While in Miami, my niece and her husband Ralph took me to breakfast. He bragged about what a neat restaurant this was and how good the food was so I was excited to experience it. We sat and enjoyed our meal and finished with the Spanish word for a "rich" meal-rico!
The restaurant was quaint and in a small space. It was actually located inside an area in a store. As we prepared to leave, I decided I would go to the restroom. They waited at the table. When I returned, I truly must have had a bad case of "bubble head" that one experiences after 50. I walked back to their table and in my bubble, I accidentally bumped into a table where two ladies were sitting waiting on their party. They had two connecting tables and as I hit the corner, it tapped into the other table knocking over two full glasses of water and some coffee.
It was one of those moments where you just want to be invisible. The water went all over a lady's nice dress. What happened next seemed to take place in slow motion, I saw the lady pull her wet cell phone out of her purse. She then proceeded to take each wet item out of her purse. Since her purse was sitting on the chair, it took the brunt of the water. When she had pulled everything out and was drying it, I took her purse and literally poured half a glass of water out of it. I was embarrassed and felt so bad.
I pleaded with the lady to forgive me. Then, in private, I asked the waitress for their check. She responded with an abrupt "They haven't ordered yet!" I then told her that I would wait until they ordered and she replied "They aren't going to order before you leave they are waiting on a party of six." It was then that I realized that I would get no mercy from the waitress.
Remorsefully, I went to the lady. I apologized beyond belief. I asked her to forgive me, told her I would comp her meal all to no avail. She would have no part of me paying. She simply said in Spanish, "No problem, it happens, don't worry about it." What? Mercy-for me? I deserved her calling me out. I deserved her being mad or cursing or calling me names....but that didn't happen.
We reluctantly left as the waitress mopped the excess water from the floor. As I walked through the store, my niece stated "that's how people are around here." I was so appreciative that she had extended mercy and not made a bigger scene than I had made by spilling all the water.
As I begged for mercy, I examined myself. I told my niece that I feared I would have responded differently. Having just left church, I feared that I would have gasped and maybe lost my temper. I would not have been a good reflection of the fruits of the spirit. It confirmed in me that I want mercy extended when it's my mistake but don't often extend mercy when I'm the one offended.
I didn't need to be told what I already but this was a lesson learned. It taught me to be more Christ like and leave a Christian impression rather than to focus on a wet phone. If I could, I would have comp her meal. Today, I would say thank you for not publically humiliating more than I had done to myself, thank you for your compassion and mercy.
Having said that, how many times does God extend mercy and we take it for granted. Never humbling ourselves to him, never saying thank you, never asking for forgiveness? I fail thank God enough for the mercy He extends to me. Today, I chose to say thank you.
Thank you Father for extending me mercy rather than the justice I deserve.
Blessed are the merciful for they shall be shown mercy. Matthew 5:7
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
He won't let go
Recently I watch my great niece as her daddy placed her on his shoulders. She was so comfortable. She loved being that high and giggled as he twirled her around. They went up and down, turned around, swayed and danced all while she sat on his shoulders.
During one of those times, she became too comfortable and leaned back unable to bring herself back up. Her father had her by the legs and we all knew that she would not fall. The incident left her uncomfortable and she began to whine. Her dad responded "Why are you whining? You're the one that went too far back, I was holding you. I wasn't going to let go."
It reminded of how I am so happy, joyful, smiling when all is good. I'm thanking God for being so good to me and yes, I might even twirl around in gratefulness. Today however, I found myself whining. "Why all these attacks? Why was my dad injured in this accident? Why is a job situation so challenging? Why are we being tested? Why all this spiritual warfare?" All the while remembering the verse Do not be anxious about anything [Philippians 4:6]
This morning when I read that, I read the message God intended me to read. First was rejoice [v4].
In your dancing, rejoice. Although things may be tough through your eyes....rejoice! Then it tells us something very important The Lord is near [V5]. Just like her daddy was holding little Victoria, our God is holding us. Even when we feel like we are falling, He has a hold on us and will not let go. Dads don't let go because they love us and our Father will not let because He loves us too. Then comes verse 6-the one everyone quotes "Do not be anxious about anything-but..." It is what follows that "but" that is important also. But...in everything, be prayerful and with thanksgiving present your requests to God.
Don't be anxious, be prayerful, present your requests to God. He will not let go. Not only that, when you truly trust him, you'll receive a peace that transcends all understanding. Our struggles may sometimes feel so heavy but God offers a peace beyond all other simply because he won't let go.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4: 4-7
During one of those times, she became too comfortable and leaned back unable to bring herself back up. Her father had her by the legs and we all knew that she would not fall. The incident left her uncomfortable and she began to whine. Her dad responded "Why are you whining? You're the one that went too far back, I was holding you. I wasn't going to let go."
It reminded of how I am so happy, joyful, smiling when all is good. I'm thanking God for being so good to me and yes, I might even twirl around in gratefulness. Today however, I found myself whining. "Why all these attacks? Why was my dad injured in this accident? Why is a job situation so challenging? Why are we being tested? Why all this spiritual warfare?" All the while remembering the verse Do not be anxious about anything [Philippians 4:6]
This morning when I read that, I read the message God intended me to read. First was rejoice [v4].
In your dancing, rejoice. Although things may be tough through your eyes....rejoice! Then it tells us something very important The Lord is near [V5]. Just like her daddy was holding little Victoria, our God is holding us. Even when we feel like we are falling, He has a hold on us and will not let go. Dads don't let go because they love us and our Father will not let because He loves us too. Then comes verse 6-the one everyone quotes "Do not be anxious about anything-but..." It is what follows that "but" that is important also. But...in everything, be prayerful and with thanksgiving present your requests to God.
Don't be anxious, be prayerful, present your requests to God. He will not let go. Not only that, when you truly trust him, you'll receive a peace that transcends all understanding. Our struggles may sometimes feel so heavy but God offers a peace beyond all other simply because he won't let go.
Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again, Rejoice. Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4: 4-7
Thursday, December 17, 2015
I want Jesus
Recently I visited my niece in Miami, Florida. We attended church Sunday morning with her husband and her two and a half year old daughter, Victoria. It was a wonderful service and wonderful time. Afterwards, we stopped to partake of the festivities including photo ops throughout the church.
After lunch, we went to her sister-in-law's house to visit a brand new baby and to take more photos, this time for the family Christmas card. Of course, you know that when you have a plan, if a child is involved, it may not come to be. Victoria was suddenly taken by the Christmas tree but more distracted by a baby in a cradle lying under the Christmas tree. She picked it up and was quickly told that it was baby Jesus. We also learned that it had been in the family for many, many years and had been passed down to my niece's brother-in-law.
In order to protect the precious heirloom, we attempted to take it from Victoria to no avail. She immediately began saying "I want Jesus, I want Jesus!" We would of course return it to her to calm the shouts but we found ourselves delicately following her around so that she would not drop it. When the time came for the family to pose for the Christmas picture, momma told Victoria that she would have to put Jesus down. "No momma, I want Jesus-I want Jesus!"
Daddy took his turn again, with no success. Brother-in-law explained that it was fragile and that it was old and that it was special but Victoria kept insisting "I want Jesus." Just about that time, our greatest fear came true. Victoria got off her chair and ran to another room clutching her Jesus.
We finally took Jesus from Victoria and with large tears and a sorrowful voice she cried "I waaaaaaaant Jesus." The only way to pacify her was to give her Jesus. Of course by now with the crooked bow and red eyes, there was no chance of taking a photo and the Christmas cards would just be late. However, there was no greater joy than watching Victoria's desire to hold Jesus. Watching her adore the Jesus triggered a thought...what if we wanted Jesus as much as Victoria wanted him.
We often pass through trials, failures, challenges and yet we don't hold on to Jesus. We don't cry out for him, we don't long to just sit and spend time with him. Jesus said "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" [Matthew 19:14]. I was learning a great lesson from Victoria. I wanted Jesus as much as Victoria did. I longed to be with him and talk to him and spend time with him. The difference was that we were all trying to prevent Victoria from doing that. The only one stopping me is me.
So this week, as you travel to your days counting down the days of celebrating our Savior's birth, I pray that you too will say "I want Jesus."
Oh God, you are my God, earnestly I will seek you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalms 63:1
After lunch, we went to her sister-in-law's house to visit a brand new baby and to take more photos, this time for the family Christmas card. Of course, you know that when you have a plan, if a child is involved, it may not come to be. Victoria was suddenly taken by the Christmas tree but more distracted by a baby in a cradle lying under the Christmas tree. She picked it up and was quickly told that it was baby Jesus. We also learned that it had been in the family for many, many years and had been passed down to my niece's brother-in-law.
In order to protect the precious heirloom, we attempted to take it from Victoria to no avail. She immediately began saying "I want Jesus, I want Jesus!" We would of course return it to her to calm the shouts but we found ourselves delicately following her around so that she would not drop it. When the time came for the family to pose for the Christmas picture, momma told Victoria that she would have to put Jesus down. "No momma, I want Jesus-I want Jesus!"
