Just Start

 A seasoned author recently admitted that sometimes he doesn’t know what he is going to write about until he actually just starts writing.  “And eventually, patterns emerge that I hadn’t even seen before,” he points out. 

In any creative endeavor, as we write, compose, paint or sculpt, we begin to see something different not just someday in a final product, but in the process now.

In the same way, sometimes we don’t know how to pray about a certain situation, but when we just start praying, God changes not just what we see but how we pray.

We are often so narrowly-focused and near-sighted that we “calculate too closely either the limits of the possible or the sneakiness of grace,” says Ted Loder in Guerillas of Grace:  Prayers for the Battle.

In our all-too-finite petitions, we miss His glory in the grander narrative, in how it is really playing out, and how God is unfolding an intricate sacred design, visible only from the other side of eternity. 

It is not a matter of enlarging our field of vision, but trusting God by praying differently.  His response to our prayers extends far beyond an “answer,” and is certainly never confined to a singular outcome of our own creation.

Bible teacher and theologian Nancy Guthrie challenges us to consider what we are praying for in her essay Praying Past Our Preferred Outcomes, published by The Gospel Coalition.  “Scripture provides us with a vocabulary for expanding our prayers for hurting people far beyond our predetermined positive outcomes,” she writes. “Instead of praying only for relief, we begin to pray that the glory of God’s character would be on display in our lives and the lives of those for whom we are praying.”  

When we don’t even know what to ask or how to pray, God whispers to us, “Just start praying.”  And as we pray and seek Him, God opens our hearts, thoughts, and prayers to a universe of which we are not even aware. 

Now to Him who is able
to do far more abundantly
than all that we ask or imagine
          --[or pray]--
according to the power at work
                         within us,
to Him be glory…..
                       Ephesians 3. 20-21

The Whole Enchilada

"It's not what I want," my granddaughter said about the colorful rug her mom purchased for her new room. 

Her family had just moved into a different house the day before. Nothing but nothing felt familiar. She hadn't known any place else as home.  And this strange room certainly didn't feel like it at all, even with a new rug.  Even if it was pretty with pink and blue and various shades of green.

"I don't like it at all."

The rest of the room was a collection of half-opened corrugated cartons, a partially-assembled bed leaning against the wall, the precious stuff of her life looking like a jig saw puzzle that exploded.  

"What if you wait until your other stuff comes out of the boxes, like your bedspread and lamp? Think of the whole meal."

"Not gonna matter. Not gonna change my mind."

But later that night, her mom texted me, "She loves it."  Even the curtains left by the previous owner somehow coordinated.  Just took a little while for the other pieces to blend together.

So many things land in our lives that, well, like a strange new rug, we don't exactly like.  The biggest question is what we do with it.  Immediate rejection?  Or trust God for His sovereignty? And give God the elbow room to bring it all together.  Not as an unfamiliar piece to trip over, but something profound that God uses in our lives or for the well-being of others.  

"Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you react to it," once remarked pastor and author Chuck Swindoll. 

And to riff on Karen Swallow Prior's new book You Have A Calling:  God's calling on our lives may not be what we are good at, passionate about, or even like doing.  But it may be just part of the whole enchilada of God's purposes in our lives. What appears as a pitiful little piece often becomes what is vital, life-changing, and eternal.

I almost didn't accept my first job in journalism.  It was, as in the words of my granddaughter, not what I expected or wanted, writing about new products for a residential construction magazine for homebuilders.  I daydreamed of jobs in publishing in New York.  But God kept me where I was, writing about heat pumps, housing developments, and eventually publishing a book about solar energy.

I didn't care for that entry-level position.  But the things I learned about writing still impact me now, decades later.   I saw it as a job.  God intended it as a training ground.  The connections still emerge.

The strange and ill-fitting is not just a wrinkle to ignore or a problem to get over, but perhaps to embrace a new opportunity or direction or attitude.

 As a child, at every pothole or dead end, my mom recited, "If you have a lemon, make a lemonade." That's what kept her going in the many hard places in her life and greatly impacted the course of her life as a musician.  Trust Me in this.

