothing on the counter, returns, returns, returns. "And even before Christmas," she continued as she checked out my purchase, "people were so angry that we ran out of men's large and extra large. Don't they understand I have no control over that?" In the weeks before Christmas,the lines backed up through the store, and tempers mounted. That is not the kind of Advent God had in mind. In these weeks after Christmas, nothing much has changed. That is not the kind of "peace on earth, good will toward men" that God intends.
And since when do those who serve cease to become real people? They are not clerks, cashiers, or stockers, but men and women with names and hurting feet and feelings, people who are precious in His sight.
Jesus came to earth
not just to give us a holiday
but to show us what love means
by saving us not just from our sins
but from ourselves.
Be kind to one another,
forgiving one another,
as God in Christ forgave you.
With what shall I come before the LORD,
and bow myself before God on high?
...He has showed you, O man,
what is good;
and what does the LORD require of you
but to do justice,
and to love kindness,
and to walk humbly with your God?
Micah 6. 6,8
What does it look like to love kindness
in my work,
in my family life,
and in the checkout line?
Saturday, December 28, 2013
The tree appears awkward now, no longer adorning the room but taking up space. Christmas has come and gone for another year. This evergreen weeps needles from its dry and lifeless branches. In just a few days, we will take down the ornaments, most of which have a story behind them, decorations that our daughters made years ago and ornaments chosen to remember familiar things, a bear with a fishing pole, a bike racer, and a gilded stack of Papa's famous Saturday morning pancakes.
As in years past, I will carefully wrap up the decorations, place them in large Rubbermaid bins, and store them in the attic above the garage for another year.
The ornaments decorate the Christmas tree. But what hangs on my tree? What is evident in my life year round?
God calls us not to decorate our lives
with accomplishments and accolades,
performances and distractions,
but to bear fruit,
that which only He can do in us.
Do I bear love, joy, peace, patience,
kindness, goodness, faithfulness,
gentleness, and self control?
All of which have stories attached,
His purposes woven,
His glory revealed,
and the seeds of Life.
Fruit is the mark of His abiding grace,
not an ornament of our own doing
but that which pleases Him,
and lasts forever.
Abide in Me, and I in you.
As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself,
unless it abides in the vine,
neither can you,
unless you abide in Me.
I am the vine,
you are the branches.
Whoever abides in me and I in him,
he it is that bears much fruit,
for apart from Me
you can do nothing.
John 15. 4-5
Friday, December 27, 2013
An ordinary day, an ordinary guy doing ordinary everyday things. That is the basis for the new movie The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, based on a classic short story just a few pages long, written by James Thurber in 1939.
The compelling story is not the ordinariness of his life, but how the extraordinary emerges from it, bursts forth and changes the course not only of Walter's life, but all those around him. Walter "zones out" into daydreams that quite suddenly help him to see ordinary things -- even conflict -- with different eyes. He actually visualizes a different outcome.
And when we focus on God,
how different life can be.
God can transform
the most ordinary situation,
the most volatile relationships,
the mundane or the scary
into what is extraordinary,
into what only He can do.
How can I think differently about this situation,
Only by laying it before the LORD,
wrapped in His Word,
and marinated in prayer.
How can I pray differently?
What other words can I use?
What else can I do?
What Scriptures apply to this?
How can I trust Him more
even in this?
Not to get my way,
but follow fully His way..
This is the secret life that cannot remain secret ,
but manifests itself to all.
God makes all things new,
and it starts with me.
It impacts everything on my radar,
it empowers me to
see beyond even that
to what is not ordinary at all.
It is all significant in God's eyes.
Nothing for naught,
as my sweet grandmother would say.
So I am not just "dealing" with a tough job,
or "handling" a squabble,
or even walking into an ordinary day,
but God changes my myopic vision to know
How can I practice grace in this?
Walter Mitty zoned out of reality
to find the extraordinary,
but God breaks us out of our own imaginings
and opens our eyes
not just to possibilities,
but to what is really real.
It is not that He makes all things new,
but He makes us new.
And that changes everything.
Remember not the former things,
nor consider the things of old.
Behold, I am doing a new thing;
now it springs forth,
do you not perceive it?
I will make a way in the wilderness
and rivers in the desert.