Daddy took his turn again, with no success. Brother-in-law explained that it was fragile and that it was old and that it was special but Victoria kept insisting "I want Jesus." Just about that time, our greatest fear came true. Victoria got off her chair and ran to another room clutching her Jesus.
We finally took Jesus from Victoria and with large tears and a sorrowful voice she cried "I waaaaaaaant Jesus." The only way to pacify her was to give her Jesus. Of course by now with the crooked bow and red eyes, there was no chance of taking a photo and the Christmas cards would just be late. However, there was no greater joy than watching Victoria's desire to hold Jesus. Watching her adore the Jesus triggered a thought...what if we wanted Jesus as much as Victoria wanted him.
We often pass through trials, failures, challenges and yet we don't hold on to Jesus. We don't cry out for him, we don't long to just sit and spend time with him. Jesus said "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these" [Matthew 19:14]. I was learning a great lesson from Victoria. I wanted Jesus as much as Victoria did. I longed to be with him and talk to him and spend time with him. The difference was that we were all trying to prevent Victoria from doing that. The only one stopping me is me.
So this week, as you travel to your days counting down the days of celebrating our Savior's birth, I pray that you too will say "I want Jesus."
Oh God, you are my God, earnestly I will seek you, my body longs for you, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. Psalms 63:1
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Someone paid the price
Yesterday my husband and I were driving home through the back roads. He simply asked "Should we go by?" Of course I said yes. Yes, let's drive by dad's house. Today, as I drove back from Huntsville, I stopped at the stop sign on Hamblen Road and asked myself the same question "Should I drive by?" We ask ourselves if we should drive by my father-in-law's house. We finally sold it a couple of weeks ago so I guess in essence, it's no longer paw paw's house...or ours.
When I asked myself that question I heard a resounding "No!" I heard in my mind "Let it go." Why do we keep going back there? We just drive by to see the new boxes and the unfamiliar cars parked in our driveway. We go by to see new furniture through the undraped windows and trailer that hauls the boxes and we realize we no longer have the freedom to just walk in, we no longer have the right to call it our own anymore.
We do the same thing with our past. Instead of moving on like God would have us do, we want to keep going back to the past, back to what was comfortable. We don't want to move on. That place was comfortable. We want to see what would have happened if we had stayed there. We just want to take a peek and remember how comfortable we were there. We have to remember that some one paid for that house and it's not ours anymore.
Over two thousand years ago God paid the price for our sins. He paid the price and he took it. It is no longer ours. Our sins are our own...our darkness, our faults, our failures-the price was paid and they no longer belong to us. So let go. Like me and my husband, some of you keep wanting to go back, maybe just to take a look, maybe just to wallow in memories of times past but God has taught that it is no longer ours. Someone paid the price.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
When I asked myself that question I heard a resounding "No!" I heard in my mind "Let it go." Why do we keep going back there? We just drive by to see the new boxes and the unfamiliar cars parked in our driveway. We go by to see new furniture through the undraped windows and trailer that hauls the boxes and we realize we no longer have the freedom to just walk in, we no longer have the right to call it our own anymore.
We do the same thing with our past. Instead of moving on like God would have us do, we want to keep going back to the past, back to what was comfortable. We don't want to move on. That place was comfortable. We want to see what would have happened if we had stayed there. We just want to take a peek and remember how comfortable we were there. We have to remember that some one paid for that house and it's not ours anymore.
Over two thousand years ago God paid the price for our sins. He paid the price and he took it. It is no longer ours. Our sins are our own...our darkness, our faults, our failures-the price was paid and they no longer belong to us. So let go. Like me and my husband, some of you keep wanting to go back, maybe just to take a look, maybe just to wallow in memories of times past but God has taught that it is no longer ours. Someone paid the price.
But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8
Wednesday, November 4, 2015
Hiding Place
Sunday, I got a call from my father. It was around 3:30pm. He stated that a lady was at their house and she explained that she was a victim of domestic violence. My father is a deacon at his church and my mom was home. I told him that I would be there in ten minutes. We had already settled in and were watching the game but I had to go help dad.
When I arrived I spoke to the lady who I knew from the neighborhood. Her injuries were serious. She explained the situation, I called for medical attention and the proper authorities. Her son was with her and she explained the fear of trying to protect her children. She stated "I didn't know where to go....the only place I knew I would be safe is with your parents."
It was a draining two hours. Once she was checked out and the police did their thing, she drove herself to urgent care. I told my parents I was leaving and they headed to Sunday night services. As I drove back home, I began thinking of where we go to hide when we need a hiding place. She drove to my parents house because she knew they are God fearing people. She knew where she would be safe.
When I need a hiding place, I go to the cross. I hide my face in the place where I find my comfort, security, and solace. I thank God that he sent his son to die on the cross so that I might have a hiding place. What is your hiding place?
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7
When I arrived I spoke to the lady who I knew from the neighborhood. Her injuries were serious. She explained the situation, I called for medical attention and the proper authorities. Her son was with her and she explained the fear of trying to protect her children. She stated "I didn't know where to go....the only place I knew I would be safe is with your parents."
It was a draining two hours. Once she was checked out and the police did their thing, she drove herself to urgent care. I told my parents I was leaving and they headed to Sunday night services. As I drove back home, I began thinking of where we go to hide when we need a hiding place. She drove to my parents house because she knew they are God fearing people. She knew where she would be safe.
When I need a hiding place, I go to the cross. I hide my face in the place where I find my comfort, security, and solace. I thank God that he sent his son to die on the cross so that I might have a hiding place. What is your hiding place?
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. Psalm 32:7
Friday, October 16, 2015
First Question
I have often heard of individuals looking for a biological parent or siblings. They are often asked "What will be your first question to them?" That's fair. I would also wonder what one's first question would be when they located their biological family.
Today, I was driving to the store when my thoughts went to a magazine. It is a magazine that I have been receiving for about a year. It comes with a 20% coupon or some promotional item for free. I did not order this magazine but it arrived at my house every month. In fact, it didn't even come to ME! It came under a different individual's name. When I first received it and I saw the name on it, I thought "Why would anyone do that?"
It was a woman's magazine and every time I received it, I ripped it in pieces and threw it away. Month after month I would shake my head in disgust and tear up the magazine. I recognized the name on the magazine but it was sent to my address. I just didn't understand someone's meanness in doing that. I eventually called the company and asked them not to send any more magazines to my home. I could have given them the address of the person whose name was on the label but that is not me. I cancelled it weeks ago.
Today, as I drove to the store that came to my mind. I thought to myself "When I get to heaven, my first question to God is going to be 'why did that person do that to me?"' I just wanted God to tell me why someone would be so mean spirited? The more I thought of it, the more it ruled me. My attitude changed and I found myself actually saying "I'm gonna ask God....I sure am!"
Then the gravity of what I was saying hit me. I thought of that song I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy. It talks of the artist seeing Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, he saw Paul and Timothy-but he said I want to see Jesus, the one who died for me.
Really? I finally get to see the one who died for me and my first question is "Who sent those magazines to my house?" It is amazing how we can be humbled when reality hits. How superficial of me. Does it matter who did that? Not when I'm standing in the presence of my Savior. Instead of asking that question, I am sure I will revel in the majesty of being surrounded by holiness.
It doesn't matter who did it or what their intent was, it's done, it's cancelled, it's over. So in re-grouping and thinking of a "first question" I thought of this. If I have a first question for anyone it should be "Do you know our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and will you meet Him when your life is over?" Now that's an important first question!
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi he asked his disciples, "Who do people say the Son of Man is? They replied "Some say John the Baptist others say Elijah: and still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." "But what about you?" he asked, "Who do you say I am?" Simon Peter answered, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Matthew 16:13-16
(c) 2001, Steve Emerson Music-I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy/Gaither Vocal
Today, I was driving to the store when my thoughts went to a magazine. It is a magazine that I have been receiving for about a year. It comes with a 20% coupon or some promotional item for free. I did not order this magazine but it arrived at my house every month. In fact, it didn't even come to ME! It came under a different individual's name. When I first received it and I saw the name on it, I thought "Why would anyone do that?"
It was a woman's magazine and every time I received it, I ripped it in pieces and threw it away. Month after month I would shake my head in disgust and tear up the magazine. I recognized the name on the magazine but it was sent to my address. I just didn't understand someone's meanness in doing that. I eventually called the company and asked them not to send any more magazines to my home. I could have given them the address of the person whose name was on the label but that is not me. I cancelled it weeks ago.
Today, as I drove to the store that came to my mind. I thought to myself "When I get to heaven, my first question to God is going to be 'why did that person do that to me?"' I just wanted God to tell me why someone would be so mean spirited? The more I thought of it, the more it ruled me. My attitude changed and I found myself actually saying "I'm gonna ask God....I sure am!"