How many times in life are we presented with that proverbial rug that we think we could do without?  An unexpected job change,  the mean teacher nobody likes, a move to a place we never would have chosen? What was God thinking?  Well, a whole lot more than us.

And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together. Colossians 1. 17 

And then....well, surprise, God works it out anyway.  He continues to reveal to us how they fit together in His overall story for us.  Some of the stuff we despised takes on a different hue in the rear view mirror.  We may not like it, but God still uses it powerfully anyway-- in our lives or a hundred other people around us.  How in the world does this odd-ball situation connect to anything else?  We may catch a glimpse of His purposes, but we just haven't grasped it yet as part of a complete meal or in God's eternal bigger picture.

This one ill-fitting or unpleasant piece, no thank you, I'll pass. God does not expect us to just grudgingly put up with it, but follow Him into it and watch how little disparate parts fit perfectly as into a Lego masterpiece, one tiny plastic brick upon another.

When making personal choices, the Iroquois culture mindfully considered how current decisions impact not only their own lives but to the seventh generation to come.  In Biblical terms, how we walk with God radically changes one generation to the next.  That ill-suited situation we encounter --or rug-- may become a family heirloom, an epic story, or perhaps a physical reminder of God's provision and faithfulness.  

We will not hide them from their children, but tell to the coming generation the glorious deeds of the LORD and His might, and the wonders that He has done....to teach their children, that the next generation might know them, the children yet unborn, and arise and tell them to their children, so that they should set their hope in God.  Psalm 78. 4-6 

God does not promise that we will ever like particular situations, or understand why, but He calls us to be faithful in it.  Nothing random here.  What we encounter and how we pivot is never just about us but resounds for generations.

What we experience is not just a singular random event, or a matter of whether we like or don't like it, but part of the whole.  What is God putting together?  Not what this situation is doing to us, but what God is forming in us through this.  The furniture in our hearts may have to be moved around for Christlikeness to fit.

"I don't like it. I don't want to be here," we cry to God.  "But I want you to," He replies. "I need you to." We just can't see how it fits in. That doesn't mean it won't. Far below the surface of our whining, God's got a lot more profound stuff up His sleeve.  We're gonna need it someday. Remember, the whole picture.   

All things hold together. Even the hard stuff fulfills a purpose, deepens our breathing, confirms a direction, or keeps us faithful right where we are.  "I don't want it. I don't like it," is not the point of the equation, but watching to see God's masterpiece emerging from the mess.  The book of Habakkuk in the Old Testament starts with For I am doing a work in your days that you would not believe if told.  Habakkuk 1. 5

That verse does not promise glory, fame, and a house with a pool.  It is not our letting God into this, but letting God invite us in.  It is not that God will fulfill, but that He is already fulfilling in ways we may not ever expect.  God is a lot deeper than that.  He knows what He is doing. Imagine that.

And we just don't see it coming.  The rug actually fits perfectly. 

Habakkuk concludes two chapters later not with everything to our liking, not something less, but with resounding hope, on which we can stake our lives.

Though the fig tree should not blossom, 

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

yet I will rejoice in the LORD;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

GOD, the Lord is my strength;

He makes my feet like the deer's;

He makes me tread on my high places.

                 Habakkuk 3. 17-19 

 

 

While You Weren't Sleeping

I tossed and turned and could not sleep.  I did not have peace about an ongoing situation.  And I realized God didn't want me to.  He wanted me to pray about it.  Not to sleep peacefully, but to pray in the night, to resist and rebel against the darkness.  Not to wake up and worry, but wake up and pray.

These interruptions in our sleep may be creating an opportunity to secure our undivided devotion to the Lord.  "I've been trying to get your attention," God may be whispering to us.

Throughout scripture and from the beginning of time, God has been waking up people in the middle of the night, not randomly but for His profound purposes.  On that night, the king could not sleep. Esther 6.1 God used that little nudge literally to save the nation of Israel.  And centuries later, behold, an angel of the Lord appeared to Joseph in a dream and said, "Rise, take the child and his mother, and flee to Egypt..." Matthew 2. 13  Another nudge in the night, get up now, even when Joseph did not realize the urgency, nor the looming disaster if he hesitated until morning.