Isaiah 43. 18-19
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
The most significant presents
are not boxed and wrapped with a gift receipt
under the Christmas tree,
but those that are lived out
--"gived" out as it were--
in the every days,
in unexpected moments,
in mostly inconvenient situations,
and not what I had in mind at all.
Opportunities show up on the front porch,
waiting in the check out line at Target,
the nudge to speak to someone,
to give them my place,
to give them my time.
The times of loose change in my pocket,
a cup of cold water,
a kindness in my words,
appear as insignificant small things
but look a lot like love,
precious and profound.
Every day is not a holiday,
but every day is a holy day
when love and grace are given.
Do not withhold good
from those to whom it is due,
when it is in your power to do it.
Monday, December 23, 2013
When I was a young mom, our daughters would often look to me to fix a difficult situation or circumstances gone awry. Sometimes I could help, but sometimes there was nothing I could do. And I would say, "There are some things I can control, and this isn't one of them." But we could pray.
Many times even now, I awake at night anxious about troubled waters, and I realize in reality there is nothing I can do, but pray. I am not in control, but He is.
There is nothing that God cannot redeem.
I just need to follow Him into it.
Show me, LORD,
what to do
Show me, LORD,
Your way in this
and the power of Your redeeming.
Not by might,
nor by power,
but by My Spirit,
says the LORD of hosts.
What are you, O great mountain?
you shall become a plain.
Zechariah 4. 6-7
There is no mountain too high
for God to handle.
Saturday, December 21, 2013
Yesterday, my to-do list was longer than the time allotted. As I moved from one task to another, I would think of yet something else that needed to be done.
When our girls were young, we had a family saying, "Delayed obedience is the same as disobedience."
The same principle applies to me even now. When God puts something on my radar, I have learned to take some kind of action right away. Go ahead and put that library book in the car, take the chicken out of the freezer, dial that number and make that appointment. Sometimes it just involves jotting a note to myself on a post-it note and sticking it to the back door. Last week while I was waiting for water to boil, I made two lists on my phone notepad, what errands I needed to run today and a list of items I needed to bring to a Christmas get-together. If I hadn't written down the Gouda cheese in the refrigerator drawer, well, we would be unable to make our family favorite "smoky Gouda grits." Just one ingredient would be missing. And that would be all that it took to keep it from happening.
Do something about it right away. Take some kind of action...or it will be forgotten forever, or added to my list of regrets, those items too late to do something about them.
I have learned as well that when God brings to my mind a person or a situation to stop, drop and pray right away. Not just think about that person, but take action and pray right away as I go about my day. God has placed them in my thoughts for a reason, not just to occupy a spot in my thoughts.
Sometimes it is even someone I have not heard from or seen in a while, like an old friend or a niece or nephew who lives in another location. Pray. Sometimes a close friend or one of our daughters. Pray. Sometimes a person I don't even know who has crossed my path. Pray now.
Do it right away. I have never regretted it.
Moreover as for me,
far be it from me
that I should sin against the LORD
by ceasing to pray for you.
1 Samuel 12.23
Friday, December 20, 2013
Every passenger must line up and pass through airport security before they enter the terminal. There are certain items that are allowable, and those that are not must be discarded. Everything is scanned, right down to every pair of shoes.
As we pack up to attend events with friends and family, think about passing through a grace detector before you enter their front door. Have I brought along any volatile items? Are my words laced with ammunition or with patience? Did I wrap my gifts to others in steadfast love? Have I prayed about this get-together? Have I already thought through my attitudes and words and actions? Not to finally win that perennial holiday argument, or be the hero, or prove anything at all? Am I prepared to be swift in my kindness?
What passes through the grace detector?
That which brings glory to God.
And the people around you may never remember
the gift that you gave,
but they will always remember
how you loved them.
Grace is engraved forever in their hearts.
Through Him we have
access to this grace
in which we stand,
and we rejoice in our hope
of sharing the glory of God.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Our oldest daughter was caught in the middle of grace today as she scurried about with last minute errands. She pulled up to the drive-through lane at Starbucks and placed her order for a hot drink. When she arrived at the window, the server handed her the steaming cup and said, "There is no charge. The person in front of you just paid for you."
When Beth asked if that happened often, the woman just smiled. And Beth paid for the person behind her, extending that unexpected grace to yet another.