Then the gravity of what I was saying hit me. I thought of that song I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy. It talks of the artist seeing Abraham, Jacob and Isaac, he saw Paul and Timothy-but he said I want to see Jesus, the one who died for me.
Really? I finally get to see the one who died for me and my first question is "Who sent those magazines to my house?" It is amazing how we can be humbled when reality hits. How superficial of me. Does it matter who did that? Not when I'm standing in the presence of my Savior. Instead of asking that question, I am sure I will revel in the majesty of being surrounded by holiness.
It doesn't matter who did it or what their intent was, it's done, it's cancelled, it's over. So in re-grouping and thinking of a "first question" I thought of this. If I have a first question for anyone it should be "Do you know our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and will you meet Him when your life is over?" Now that's an important first question!
When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi he asked his disciples, "Who do people say the Son of Man is? They replied "Some say John the Baptist others say Elijah: and still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." "But what about you?" he asked, "Who do you say I am?" Simon Peter answered, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God." Matthew 16:13-16
(c) 2001, Steve Emerson Music-I Bowed on My Knees and Cried Holy/Gaither Vocal
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Wait for it....Wait for it....BAM
These past few weeks I have been so excited. I have been so close to an A in my Leadership Class of my doctorate program. The first class I completly bombed it. I was fortunate enough to walk away from that class with a C. This week I had a presentation due and I was so excited. My average was 89.56 and this project was what was going to kick me into that ever elusive A.
I woke up this morning and for some reason my phone was dinging that I had a message. It was a not yet 5 AM for heaven's sake. I opened the message and discovered my grade. It was not at all what I wanted or expected. My heart sank. Once again, my A alluded me. My 89 average had dropped to an 85 and with this being the last week, there was no way I could make it up.
Bummed. B-U-M-M-E-D! One might ask "Why is this so important?" It is important to me because I have attached my grade to my worth. Isn't that silly? Silly but true. The greater my grade, the greater my worth - in my mind. I have had friends be really supportive through this venture but none of that can erase my insecurities. Is it because I never had a high GPA in school? Is it because I graduated with honors in my Master's Program therefore I have high expectations? I don't know the answer to that. I only know that I feel like this is the path God called me to and this is the path I'll take. This I do know, God would never attach my worth to a grade yet I continue to do so.
With this class behind me, I can only wait to see what the next one brings. Waiting...such a difficult process. It can be no coincidence that my devotions this week have been on waiting. Isaiah 40:31 "Those who wait on the Lord...." wait, wait, wait. How long do I have to wait. That is one of my primary downfalls-impatience. The rest of that verse says "...shall renew their strength. They shall soar on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary."
You may have to wait for something you are praying about but in the end, your strength will be renewed. God has really spoken to me this week about this subject. Like most of us, I want it now. Wait for it, for at the appointed time, God will reveal it to you. Don't give up. Just wait for it.
For the revelation awaits an appointed time, it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay. Habakkuk 2:3
I woke up this morning and for some reason my phone was dinging that I had a message. It was a not yet 5 AM for heaven's sake. I opened the message and discovered my grade. It was not at all what I wanted or expected. My heart sank. Once again, my A alluded me. My 89 average had dropped to an 85 and with this being the last week, there was no way I could make it up.
Bummed. B-U-M-M-E-D! One might ask "Why is this so important?" It is important to me because I have attached my grade to my worth. Isn't that silly? Silly but true. The greater my grade, the greater my worth - in my mind. I have had friends be really supportive through this venture but none of that can erase my insecurities. Is it because I never had a high GPA in school? Is it because I graduated with honors in my Master's Program therefore I have high expectations? I don't know the answer to that. I only know that I feel like this is the path God called me to and this is the path I'll take. This I do know, God would never attach my worth to a grade yet I continue to do so.
With this class behind me, I can only wait to see what the next one brings. Waiting...such a difficult process. It can be no coincidence that my devotions this week have been on waiting. Isaiah 40:31 "Those who wait on the Lord...." wait, wait, wait. How long do I have to wait. That is one of my primary downfalls-impatience. The rest of that verse says "...shall renew their strength. They shall soar on wings like eagles. They shall run and not grow weary."
You may have to wait for something you are praying about but in the end, your strength will be renewed. God has really spoken to me this week about this subject. Like most of us, I want it now. Wait for it, for at the appointed time, God will reveal it to you. Don't give up. Just wait for it.
For the revelation awaits an appointed time, it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay. Habakkuk 2:3
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Be Bold
The other day I was listening to a sermon by Dr. Tony Evans. He was on a roll. He was putting it out there. In the middle of his sermon he said this "The word says 'For without God......'" and he awaited a response from the congregation. There was silence but as I was driving, I meekly replied "I can do nothing??????" That was my response. Actually it was voiced like a question. It's like I was asking "Is that right?" I knew that verse and yet I was forming it in a question that indicated I was very unsure.
Years ago at Vacation Bible School I learned the pledge to the Bible.
I pledge allegiance to the Bible,
God's Holy Word.
I will make it a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path,
I will hide its word in my heart
that I may not sin against God.
Portions of this come from Psalm 119:11. The specific verse that strikes home is "I will hide its word in my heart." That is the only place one can not penetrate. You know what you know and no one can go there. So how do you put God's word in your heart? You study, you memorize and you live it. No xray can see it hidden there. I was so hesitant in completing the verse because who wants to be wrong? We can not be afraid to be wrong. We have to be bold. If we hesitate and we don't speak the word, there will be those that distort it and put their own spin on it. Paul wrote letters and in not understanding them, the people interpreted them and spread the message in a manner that was destructive [2 Peter 3:16].
So when you have your quiet time, when you study the word, when you commit it to memory, hide it in your heart. The next time someone challenges you with a scripture or question, be bold!
Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Joshua 1:8 I am the vine, you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit for apart from me, you can do nothing. John 15:5
Years ago at Vacation Bible School I learned the pledge to the Bible.
I pledge allegiance to the Bible,
God's Holy Word.
I will make it a lamp unto my feet
and a light unto my path,
I will hide its word in my heart
that I may not sin against God.
Portions of this come from Psalm 119:11. The specific verse that strikes home is "I will hide its word in my heart." That is the only place one can not penetrate. You know what you know and no one can go there. So how do you put God's word in your heart? You study, you memorize and you live it. No xray can see it hidden there. I was so hesitant in completing the verse because who wants to be wrong? We can not be afraid to be wrong. We have to be bold. If we hesitate and we don't speak the word, there will be those that distort it and put their own spin on it. Paul wrote letters and in not understanding them, the people interpreted them and spread the message in a manner that was destructive [2 Peter 3:16].
So when you have your quiet time, when you study the word, when you commit it to memory, hide it in your heart. The next time someone challenges you with a scripture or question, be bold!
Do not let this Book of the Law depart from your mouth; meditate on it day and night, so that you may be careful to do everything written in it. Joshua 1:8 I am the vine, you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit for apart from me, you can do nothing. John 15:5
Saturday, September 26, 2015
That's My Child
The other day I was watching a program called The Voice. It is a reality show that allows people to come on stage and sing for 90 seconds. In those 90 seconds you go before four judges whose back is to the singer. The objective is to impress a judge enough to get him to turn. In turning his seat to face you, the walkway lights up and his chair says I Want You.
As I sat and watched, they told the story of the next singer. His name was Michael Woolery. Some of you may remember Chuck Woolery of Love Connection. It was a television show - what some might call today a "reality show." Love Connection was around in the 70's and Chuck Woolery was the host. Today, he stood in the shadows as the spot light was on his son. Michael was auditioning for a spot on The Voice.
As Michael sang, the cameras would pan back to his father Chuck who stood silently cheering for his son. "Come on" he would say as he desperately wanted his son to gain a spot. Michael was a skier and as he prepared for the Olympic tryouts, he was injured after a fall. Unable to compete any longer, he turned to music.
The 90 seconds came to an end and not a single chair turned for Michael. You can imagine his disappointment. Greater still, you can imagine his father's disappointment. He wanted so much for his child. He wanted to see his son succeed, He wanted his son to get a chance, he wanted the best for his son because that's his child.
God wants the best for us too. We don't have to wait for someone's approval. We are children of the most high God and he wants us to live our dreams, be fulfilled, and find success in Him. We are his children and He will always say "I want you." He waits for us in the background, cheering us on saying "That's my child."
How great is the love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called the children of God. And that's what we are.* 1 John 3:1
*This is one of my favorite verses. When I think that our Father's love is so great and he has "lavished" that on us. According to the dictionary, lavished means to bestow something in generous or extravagant quantities. How great is the love of the Father that he lavished it on us, He poured out his love in generous quantity-what more do we need? I am his child!