God wanted them to feel uneasy. And do something about it. 

Our first reaction is typically begging God to help us to turn over and go back to sleep.  And yet, an awakened mind and body make us more aware of God.  It is when the LORD once again carries us through.  We cannot survive without sleep.  We cannot thrive without prayer.

God says, "Why do you think I woke you up?"  Not to get a drink of water, change position, or even suffer the aftereffects of too much coffee.  But there are things struggling to the surface to think about, things to pray through, to cover people in desperate places we may not even realize, and embrace those we do know who are struggling with despair.

We can't pretend that this broken world or situation doesn't exist.  But we are inattentive and sometimes so insensitive in the busyness of our days.  But at night, God gets our attention, not to worry or ignore or think problems will go away on their own. Anxiety means trying to handle it on my own. Worry deflates our tires. Fear locks all the doors and shuts off the power.

What if we pray about this?  What if we don't?  More than we can ever imagine.

We cry out, O God, do something.  And He whispers, That's why I put you there. We can stir up a typhoon of worrying. But have we even considered praying about it?  The more uneasy we are, the more we can worry.....or pray. And the more we pray, the more God aligns our hearts with His.  We see Him differently.  We see the difficulty differently. We are more able to see how to go forth and what we can do.  

In his book Outlive, physician Peter Attia discusses the importance of grip strength --what we hold, what we can carry, what we can do.  "Almost all actions begin with the grip...it is our interface with the world.  If our grip is weak, then everything else is compromised."

That is a physical truth bolted to the spiritual, because almost all our actions and reactions are based on what we hold onto.  Or if our hands are gripped in prayer. 

The other night, sleepless, I carefully walked down the hallway in the deep shadows like a person visually impaired.  I knew where the doorways were, the rug ended, the turn into the kitchen, avoiding the desk.  And I asked God in the darkness "Who should I be praying for right now in this moment?" "What are You forming in me through this?" "What should I pray?"  "How should I pray?'  And the Lord's Prayer scrolled through my mind. I began saying it out loud in my own words.  No one could hear me but God Himself -- and Alexa didn't care.

Conversations with God in the middle of the night take on a deeper intimacy.  And often those wee small hours are the only time that God can get our attention.  

If our circumstances appeared smooth and sleek, with everything running on auto-pilot, would we even pray about it at all?  Or recognize our need for Him? Or acknowledge His glory and hand in this?   Ascribe to the LORD the glory due His name. Psalm 29. 2

A sincere struggle may be right in the center of His Will. Something is not right.  God wants us to recognize that the imbalance is from Him. And guides us to do something about it.

When we are uneasy, there is a reason for it. But we can keep praying. 

May we realize that sometimes sleep is not the main event in the night.  But really eternal things are.

As for sleep, Lord, well, make it enough. 

 

I bless the LORD who gives me counsel.

In the night also my heart instructs me.

I keep the LORD always before me.

Because He is at my right hand,

     I shall not be moved.

                 Psalm 16. 7-8 

 

Today's Special

 

On a recent Saturday morning, one of our daughters was helping out a friend at a farmers' market. The counter in the booth was heavily laden with all manner of luscious baked goods, all of which would rapidly be purchased in just a couple hours.

That particular morning, the special of the day consisted of fragrant loaves of focaccia, one type with potato and thyme, one with fresh tomatoes, and yet another stack with figs and rosemary. Needless to say, the aroma lingered in the marketplace, and no big surprise, the loaves sold out quickly.

My husband and I also just spent the last few days of summer break, helping out with four of our grandkids.  To set the stage for the morning, I asked our ten-year -old granddaughter to decide what was today's special, what was her specialty for the day? Use kind words? Get along with the boys? And she and her brothers started reciting (and singing) the fruit of the Spirit in Galatians 5. 22-23:  Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. 

We don't have to limit ourselves to just one. 