It cost our daughter no more than she would have paid anyway, but she pulled out with a smile on her face. And knowing a little more about what grace looks like.
We are in the season when people look every which way to outdo each other in giving gifts. What if we changed our mindset and heart-set to outdo one another in giving grace?
May we be known by His grace
in the most unlikely places of all
as God did
in a stable long ago.
Love one another with brotherly affection.
Outdo one another in showing honor.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
A dense wintry-grey cloud cover colored the sky this morning, that which was heavy and dull like the old woolen army blanket that we keep in the back of the truck.
In the Bible, God used a cloud by day to guide His people through the wilderness. What did they do when the skies were as murky as these? Was there but a single cloud in the sky to designate their direction?
How is a gloomy sky supposed to navigate me through my day and the forks in the road ahead? Where do I go from here, surrounded by such a mystifying haze?
I contemplated these questions as I began my tasks for the day.
And when I looked up, streaks of impossible pink were painted all over the sky.
The sky reveals not where,
But God alone.
"I am with you."
God does not hand out highway maps
or print out His directions,
each turn in the road,
the rest areas,
the flat tires ahead.
He never intends for us to see
too far ahead,
so that the destination doesn't become our focus,
so that the road itself does not become too difficult,
nor dismay cause a detour.
How will I ever endure that?
How can I ever keep holding on?
Because He goes before us.
The journey itself is a strengthening.
And along the way,
trusting God transforms me into a different person
than who I am now.
He changes me.
His ways are not determined by the prevailing winds
or even by the visible light at the moment.
I don't have to pack fear in my lunch,
but lace up my shoes
and just take the next step,
whether the sky is brilliant
There is a reason for it.
And along the way,
everyday is written as another story of God's faithfulness,
not just when we get where we're going.
FEAR NOT should be written in capital letters
in my Bible.
"I am with you," He promises me.
What part of that do I not understand?
There is not a cloud with my name on it,
but an entire universe with His.
Dismay is looking all around me
and not to the One who holds me
in the palm of His hand.
Trust in the LORD with all your heart,
and do not rely on your own insight.
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
and He will make straight your paths.
Proverbs 3. 5-6
for I am with you,
be not dismayed,
for I am your God;
I will strengthen you,
I will help you,
I will uphold you
with My victorious right hand.
And the LORD went before them
by day in a pillar of cloud
to lead them along the way,
and by night in a pillar of fire
to give them light,
that they might travel by day and by night...
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
In basketball, there is an element of natural talent. There are the principles of good coaching. There is the necessity of teamwork. But it all comes down to practice.
What wins the game is the daily practice, be it basketball, or music, or a gracious heart.
As the halftime buzzer sounded last night, a young man from the opposing team lobbed the ball from the other side of the court. It slid right through the net. The crowd was astonished. How did he do that?
It wasn't pure luck.
My guess is that he has done it a thousand times in an empty gym after practice, in arenas when no one was around, at the local park where the hoops have no nets, and on his family's driveway after everybody else has gone home.
If you want to shoot three-pointers, you have to practice three-pointers. When an unexpected opportunity comes up in a game or life, what I have been working on is revealed.
What happens at practice doesn't stay at practice, but works itself out in life.
Kindness and grace are the half-court shots of life. In the heat of the moment and in the midst of crisis, knowing the right thing to do is great, but what really matters is how much I have practiced doing it in the every days.
Aim at love and grace. Pick up the ball and shoot again. That is why practice is called "practice." It is the repeated and regular exercise of an activity or skill so as to acquire proficiency in it. Give grace to that irate driver. Love that impossible kid. Be kind when it is not expected. Extend generosity to a stranger or that not-so-favorite uncle. Bear gentleness in the face of hostility. Seek out the good. Have a pocket full of mercy. Over and over and over again.
How should I have said that? What would have been kind?
What should I have done? What would grace look like in that situation?
Practicing those things changes the game entirely.
God's Word abides in us and works its way out in immeasurable ways.
Practice it....one shot after another.
Grace is not often noticed.
And more often, it is not recognized at all.
But it always
changes life in significant ways.
So also good works are conspicuous,
and even those that are not
cannot remain hidden.
1 Timothy 5.25
Monday, December 16, 2013
A good friend of mine recently moved from the frozen tundra of Chicago to a house on a hill overlooking the Cumberland Plateau, just outside of Nashville.