As I sat and watched, they told the story of the next singer. His name was Michael Woolery. Some of you may remember Chuck Woolery of Love Connection. It was a television show - what some might call today a "reality show." Love Connection was around in the 70's and Chuck Woolery was the host. Today, he stood in the shadows as the spot light was on his son. Michael was auditioning for a spot on The Voice.
As Michael sang, the cameras would pan back to his father Chuck who stood silently cheering for his son. "Come on" he would say as he desperately wanted his son to gain a spot. Michael was a skier and as he prepared for the Olympic tryouts, he was injured after a fall. Unable to compete any longer, he turned to music.
The 90 seconds came to an end and not a single chair turned for Michael. You can imagine his disappointment. Greater still, you can imagine his father's disappointment. He wanted so much for his child. He wanted to see his son succeed, He wanted his son to get a chance, he wanted the best for his son because that's his child.
God wants the best for us too. We don't have to wait for someone's approval. We are children of the most high God and he wants us to live our dreams, be fulfilled, and find success in Him. We are his children and He will always say "I want you." He waits for us in the background, cheering us on saying "That's my child."
How great is the love the Father has lavished on us that we should be called the children of God. And that's what we are.* 1 John 3:1
*This is one of my favorite verses. When I think that our Father's love is so great and he has "lavished" that on us. According to the dictionary, lavished means to bestow something in generous or extravagant quantities. How great is the love of the Father that he lavished it on us, He poured out his love in generous quantity-what more do we need? I am his child!
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Move it!
When we were younger it was difficult to find a good spot to watch TV. With five kids and only a 19" TV you did your best to secure a spot. Every now and then, one of the siblings would pull rank and try to move you. I was second in line so it was one of the tools I used. If my brother tried to get my spot, I could tell him to go take a hike without too many repercussions.
However, if my mom came and told me to move, you better bet I did. There was no argument, no fight-only compliance. So why is it that we find ourselves wanting to argue with God when He tells us to move? You know when you're in that comfy seat and you've already warmed it up and your body has formed that spot? You're comfortable and you don't want to give your spot. Then you ask the question that you think is going to make a difference..."Why can't he move?" To which our mom would respond "Because I asked you to move."
That may be how it is in life. Perhaps you are at the job you want to be at, or the home you thought would be your lifetime home, or even the church you just love and God said "Move it." Go! I'm sure you just got up and went. Not me. Not gonna lie, I dug my heels in. That makes me human not obedient. Some of you know the tricks "Why do I have to go, I have seniority" or "I was here first" or "Why can't you move so and so-I'm thriving."
It is easy for it to become about ME. I once had a work situation where personalities just did not mesh. The ranks were equal but the personalities clashed. Of course my first inclination was to say "Hey, I was here first!" Rather than to allow this person to see Jesus in me, I became angry at the idea of having to work with this individual. My superior would not listen and chalked it up to "competitive woman syndrome." When I lost that battle I went to God. I first laid out my case saying "I have experience, I love this group, I have worked hard to get this unit where it is today" as if He didn't already know. Then came the biggie-"Why don't you move her....take her out of my life" to which God responded "what if I move you?" Uh uh that was not an option. I needed someone to recognize that I was not the bad guy here, this was my territory! I spoke to a friend who gave me the most poignant words. She said:
"If God moves you instead of them, it might because God knows he can use you anywhere and He still has work to do on them."
Talk about humbling. It becomes real when someone calls you on it. How are you showing Jesus to that person by digging your heels in? As difficult as it was for me to leave everything I lived for, everything I loved, I had to leave. God had a different plan for me and I was resisting it. So when God calls you to move like he called Abraham to leave his country, even if you think you deserve better, don't argue, don't make your case to stay, don't fight...just move it!
The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you"...So Abram left as the Lord had told him. Genesis 12:1,4
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9
However, if my mom came and told me to move, you better bet I did. There was no argument, no fight-only compliance. So why is it that we find ourselves wanting to argue with God when He tells us to move? You know when you're in that comfy seat and you've already warmed it up and your body has formed that spot? You're comfortable and you don't want to give your spot. Then you ask the question that you think is going to make a difference..."Why can't he move?" To which our mom would respond "Because I asked you to move."
That may be how it is in life. Perhaps you are at the job you want to be at, or the home you thought would be your lifetime home, or even the church you just love and God said "Move it." Go! I'm sure you just got up and went. Not me. Not gonna lie, I dug my heels in. That makes me human not obedient. Some of you know the tricks "Why do I have to go, I have seniority" or "I was here first" or "Why can't you move so and so-I'm thriving."
It is easy for it to become about ME. I once had a work situation where personalities just did not mesh. The ranks were equal but the personalities clashed. Of course my first inclination was to say "Hey, I was here first!" Rather than to allow this person to see Jesus in me, I became angry at the idea of having to work with this individual. My superior would not listen and chalked it up to "competitive woman syndrome." When I lost that battle I went to God. I first laid out my case saying "I have experience, I love this group, I have worked hard to get this unit where it is today" as if He didn't already know. Then came the biggie-"Why don't you move her....take her out of my life" to which God responded "what if I move you?" Uh uh that was not an option. I needed someone to recognize that I was not the bad guy here, this was my territory! I spoke to a friend who gave me the most poignant words. She said:
"If God moves you instead of them, it might because God knows he can use you anywhere and He still has work to do on them."
Talk about humbling. It becomes real when someone calls you on it. How are you showing Jesus to that person by digging your heels in? As difficult as it was for me to leave everything I lived for, everything I loved, I had to leave. God had a different plan for me and I was resisting it. So when God calls you to move like he called Abraham to leave his country, even if you think you deserve better, don't argue, don't make your case to stay, don't fight...just move it!
The Lord had said to Abram, "Leave your country, your people and your father's household and go to the land I will show you"...So Abram left as the Lord had told him. Genesis 12:1,4
"For my thoughts are not your thoughts neither are your ways my ways," declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:8-9
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
A covered sin
One day recently I was travelling with my husband and a thought came to mind. There is no WORSE sin than a covered sin! That was my thought. I drifted into verses that speak of "on that day we will have to give account or nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight." I continued to think of how exactly people might think that God wouldn't know what they were up to in their hidden sin. In my high and mighty attitude, I thought of those hurt by hidden sin and those hurt when this sin was discovered or revealed. My contempt went to those sinning under cover.
That happens you know....people often hide from others, their children, parents, church, even their spouse, just to justify their sin. In my judgmental moment I threw some whips hoping they landed on the backs of those hiding. I even threw some scripture at those I knew were sinning in the cover of darkness.
It was then that I questioned the audacity of those who hid. Judas Iscariot hid. He sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver. Peter hid, he denied Jesus three times even after Jesus said he would do it. Adam and Eve hid when God asked them where they were. Yup. I found myself listing those who had or were sinning under cover of darkness and never once did my name come up. Never once did anger or bitterness or gossip come up of which I know I'm guilty of in secret.
I said it again "There is no worse sin than a covered sin." As I meditated on that, this came to mind "There is no better sin than that a covered sin." Thought provoking right?
Well, He did it again. Jesus reminded me that He died on the cross to cover all our sins. Here I was contemplating the worse sins one could commit under cover and Jesus had to remind that He covered all those sins when he went to the cross.
Far be it from me to go there and judge anyone's sin. I am grateful that regardless how secret, hidden, unexposed or covered the sin is....it's covered by the blood of the Lamb!
If we claim we are without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. I we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9
Whoever turns a sinner from the error of his way will save him from death and cover over a multitude of sins. James 5:20
That happens you know....people often hide from others, their children, parents, church, even their spouse, just to justify their sin. In my judgmental moment I threw some whips hoping they landed on the backs of those hiding. I even threw some scripture at those I knew were sinning in the cover of darkness.
It was then that I questioned the audacity of those who hid. Judas Iscariot hid. He sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver. Peter hid, he denied Jesus three times even after Jesus said he would do it. Adam and Eve hid when God asked them where they were. Yup. I found myself listing those who had or were sinning under cover of darkness and never once did my name come up. Never once did anger or bitterness or gossip come up of which I know I'm guilty of in secret.
I said it again "There is no worse sin than a covered sin." As I meditated on that, this came to mind "There is no better sin than that a covered sin." Thought provoking right?
Well, He did it again. Jesus reminded me that He died on the cross to cover all our sins. Here I was contemplating the worse sins one could commit under cover and Jesus had to remind that He covered all those sins when he went to the cross.
Far be it from me to go there and judge anyone's sin. I am grateful that regardless how secret, hidden, unexposed or covered the sin is....it's covered by the blood of the Lamb!