It is not for us to just seek out how to fill the hours before us or how to manage the traffic jam of our responsibilities, but who to be today.  On what can we focus as a through line in this day: to be kind, attentive, or perhaps, faithful in the trenches? We cannot forecast what the day may bring, but we can respond with something different.

Not determining what sensational concoction we can make of this mess, but how to bless others and honor God.  How to seek out and pursue being joyful or loving in these circumstances, attentive to need, or exercising self-control in this situation. What is my specialty today?  

May we go intentionally into the day, ready to pivot around the potholes, be flexible when things don't go as we would want them, creative in the moment, not dwelling on "if I only had this or that," but seizing what we do have to make something beautiful.  Even if  five barley rolls and two fish are all that occupy our proverbial pantry. John 6. 9

There are no ordinary days -- only if we face them that way.  God never intended for us to miss the wonders that He has placed all around us. Or the opportunities. A hard thing may actually be a grace.  Choose this day whom you will serve...as for me and my house, we will serve the LORD.  Joshua 24. 15

What should we intentionally infuse into this day that God has graciously given?  Not just what we are going to do, but how we are going to approach and navigate what is before us.  God is not going to demand, "Do this, do that," like an impersonal army commander, but asks us intimately, "What do you see? What do you have here?" Mmmmm, I have a lump of dough, a few potatoes and some thyme. Whatever it may be. 

Not just choosing Today's Special, but realizing Today Is Special, because God created it.  

This is the day which the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.  Psalm 118. 24 

Now watch how God can use us. 

 

Little Old Church Ladies More Powerful Than A Locomotive and Faster Than A Speeding Bullet

I was twelve years old, standing in the church foyer after the Sunday evening service, when it happened.  In those days, we attended church both morning and evening.  It is just what we did on Sundays.  My dad, man of few words, was talking to ancient Miss Edith, a woman of many words.  I just wanted to go home where my procrastinated weekend homework was still waiting.  

"Well, Bob," she said to my dad before he walked away.  "What can I be praying for you?"

He looked at her, confused for a moment. In his mind, prayer requests were limited largely to monumental cases of cancer or to those who couldn't really make it on their own.  "No need," replied this self-sufficient, strong-willed man, nothing he couldn't muscle his way through on his own, thank you very much.

"Surely there is SOMETHING I can be praying for you."  Something was in all capital letters in that old woman's voice.

I could see my dad searching for a small dilemma that might loosely qualify as a "prayer request," when that something came to the surface of his thoughts. We had moved to Chicago several months prior. "Well, our house in New Jersey still hasn't sold, but that's not anything to bother God about." 

She didn't respond with words.  But I saw her eyes twinkle.  I had no doubt, even then, that she would not just be wrapping the situation in prayer, but my dad with her cape.

Before the next Sunday, actually within days, the house was unexpectedly sold.  There was no one more surprised than my dad.  And not surprised at all was Miss Edith.  Because she knew that the variable of prayer does not just change the situation, but totally changes the equation.  Not anything she did in her power, but only what God can do through His, far below the surface and far beyond our imagination.

It was not that God suddenly showed up, but to show us.  The answer was no coincidence at all but strategically timed. God already had it all worked out.  He just didn't want my dad to miss the supernatural.  How did this happen?  God is not restricted by natural explanations, no matter how much people try to explain Him away.

Your way was through the sea, Your path through the great waters yet Your footprints were unseen.    Psalm 77. 19 

When we pray, nothing can ever be the same, most particularly us. We have not invited God into our circumstances.  God invites us to join Him in His wonders.  The result may be as outrageous as the parting of the Red Sea.  Or an unforeseen solution that suddenly comes to the surface of our thoughts.  Do we take credit for it? Or just wonder where it came from?

Ascribe to the LORD the glory due His name.  Psalm 29. 2 

She didn't wear a cape, but little old Miss Edith would be the first to tell you she didn't have any special powers. She just knew what to do. She knew to pray about anything and everything. She wasn't afraid to show others that God is real. And give Him the glory.

Pray like a little old church lady with a shield of steel and a heart of gold.