Early one morning last week, she glanced out from the front porch and was greeted by this glorious sunrise.
It matters not your worldview.
It matters not how you process what you experience
or even what filter you use.
There is something incredible
in a sight like this,
a "stop what you are doing and drink it in"
kind of awesome.
And how do you explain it?
I don't mean the measure of atmospheric particles,
the refraction of the sun's light,
the precise rotation of the earth,
and water droplets that make up the clouds.
But where does the awe come from?
Not an explanation,
but the exclamation that
and He has spoken.
For thus says the LORD,
who created the heavens
(He is God!),
who formed the earth and made it
(He established it;
He did not create it a chaos,
He formed it to be inhabited!):
"I am the LORD,
and there is no other.
I did not speak in secret,
in a land of darkenss;
I did not say to the offspring of Jacob,
'Seek Me in chaos.'
I the LORD speak the truth,
I declare what is right."
Sunday, December 15, 2013
Never mind that the angel arrived by plane, and that the wise men and a camel were lined up like they were going through airport security. Even Rudolph is overlooking the birth of a King.
Something special is going on here, that much is evident, even to our youngest grandson Adrian.
This is more than the birth of another baby.
This is Jesus.
Jesus did not just come to bring us Christmas,
as if we need another holiday.
He came to save the world.
that a new life proclaims
new life for all.
Yes, it does matter that Jesus came.
He changes everything
...far as the curse is found.
Emmanuel. God with us.
"We tend to focus our attention at Christmas
on the infancy of Christ.
The greater truth of the holiday
is His deity."*
For He has come.
For unto you is born this day
in the city of David
who is Christ the Lord.
*John F. MacArthur, Jr.,
God With Us: The Miracle of Christmas,
p. 16, 1989.
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Do I approach prayer
as a cry in the night,
a last resort in the midst of calamity,
a desperation only when I can do no more,
a compulsory repeating of words
that reach no higher than the ceiling,
or that which don't really matter at all?
Or do I see prayer as it really is,
a form of worship,
His listening ear
and my responsive heart,
the blessing of being together,
the deepening of relationship,
the sharing of life together,
the richness of conversation
with Almighty God,
that which changes the world
and transforms me?
...with golden bowls of incense
which are the prayers of the saints.
God does not just hear our prayers to Him,
He treasures them
as words from His beloved
that He keeps these cherished words
in golden bowls,
a sweet aroma that becomes even sweeter
and ever more adored.
Friday, December 13, 2013
Back in the 1870s, a farmer in DeKalb Illinois, developed a type of wire fence designed to manage his herds of cattle. It consisted of double strands of wire with a barb embedded in it to keep the cows from trampling the boundaries set for them. That is what it was designed to do, a protective shield, a holding back.
I used to have infrequent dreams when, in a time to flee, my ankles were bound with barbed wire and I could not run. That is not how it was designed to be used.
But it is only I
who binds my ankles
with every anxious thought,
around and around again.
That is what it does best.
Anxiety will only trip me up,
drain me dry,
sap my strength,
leave me defenseless,
and take over like a tyrant.
Anxiety is what enters over a welcome mat,
through a front door
that I have opened wide,
and takes me captive,
when I don't trust God.
Every anxious thought wraps me
in a stranglehold,
but trusting in God
sets me free.
Anxiety is never neutral,
but that which is designed
to pull me down
into a pit of flagrant lies.
Don't even venture
into that virulent quick sand.
May I pour my energies instead
in trusting Him.
Trust unties the knots of anxiety.
God calls me to tie my shoes
to do His Will,
not bind up my emotions.
In God We Trust is written on our coins.
May it be instead
written on our hearts.
Do not be anxious about anything,
but in everything by prayer
let your requests be made known to God.
And the peace of God,
which surpasses all understanding,
will guard your hearts and your minds
in Christ Jesus.
Philippians 4. 6-7
The fear of man lays a snare
but he who trusts the LORD is safe.
Proverbs 29. 25
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Two year old Howie pulled a small toy out of the bottom kitchen drawer where this Gramma keeps "distractions" for when I am trying to prepare supper.
"What dis called?" he asked.
"Well, Howie, that's a puzzle," I explained. "And to know what it is, you have to keep moving the pieces around until they make sense. The picture is just mixed up. What do you think it will be?"