If we claim we are without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. I we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9
Whoever turns a sinner from the error of his way will save him from death and cover over a multitude of sins. James 5:20
Saturday, September 12, 2015
I am my beloved's and he is mine
Yesterday I received word that a friend had received some "bad" news about a biopsy. I have been out of sorts myself but was burdened about the news. The news was actually about her husband. She calls him "My Beloved." They are an awesome couple full of love for each other, love for their family and a love for Christ. " I am my beloved and my beloved is mine" actually comes from God's Word. It can be found in Song of Solomon 6:1. This is a couple that loves the Lord. They could be an example to any married couple. Every couple has their own niche and it doesn't always have to be agreeable to both. For instance, she loves to bake and go bird watching. Not the norm- would you say?
I often look at her creations on social media and envy her creativity and talent of baking. She make some awesome looking sweets. One might say "I wish I could bake like her" or "I wish my marriage was like hers. The truth is she has just hit a crossroad. Her beloved received some news that will completely change their daily life but not their walk. I think of my dear friend's passion for the Lord and I know that they will be okay. Unbeknownst to him or her, several years ago my husband and I served at a High School Beach Retreat with our church. Her beloved, Brendon was working in the food distribution capacity. I did not know him by name and neither did my husband.
One day we were receiving food from him and he began to talk about his wife. I didn't know her very well either but I loved her spirit. Her husband spoke so highly of her and in a gentle voice spoke of how he loved and missed her. Later, when I saw him at church, I tell my husband "You know...the guy that loves his wife." What a beautiful picture to paint of your beloved. In Song of Solomon, the writer speaks of his beloved and says "How beautiful you are my darling! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats...your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn..." (4:1-2). Not quite what a wife wants to hear but for that time it was a compliment. They have survived kids leaving home, kids marrying, loss of relatives and so much more and they are still a pillar of strength.
She posted a picture on social media of her journal as she prayed for her husband. I challenge any wife to do the same for your beloved. God gave you the man you married and if he is not all that you imagined he would be, then take it to the Lord in prayer. Let him be your encourager, your best friend, your man, your earthly rock, your groom, your one and only, your bird buddy or anything else you want him to be. I love this girl, she is a friend and example to many. Now we will see them in another phase of life that is again completely dependent on Christ for nothing is impossible with Him.
(Matthew 19:26)
To my friend Deanna I say "girl....you hold on!" We serve a mighty God who is the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the present and the future the everlasting to everlasting-He is Lord and He will not let go!"
Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? which way did your lover turn that we may look for him with you? My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. Song of Solomon 6:1-3
Please keep my friends Deanna and Bren in prayer as they love the Lord and walk this new journey.
I often look at her creations on social media and envy her creativity and talent of baking. She make some awesome looking sweets. One might say "I wish I could bake like her" or "I wish my marriage was like hers. The truth is she has just hit a crossroad. Her beloved received some news that will completely change their daily life but not their walk. I think of my dear friend's passion for the Lord and I know that they will be okay. Unbeknownst to him or her, several years ago my husband and I served at a High School Beach Retreat with our church. Her beloved, Brendon was working in the food distribution capacity. I did not know him by name and neither did my husband.
One day we were receiving food from him and he began to talk about his wife. I didn't know her very well either but I loved her spirit. Her husband spoke so highly of her and in a gentle voice spoke of how he loved and missed her. Later, when I saw him at church, I tell my husband "You know...the guy that loves his wife." What a beautiful picture to paint of your beloved. In Song of Solomon, the writer speaks of his beloved and says "How beautiful you are my darling! Your eyes behind your veil are doves. Your hair is like a flock of goats...your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn..." (4:1-2). Not quite what a wife wants to hear but for that time it was a compliment. They have survived kids leaving home, kids marrying, loss of relatives and so much more and they are still a pillar of strength.
She posted a picture on social media of her journal as she prayed for her husband. I challenge any wife to do the same for your beloved. God gave you the man you married and if he is not all that you imagined he would be, then take it to the Lord in prayer. Let him be your encourager, your best friend, your man, your earthly rock, your groom, your one and only, your bird buddy or anything else you want him to be. I love this girl, she is a friend and example to many. Now we will see them in another phase of life that is again completely dependent on Christ for nothing is impossible with Him.
(Matthew 19:26)
To my friend Deanna I say "girl....you hold on!" We serve a mighty God who is the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the present and the future the everlasting to everlasting-He is Lord and He will not let go!"
Where has your lover gone, most beautiful of women? which way did your lover turn that we may look for him with you? My lover has gone down to his garden, to the beds of spices, to browse in the gardens and to gather lilies. I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine. Song of Solomon 6:1-3
Please keep my friends Deanna and Bren in prayer as they love the Lord and walk this new journey.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Even when I'm old
Yesterday God put this verse in my devotion! He knows me too well. I have often said "I can't pursue my doctorate-I'm too old or I can't write a book, I'm too old!" The truth is..... Under God's power, there's NOTHING I can't do!
Sarah had a child at 90- need I say more? The verse goes something like this:
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation your mighty acts to all who are to come."
If I was going to preach it would sound like this:
I believe the word "even" is there for a reason. You see, society has shown its disdain for the elderly. They are often criticized as being old and senile. But my God....Despite the fact that I am old, EVEN if I am old and gray.......it says "do not forsake me" but the word that makes the difference here is
Until! Do not forsake me God until I declare your power to the next generation!
Week after week I watch my father put on his best suits and go before a congregation to speak of a loving God. Through the years dad has gone completely gray. Even if he is old and gray, he continues to speak of God's love. I had a grandmother that passed that on to him and he passed it on to me, and I am passing it along too.
So my greatest desire is to continue to speak until God takes me home. Even if I am old and gray, I will speak until I have declared God's power to the next generation. I will not let a number define who I am and I will continue to declare His power-even when I am old!
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me my God till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come. Psalm 71:18
Sarah had a child at 90- need I say more? The verse goes something like this:
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, my God, till I declare your power to the next generation your mighty acts to all who are to come."
If I was going to preach it would sound like this:
I believe the word "even" is there for a reason. You see, society has shown its disdain for the elderly. They are often criticized as being old and senile. But my God....Despite the fact that I am old, EVEN if I am old and gray.......it says "do not forsake me" but the word that makes the difference here is
Until! Do not forsake me God until I declare your power to the next generation!
Week after week I watch my father put on his best suits and go before a congregation to speak of a loving God. Through the years dad has gone completely gray. Even if he is old and gray, he continues to speak of God's love. I had a grandmother that passed that on to him and he passed it on to me, and I am passing it along too.
So my greatest desire is to continue to speak until God takes me home. Even if I am old and gray, I will speak until I have declared God's power to the next generation. I will not let a number define who I am and I will continue to declare His power-even when I am old!
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me my God till I declare your power to the next generation, your mighty acts to all who are to come. Psalm 71:18
Friday, August 7, 2015
Don't Miss It
This morning I woke up early with my husband. When the alarm went off, as he thought I was sleeping, I heard him whisper to himself "I don't want to go to work." True to his word, he ran slow. He sets his alarm for five and takes 30 minutes to wake up. Who does that? If I set my alarm for five, I'm out of bed when it goes off!
So he lingered and lingered until I was fully awake. We talked and I made coffee while he remained in bed. We talked about the republican candidate debate as he missed the last 30 minutes of it and then I reminded him that if he was late, he wouldn't have time to do his devotion. He normally does his devotion just before he leaves for work.
I am normally asleep and he goes downstairs to read his bible in the breakfast room. This morning I wanted him to do his devotion because I had an ulterior motive. I didn't want him to miss it. God has been so good to speak to us through our *devotions. However, yesterday I bought him a card. Something I don't always do simply because of our fast paced life. I placed the card in his bible. I knew that when he opened his bible to read it, he would see the card.
I was a little excited to have him see the card because Tuesday he bought me two dozen roses and it made me feel special. I wanted him to feel special too, but how would that happen if he didn't look in his bible?
Ever wonder that God thinks that too? He wants us to feel special and He wants us to feel loved but how can we feel special and feel His love is we don't look into his word? My husband is still getting ready. I have a surprise card for him and God has a message for him this morning....I hope he doesn't miss it.
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul, the statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes. The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The ordinances of the Lord are sure and altogether righteous.....By them your servant is warned; in keeping them there is great reward. Psalms 19:7-9, 11
*A few years ago, my husband and I went to doing our devotions from the same book. We normally use Our Daily Bread. We do our devotion at different times but have found that this works for us as husband and wife because it keeps us accountable. One doesn't want to ask the other about how God spoke to them through devotion and have to respond "I didn't do it." Whatever works for you just "don't miss it!"
So he lingered and lingered until I was fully awake. We talked and I made coffee while he remained in bed. We talked about the republican candidate debate as he missed the last 30 minutes of it and then I reminded him that if he was late, he wouldn't have time to do his devotion. He normally does his devotion just before he leaves for work.
I am normally asleep and he goes downstairs to read his bible in the breakfast room. This morning I wanted him to do his devotion because I had an ulterior motive. I didn't want him to miss it. God has been so good to speak to us through our *devotions. However, yesterday I bought him a card. Something I don't always do simply because of our fast paced life. I placed the card in his bible. I knew that when he opened his bible to read it, he would see the card.
I was a little excited to have him see the card because Tuesday he bought me two dozen roses and it made me feel special. I wanted him to feel special too, but how would that happen if he didn't look in his bible?
Ever wonder that God thinks that too? He wants us to feel special and He wants us to feel loved but how can we feel special and feel His love is we don't look into his word? My husband is still getting ready. I have a surprise card for him and God has a message for him this morning....I hope he doesn't miss it.
The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul, the statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple. The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart. The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes. The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever. The ordinances of the Lord are sure and altogether righteous.....By them your servant is warned; in keeping them there is great reward. Psalms 19:7-9, 11
*A few years ago, my husband and I went to doing our devotions from the same book. We normally use Our Daily Bread. We do our devotion at different times but have found that this works for us as husband and wife because it keeps us accountable. One doesn't want to ask the other about how God spoke to them through devotion and have to respond "I didn't do it." Whatever works for you just "don't miss it!"
Friday, July 24, 2015
Keep Your Eyes on Me
Not gonna lie. I have experienced some spiritual warfare! The last thing you want to do when you are facing spiritual warfare is to lay down and die. While I have some AMAZING family members and an awesome, supportive husband, they can't fight my fight. I have to sharpen that sword of the spirit and prepare for battle. And as I'm sharpening and memorizing and reciting, the Lord reminds me that the battle is not mine-it's His!
Yesterday I went to have my eyes examined which consisted of several tests. The girl said "Keep your eyes on me and tell me when you first see this pen coming from the right." Of course my instinct was to turn to the right to make sure the pen was indeed coming. She reminded me to keep my eyes on her. When the pen didn't get to my peripheral vision quick enough, I had a tendency to turn.
That's just like us right? Okay maybe it's just like me. I tell God I'll wait and trust you but then when it doesn't happen quick enough I unconsciously "take my eyes off of him." I have to admit this time has been easier. I turn on my worship music and focus only on him. That is difficult to do since we don't like uncertainty.
God's word tells us Do not turn to the right or to the left. Keep your feet from evil [Proverbs4:27]. Do we seriously think our spiritual warfare is greater than God? Even Job who experienced some of the greatest challenges in life was able to say "I have stayed on God's path. I have followed his ways and not turned aside" [Job 23:11].
When I think of all the heroes that God brought through it erases my doubt. But they all kept their eyes on Him. So, if I want to walk through this warfare, I have to keep my eyes focused on him. God only asks for you to trust him. He says "Keep your eyes on ME."
Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. Hebrews 12:2
When your battle is over, don't forget to give praise!
Yesterday I went to have my eyes examined which consisted of several tests. The girl said "Keep your eyes on me and tell me when you first see this pen coming from the right." Of course my instinct was to turn to the right to make sure the pen was indeed coming. She reminded me to keep my eyes on her. When the pen didn't get to my peripheral vision quick enough, I had a tendency to turn.
That's just like us right? Okay maybe it's just like me. I tell God I'll wait and trust you but then when it doesn't happen quick enough I unconsciously "take my eyes off of him." I have to admit this time has been easier. I turn on my worship music and focus only on him. That is difficult to do since we don't like uncertainty.
God's word tells us Do not turn to the right or to the left. Keep your feet from evil [Proverbs4:27]. Do we seriously think our spiritual warfare is greater than God? Even Job who experienced some of the greatest challenges in life was able to say "I have stayed on God's path. I have followed his ways and not turned aside" [Job 23:11].
When I think of all the heroes that God brought through it erases my doubt. But they all kept their eyes on Him. So, if I want to walk through this warfare, I have to keep my eyes focused on him. God only asks for you to trust him. He says "Keep your eyes on ME."
Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith. Hebrews 12:2
When your battle is over, don't forget to give praise!
Sunday, July 19, 2015
You Lost?
Last night after a particularly stressful day I finally slept. I dreamed that my youngest was son was a child and we were going on a church field trip. It was a very large group with children from all over our city.
We met at a mall and many people took advantage of a t-shirt shop located in the square. Moms waited patiently until the store opened. They were purchasing color coded t-shirts for their children with their names ironed on the back of the shirt.
In my dream, I joined the line of concerned mothers. I also awaited for the doors to open when I could join the frenzy looking for the t shirt color that identified his group. I had to find just the right blue and white t-shirt and have his name ironed on it.
When I finally paid for the shirt and gave it to my son he asked why he had to wear it. I explained that I didn't want him to get lost but if he did, at least someone would know what group he was in and his name.
When I woke up, I remembered my dream and imagined God knowing my name. He doesn't want me to be lost either. The good news is that he knows everybody's name. He knows that some of us will wander off in our own direction apart from Him. He knows that in wandering off, we may get lost.
I was concerned about my son getting lost in a church group but God oversees the entire world and He knows your name. You will never have to ask "Does God really know where I am?" There's never a question as to whether God will forgive you, or what your past sin is, or even what your burdens are.
God sent His Son Jesus Christ to die on the cross for each of us that were sinners and without hope. He took on our sins so that we would live a full abundant life. Unfortunately, some choose to travel through life with no guide when we are lost. Jesus is the best guide.
So the only thing left to ask is "Are you lost?"
For the Son of Man has come to seek and save the lost. Luke 19:10
We met at a mall and many people took advantage of a t-shirt shop located in the square. Moms waited patiently until the store opened. They were purchasing color coded t-shirts for their children with their names ironed on the back of the shirt.
In my dream, I joined the line of concerned mothers. I also awaited for the doors to open when I could join the frenzy looking for the t shirt color that identified his group. I had to find just the right blue and white t-shirt and have his name ironed on it.
When I finally paid for the shirt and gave it to my son he asked why he had to wear it. I explained that I didn't want him to get lost but if he did, at least someone would know what group he was in and his name.
When I woke up, I remembered my dream and imagined God knowing my name. He doesn't want me to be lost either. The good news is that he knows everybody's name. He knows that some of us will wander off in our own direction apart from Him. He knows that in wandering off, we may get lost.
I was concerned about my son getting lost in a church group but God oversees the entire world and He knows your name. You will never have to ask "Does God really know where I am?" There's never a question as to whether God will forgive you, or what your past sin is, or even what your burdens are.
God sent His Son Jesus Christ to die on the cross for each of us that were sinners and without hope. He took on our sins so that we would live a full abundant life. Unfortunately, some choose to travel through life with no guide when we are lost. Jesus is the best guide.
So the only thing left to ask is "Are you lost?"
For the Son of Man has come to seek and save the lost. Luke 19:10
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
If you start it....finish it.
I realize that it has been quite a while since I last posted however, I have taken on a new venture. I am currently enrolled in the Doctoral (EdD) program at Abilene Christian University and it can be overwhelming. I pray God allows me to complete this goal and honor Him through it.
Prior to class beginning, I went for a short run. I aimed for two miles since I am just beginning. I got to one mile and was winded, weak and ready to quit. In my mind, I could literally hear my dad saying "If you start it, finish it" something I have heard all my life. You can imagine the excuses but the voice that steered me was much louder than the excuses.
Sometimes we begin something and we choose not to finish it. Some chose to make the decision to accept Christ as their Savior and stop there. God's Word calls us to change our life, to follow Him, to represent Him. We make excuses and claim "it's too difficult" or too time consuming. God doesn't have huge expectations. He doesn't expect you to become a preacher or missionary. He just expects you to finish the race and finish it well.
When running I made every excuse I could think of until this thought came to mind, "What if Christ had quit?
He was born with a mission. God had a plan for Him and it began at birth. God was being prepared for thirty years until his ministry broke through in adulthood. The last few years of his ministry were full of accusation, criticism, finger pointing and questioning. Jesus continued his ministry. He ran the race knowing it was a race he had to finish....not for HIM but for us!
Did God have to tell Christ "If you start it, finish it?" I don't think so. Although Christ fell to His knees and asked for God's will, he was still willing to continue the race. He endured the threats, flogging, criticism and ridicule and he took it all for us.
So when you decide to follow Christ, run the race with assurance of what awaits you. Don't veer off to the left or to the right, don't become distracted, don't give up. If you start the race....finish it!
Therefore when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said "It is finished" and he bowed his head and gave up His Spirit. John 19:30
Prior to class beginning, I went for a short run. I aimed for two miles since I am just beginning. I got to one mile and was winded, weak and ready to quit. In my mind, I could literally hear my dad saying "If you start it, finish it" something I have heard all my life. You can imagine the excuses but the voice that steered me was much louder than the excuses.
Sometimes we begin something and we choose not to finish it. Some chose to make the decision to accept Christ as their Savior and stop there. God's Word calls us to change our life, to follow Him, to represent Him. We make excuses and claim "it's too difficult" or too time consuming. God doesn't have huge expectations. He doesn't expect you to become a preacher or missionary. He just expects you to finish the race and finish it well.