"Fish," he said emphatically. "It's a fish."
"Let's move the pieces around until we find the solution," I said. One piece slid over to the left, another down, one up. At times, it seemed impossible, as if all these puzzle pieces were unrelated and random. Quite frankly, I had no idea what I was doing. But over time as we continued working on it, moving the pieces around, suddenly it did make sense. Despite initial appearances and the time it took, there was purpose in it after all.
"A bird!" Howie exclaimed. It was not what he expected the pieces to form, but a design and a delight, nonetheless.
Sometimes, well, the pieces of life seem scattered and random, and literally I am asking God, "what dis called, LORD?" At times, we all live in mystery. What am I doing here? What is Your purpose in this? Where should I go? Or even, what is this strange mixed up relationship/situation/complication doing in my life?
What am I supposed to do, LORD? This is a mystery to me.
"Keep moving the pieces around,
and follow Me into it."
His design in it all
encompasses more dimensions
than I can ever imagine.
We are called to be stewards
of the mysteries of God.*
Sometimes there is a sudden revealing,
at times a long enduring,
significant pieces may not yet be on the table,
the whole picture will be only revealed
on the Other Side of life.
But God is good.
You can stake your life on that.
We do not know what to do,
but our eyes are upon You.
2 Chronicles 20.12
*...as servants of Christ
and stewards of the mysteries of God.
1 Corinthians 4.1
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Advent is not to be confused with advertisement. But in the retail rush, the 70 percent off sales before Christmas sales, the decorations and weight gain, somehow baby Jesus gets lost in the shuffle.
Teach your children the story of Christmas every which way you can. Learning of any kind is secured through use of many dimensions. Read it, sing it, recite it, act it out, cook it, talk about it when you sit in the family room, stand in the kitchen, and walk through the grocery.
We are surrounded by conversation starters. Every Christmas light proclaims the Star, and the evergreen trees reveal the life He brings. This week, our grandchildren found a box of candy canes in our pantry. And on the back of the package was written about the significance of the shepherd's crook, representing those who witnessed the glory of the angels over the grandest birth of all.
More than thirty years ago one December, we were invited to a friend's house for dinner. And what welcomed every guest to their home was a nativity set, just inside the front door. "Always, front and center," my friend indicated.
I have always remembered that. My friend's nativity display was not a decoration, but an intentional focus.
Yesterday, when looking for another activity for our visiting grandchildren, I pulled out the Fisher Price nativity set purchased last year. Maggie and Howie immediately started playing with it. "Jofus!" two year old Howie squealed as he recognized the Joseph figure. And of course, baby Jesus was placed lovingly front and center.
Our own girls totally messed up our unfinished basement one year, putting on their own Christmas pageant, complete with bathrobes, the Little Tykes plastic playhouse serving as the Inn, and a blanket-covered tricycle playing the part of the donkey carrying Mary. They knew the story. And they knew that the story was real.
Earlier this week, I posted a picture of a "gingerbread" log cabin, constructed of pretzel rods and corn chex. Yesterday, the roof collapsed. And as I was viewing it today, it occurred to me that the imploded structure looked a bit like a stable.
Next year, a gingerbread nativity is in the offing.
We have a basket of books that illustrate the Christmas story in a variety of ways. But nothing beats the account in Luke 2, appropriate for reading, reciting and memorizing. It is not just a story. It is the real thing.
And as for our two and four year olds who are visiting for the week? Along with their mom and dad, they have memorized Isaiah 9.6, word for word. Jesus did not just happen. Jesus was promised. He is not just another baby, but Savior of the World.
And believe me, there is nothing sweeter than hearing a two and a half year old reciting,
For to us a child is born,
for to us a son is given,
and the government will be upon his shoulders,
and his name will be called
Prince of Peace."
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
What am I wearing to the office Christmas party this year?
The family get-together?
Or for that group event of intimidating strangers?
Have I thought about what is appropriate?
Same thing as last year with a different sweater?
Who will be there?
And what gifts will I bear?
A chip on my shoulder?
The same grudge I always bring?
A perennial bad attitude?
A wristwatch so I can skip out early?
A tote bulging with excuses?
Am I going with a mindset of
what am I going to get?
Do I dress to impress?
Or do I come prepared with
a plateful of appetizing words.
an eye that seeks out
that person standing alone,
a humble heart that remembers
to ask about someone's elderly mom
or a child's achievement,
or even a pet recovering?
Do I bear an impossible peace,
a slow mouth,
and gracious questions?
Do I talk about me
or ask about you?
Needs loom huge and unrecognized,
decorating the room
with gaping wounds
and shrapnel of innumerable battles.
Have I thought about how to personalize
not a gift
but a conversation?
Have I really considered how to love someone
chatting at a party?
Or embrace a divine appointment with a stranger?
typically take longer to deliver
and sometimes require special handling.
So does love.
An advertisement today said,
"Find that unexpected gift
for the person who already
And that would be grace,
and appropriate for any occasion.
A word fitly spoken
is like apples of gold
in a setting of silver.
What am I wearing?
What am I bearing?
Come bearing gifts.
A fruit basket is always in great demand,
never out of style.
But the fruit of the Spirit is
Galatians 5. 22-23
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...
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Monday, December 2, 2013
In the 1987 classic film The Princess Bride, Westley and Buttercup are forced to flee into the horrid Fire Swamp to escape the venomous Prince Humperdinck. Their means of deliverance was to trek through that fearful place, marked by flame spurts, lightning sand, and dreaded rodents of unusual size.
"We'll never survive," Buttercup laments.
"Nonsense," Westley replies. "You're only saying that because no one ever has."
Sometimes life feels like that.
But it doesn't have to remain that way.
God empowers us to see those hard things differently,
...to fear not a dismal position,
but grasping an opportunity to rely on Him,
...to initiate not a walking away,
but walking with Him,
freely in the midst of it,
...to see not a God-forsaken place,
but trusting God far beyond my own strength
for what only He can do,
...to realize that it is not a time to quit,
but allowing Him to deepen me
even through a fearful place.
show me how to navigate
this tumultuous relationship,
this impossible work situation,
this Fire Swamp
with rodents of unusual size.
And to know
that I do not travel alone.
You are with me.
The difficulty of the task
reveals not Your absence,
but my need for You.
I lift up my eyes to the hills.
From where does my help come?
My help comes from the LORD,
who made heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot be moved,
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD is your keeper;
the LORD is your shade on your right hand.
The sun shall not smite you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all evil;
He will keep your life.
The LORD will keep
your going out
and your coming in
from this time forth
and for evermore.
May we go forth abiding in the LORD.
wasting not our focus or strength
on phantoms of fear and anxiety,
living impossible lives
thick with His grace
and dripping with redemption.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
What is that in the middle of the road?
I was zipping down the street for a quick trip to the library. My way was blocked about a hundred feet ahead. It appeared to be a kind of large scaffolding, sitting point-blank in the right lane. I began to veer to the left, when quite suddenly, I saw the construction worker with the sign, "STOP." Oooops! I was so busy trying to figure out the what and why of this object, that I almost missed my necessary obedience. I did not have to know all that was going on. I just needed to stop my car and wait.
Sometimes on my path of life,
there are what appear to be dead ends.
Other times, those nasty speed bumps.
No one ever expects a detour.
I don't always understand what is going on.
But I still need to obey.
And when the road or my plans
take an unexpected turn,
is this just a re-routing,
the going around an obstacle?
Or a whole new direction?
God at work.
There may not be a trail,
but that does not mean
that He is not guiding me.
May I not be so locked into my own measured route,
based on my own myopic vision,
but quick to listen,
ready to turn,
willing to stay,
prepared to sprint,
There may be something different going on here.
There probably is.
Am I set on where I am going?
Or where God is leading me?
We expect the unveiling of God's intentions to be sudden
in a BIG box,
with all the components,
instructions I can decipher,
or even better,
pre-assembled at my front door.
But more often,
God provides me with clues to a mystery
piece by piece,
step by step,
that as I seek Him through it,
I will know Him more.
We anxiously inquire of God,
"What about tomorrow?
A year from now?"
And God asks,
"What about today?"
A short obedience
for a long enduring.
No obedience is ever too small.
Has the LORD as great delight
in burnt offerings and sacrifices,
as in obeying the voice of the LORD?
to obey is better than sacrifice,
and to listen than the fat of rams.
1 Samuel 15.22