When running I made every excuse I could think of until this thought came to mind, "What if Christ had quit?
He was born with a mission. God had a plan for Him and it began at birth. God was being prepared for thirty years until his ministry broke through in adulthood. The last few years of his ministry were full of accusation, criticism, finger pointing and questioning. Jesus continued his ministry. He ran the race knowing it was a race he had to finish....not for HIM but for us!
Did God have to tell Christ "If you start it, finish it?" I don't think so. Although Christ fell to His knees and asked for God's will, he was still willing to continue the race. He endured the threats, flogging, criticism and ridicule and he took it all for us.
So when you decide to follow Christ, run the race with assurance of what awaits you. Don't veer off to the left or to the right, don't become distracted, don't give up. If you start the race....finish it!
Therefore when Jesus had received the sour wine, He said "It is finished" and he bowed his head and gave up His Spirit. John 19:30
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Forget it!
Tuesday I went to my local Christian bookstore to purchase an accompaniment CD. I discovered that the one I wanted could be "burned" right there at the store. I looked and looked and I sampled many songs until I found the right one.
I approached an employee who stated that she could have it done in ten minutes. I told her that was fine I would just walk around and look through the store. I wandered and looked at several bible studies, I flipped through the latest novels, I searched for a book for my father and I spent about twenty five minutes just looking.
I approached the counter and I asked the girl if my CD was ready. She looked at me with that stunned "deer in the headlights" look and yelled out "I'm so sorry!" She said that she had gotten busy with other customers and had completely forgotten the CD. Having waited for almost thirty minutes now, I asked if I could just get a refund. She returned my money and repeated "I'm sorry" at least five more times. I assured her it was okay. The incident in my mind was forgotten and chalked up to a mistake.
I am not one to simply "forget." My disappointment is often written all over my face but this time it wasn't. I really just walked away with no CD and no anger.
Yesterday I decided to try again. I went back into the store and selected two CDs and both of them needed to be transferred on to CD form. She took one look and said "Oh I'm so sorry about yesterday-it won't happen again" and proceeded to continue to apologize.
I truly had forgotten the situation yesterday and I just wanted my CD's. I went back to the books and reviewed all the same books I had looked the day before. After fifteen minutes I returned to the counter and both CD's were ready. The girl said "I'm so sorry about yesterday."
It made me think of a statement I made years ago. "God is forgiving.... but man so unforgiving!"
I told her the day before, "Forget it." It has passed, it was a mistake and I've forgotten it. For some reason, we can not let go. God forgives all our sins, He does not qualify sins, we do! He is ready and able to forgive us when we ask.
That is where we need to keep our focus. Why keep bringing our faults back up by reminding us of or mistakes? In this case, I didn't need to remind her that she had messed up the day before she couldn't let it go!
Are you caught up in something you can't forget about? Perhaps some mistake made long ago? To you I say "Turn it over to God....then Forget it!"
The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He will not always chide, nor will he keep his anger forever. He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. Psalm 103:8-12
I approached an employee who stated that she could have it done in ten minutes. I told her that was fine I would just walk around and look through the store. I wandered and looked at several bible studies, I flipped through the latest novels, I searched for a book for my father and I spent about twenty five minutes just looking.
I approached the counter and I asked the girl if my CD was ready. She looked at me with that stunned "deer in the headlights" look and yelled out "I'm so sorry!" She said that she had gotten busy with other customers and had completely forgotten the CD. Having waited for almost thirty minutes now, I asked if I could just get a refund. She returned my money and repeated "I'm sorry" at least five more times. I assured her it was okay. The incident in my mind was forgotten and chalked up to a mistake.
I am not one to simply "forget." My disappointment is often written all over my face but this time it wasn't. I really just walked away with no CD and no anger.
Yesterday I decided to try again. I went back into the store and selected two CDs and both of them needed to be transferred on to CD form. She took one look and said "Oh I'm so sorry about yesterday-it won't happen again" and proceeded to continue to apologize.
I truly had forgotten the situation yesterday and I just wanted my CD's. I went back to the books and reviewed all the same books I had looked the day before. After fifteen minutes I returned to the counter and both CD's were ready. The girl said "I'm so sorry about yesterday."
It made me think of a statement I made years ago. "God is forgiving.... but man so unforgiving!"
I told her the day before, "Forget it." It has passed, it was a mistake and I've forgotten it. For some reason, we can not let go. God forgives all our sins, He does not qualify sins, we do! He is ready and able to forgive us when we ask.
That is where we need to keep our focus. Why keep bringing our faults back up by reminding us of or mistakes? In this case, I didn't need to remind her that she had messed up the day before she couldn't let it go!
Are you caught up in something you can't forget about? Perhaps some mistake made long ago? To you I say "Turn it over to God....then Forget it!"
The LORD is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love. He will not always chide, nor will he keep his anger forever. He does not deal with us according to our sins, nor repay us according to our iniquities. For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him; as far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our transgressions from us. Psalm 103:8-12
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
It is Well
As I sit here listening to Kristene DeMarco sing It is Well, I wonder how it is....
How is it that I can be at peace at the death of a much loved uncle. Yesterday I heard someone say that he left such a legacy. I wondered if they knew all of the story. I recall being about five years old going to visit him and hearing so many stories.
My mom is the youngest and now only has one surviving brother. She was very close to my uncle Gilbert much like I am close to my own brothers but for different reasons. My uncle and I had many conversations in his last few weeks. Most of them were of fishing-his earthly passion. Some were caution related. You see, even having served as a law enforcement officer for thirty years, he would still say things like "be careful and lock your doors!" "Don't leave your purse in plain sight or always be aware of your surroundings!"
Two things have resonated with me the last few days. The first is his awesome testimony. He was a man that loved hard. He loved my aunt with a passion that surpassed words. We didn't need words. His actions were all we needed. She was a woman of faith that lived out 1 Corinthians 7:12-15.
I believe it was her example of faithfulness and dedication to Christ that led him to Christ. A man that was a non- believer led the charge and spoke of the God that saved him. Words that might have never been spoken had she not remained faithful.
The second thing is my intense need to say I Love You. As I heard the news, I was in Miami and I longed to be with my family. I wondered if everyone that should have said "I Love you," got the chance to. Upon death, there won't be an opportunity to share those words.
Many are grieving, many are sad, many know the hope of eternal life but the pain still lingers. In my heart, I am forced to be strong for reasons known only to me but I find my peace and consolation in the arms of Christ.
Pray for our family as we return to God a husband, father, brother, grandfather, and uncle. We pray for peace and despite the motions we must go through we will know.......It Is Well!
Whosoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. John 5:24
Gilbert R. Guzman
1935-2015
How is it that I can be at peace at the death of a much loved uncle. Yesterday I heard someone say that he left such a legacy. I wondered if they knew all of the story. I recall being about five years old going to visit him and hearing so many stories.
My mom is the youngest and now only has one surviving brother. She was very close to my uncle Gilbert much like I am close to my own brothers but for different reasons. My uncle and I had many conversations in his last few weeks. Most of them were of fishing-his earthly passion. Some were caution related. You see, even having served as a law enforcement officer for thirty years, he would still say things like "be careful and lock your doors!" "Don't leave your purse in plain sight or always be aware of your surroundings!"
Two things have resonated with me the last few days. The first is his awesome testimony. He was a man that loved hard. He loved my aunt with a passion that surpassed words. We didn't need words. His actions were all we needed. She was a woman of faith that lived out 1 Corinthians 7:12-15.
I believe it was her example of faithfulness and dedication to Christ that led him to Christ. A man that was a non- believer led the charge and spoke of the God that saved him. Words that might have never been spoken had she not remained faithful.
The second thing is my intense need to say I Love You. As I heard the news, I was in Miami and I longed to be with my family. I wondered if everyone that should have said "I Love you," got the chance to. Upon death, there won't be an opportunity to share those words.
Many are grieving, many are sad, many know the hope of eternal life but the pain still lingers. In my heart, I am forced to be strong for reasons known only to me but I find my peace and consolation in the arms of Christ.
Pray for our family as we return to God a husband, father, brother, grandfather, and uncle. We pray for peace and despite the motions we must go through we will know.......It Is Well!
Whosoever hears my word and believes him who sent me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life. John 5:24
Gilbert R. Guzman
1935-2015
Thursday, June 4, 2015
What if the Prodigal Son is a girl?
There are so many stories in the Bible. While I learned many of these when I was growing up, some
I learned some in the last fifteen years. Then there are those that I have heard over and over again. I know alot of them, and I know enough about some of them to know when something in the story has been changed.
For instance, if you told me that it was David in the lion's den, I would argue the point because I know I can prove that it was Daniel. If you told me Isaac was Abraham's first son, I would argue that as well because we all know his firstborn was Ishmael.
With that said, if you told me that the prodigal child was a girl I would dispute that as well. Unless of course you were talking with my parents. While God's word clearly says that the prodigal was a "son" [Luke 15:11-32], my parents had a prodigal girl.
You see, when I was at the ripe age of 27, I thought I knew it all. I was in the midst in one of the largest organizations that gave me the authority to stop criminal behavior. I was incarcerating thieves, murders, and burglars. I was helping citizens to retain their property or making someone who took it-pay for it.
I was loving my job and loving life. Unlike my friend Mark Corona, I did not struggle with honoring God in patrol. Although I was raised a Christian, I did not know enough about a "relationship with Christ" to honor Him.
My idea of honoring God was to stand next to a jukebox singing Losing My Religion by REM hoping I didn't lose my soul. I set out to live my life like I had never before been allowed to do. I worked long hours and played long hours. If any of my "today" friends could have seen me, they would not recognize me.
While I did not take any worldly belongings from my parents and blow it like the prodigal son, I did live life to the extreme. I loved it and no one could tell me different. Yes I lived high and mighty, yes I flaunted material possessions, yes I hung with the best of them but like the prodigal son, it all came to an end.
I must say I never ate leftovers from a troth but I was committing the same sins as those I was arresting. I was stealing time from God, I was killing my spirit that longed for acceptance that could only be found in Him, and I was taking things like attention, that belonged to someone else. I was no better than the thieves, murders and burglars.
If you know the story of the prodigal son then you know that when he was on empty, he opted to come home. He felt that being a servant in his fathers home was better than living life on the street. He was down to nothing....He was empty.
I know that feeling. I was that kid. I was the prodigal son-but a girl.
It was my mother that once told me "if you shame your father, you will break his heart." Being a daddy's girl all my life, the last thing I wanted to do was shame my father. I immediately cried out to my heavenly Father and asked for forgiveness then I went to my earthly father.
As I suspected, he welcomed me home [to the family of Christ] with open arms and gratitude. God had answered his prayer. Another prodigal had come home, but this time it was his girl!
Jesus continued "There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' So he divided his property between them." Not long after that the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.... when he came to his senses, he said "How many of my father's hired servants have food to spare and here I am starving to death!" ...So He got up and went to his father but while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. The son said to him "Father I have sinned against heaven and you I am no longer worthy to be called your son. But the father said "...this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." Let's celebrate. Luke 15: 11-24
To parents: Never give up! Keep praying for your children and that child. We serve a mighty God who has no boundaries.
Taking God on Patrol by Mark S Caronna can be found at Amazon.com
To parents: Never give up! Keep praying for your children and that child. We serve a mighty God who has no boundaries.
Taking God on Patrol by Mark S Caronna can be found at Amazon.com
Monday, June 1, 2015
Not Alone
A friend once told me "When God is all you have; God is all you need." In my darkest days I have found that to be true. Only God's presence in those moments brought me through.
I have spoken and ministered to many individuals. I have heard stories of darkness and brokenness and no hope. The HOPE is in Jesus Christ, the HOPE is in His Word, the HOPE is in a relationship with Him.
We often hear stories of Paul who was flogged, imprisoned, shipwrecked yet through it all, he was not alone. Even when he was in the minority, he never gave up. He clung to the Lord and spread the gospel.
For some of us "dark days" can be a spouse leaving us, a prodigal child, or even a bad score on a college final. God never moves! He remains ever present to walk you through it.
So when you feel like you are in the pit of darkness, remember "When God is all you have-God is all you need" - you are not alone!
At my first defense, no one came to my support, but everyone deserted me. May it not be held against them. But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed and all might hear it. And I was delivered from the Lion's mouth. The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to His heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever Amen. 2 Timothy 4:16-18
I have spoken and ministered to many individuals. I have heard stories of darkness and brokenness and no hope. The HOPE is in Jesus Christ, the HOPE is in His Word, the HOPE is in a relationship with Him.
We often hear stories of Paul who was flogged, imprisoned, shipwrecked yet through it all, he was not alone. Even when he was in the minority, he never gave up. He clung to the Lord and spread the gospel.
For some of us "dark days" can be a spouse leaving us, a prodigal child, or even a bad score on a college final. God never moves! He remains ever present to walk you through it.
So when you feel like you are in the pit of darkness, remember "When God is all you have-God is all you need" - you are not alone!
At my first defense, no one came to my support, but everyone deserted me. May it not be held against them. But the Lord stood at my side and gave me strength, so that through me the message might be fully proclaimed and all might hear it. And I was delivered from the Lion's mouth. The Lord will rescue me from every evil attack and will bring me safely to His heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever Amen. 2 Timothy 4:16-18
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Follow Me
Last week my husband and I were traveling to the Hill Country. We were taking our son's truck there since he has been deployed and will be gone for a year. With so many cars at our own house, we decided to take it there.
We packed our suitcases and loaded up. He took one of dogs and I took the other. We prayed before we moved on and then he said "follow me." Of course I would have preferred to be in the same truck with him. In the same vehicle, I can read or write or watch a movie while he drives. Instead, I was driving behind him.
We pulled out of the subdivision and headed to the freeway. The puppy was settled in and I was following my husband. Somewhere along the way I got distracted. My thoughts went to our son and his service and the danger and before I knew it, I was passing my husband on the freeway.
When I "came to" I realized that I had passed him up and was going faster than he was. Of course I slowed down and immediately got behind him once again. Somewhere along the way, I realized that I was once again passing him up. Again, when I "came to" I realized that there was an over-sized load that was slowing drivers down in the lane I had moved to. My husband, who was leading the way could see it. If I would have followed him like he said, I wouldn't have gotten stuck behind this load.
That is much like we are in our relationship with Christ. He says in Matthew 16:24 "Take up your cross and follow me." He doesn't say lead, he doesn't say pass me up....He says follow me!
I would venture to guess that I am not the only one with that problem. Many times we want to do things our way instead of allowing God to lead. We don't want to follow because we can't control the one leading. We want control of our own destiny yet when we get stuck, we want God to bail us out.
Don't be like me. Don't say you'll follow then get distracted and take the lead. Follow God and when he speaks listen for the "Follow Me!"
I am the Light of the World. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of the world. John 8:12
Do not follow the crowd in doing wrong. Exodus 23:2
That is much like we are in our relationship with Christ. He says in Matthew 16:24 "Take up your cross and follow me." He doesn't say lead, he doesn't say pass me up....He says follow me!
I would venture to guess that I am not the only one with that problem. Many times we want to do things our way instead of allowing God to lead. We don't want to follow because we can't control the one leading. We want control of our own destiny yet when we get stuck, we want God to bail us out.
Don't be like me. Don't say you'll follow then get distracted and take the lead. Follow God and when he speaks listen for the "Follow Me!"
I am the Light of the World. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of the world. John 8:12
Do not follow the crowd in doing wrong. Exodus 23:2
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Be Careful
Be careful! Two words that I use often as I'm sure every parent does.
I recall when my youngest son was two years old and wanted the independence of riding his tricycle. He ran his wobble run and jumped on to his tricycle and rode round and round the cul-d-sac. I was wearing on-line skates to keep up with him.
"Be careful" I cautioned him, "don't go too fast, don't hit that curb, don't go on the trail." All these were cautions to keep him on track and keep him safe. I followed him on my skates but even at two, he tried me. He took off and I picked up my pace. He stopped suddenly and I could not. I hit the curb, fell down and eventually discovered I had a fractured elbow. "Be careful" seemed to be more a caution I should have practiced.
That never ends. Today he is 20 and to him, our 21 year old and our 22 year old, we still say those words. We live in a world that offers many things that are contrary to God. We live in a world of violence, thievery, and corruption. We live in a world that competes for our children. In fact, it competes for all of us. God's word says that the enemy comes to "kill, steal and destroy" [John 10:10] and that's reason enough to be careful.
We go out into a world that is saturated with sex, violence, technology and so many other things. It takes a Christ filled person to stand against the world and even then, we can fail. The pull of the the world can be so enticing. It can look good, feel good, feel right but it is just a masquerade, a facade that will eventually wear off leaving us empty and regretful.
God told the Israelites to be careful. Paul told the church to be careful, and I will continue to tell our kids to be careful. We must be careful to not put ourselves in a position that will entice us. It is much easier if we stand firm on the Word of God as we are often not strong enough to resist temptation. We fail when we allow our desires to give in to that temptation. [James 1:4]
So, when you may think that you'll never fall, or you think you can't be taken in by a theory or idol, you really need to "be careful." Measure how much time you spend in God's Word versus television viewing time. Whatever it is, remember your intake is society's version. Be careful when it goes off into inappropriate relationships, [1 Corinthians 6:18] unwholesome talk, [Ephesians 4:29] deception or lying,
[Matthew 19:18] or false teachings [Galatians 1:9]
[Matthew 19:18] or false teachings [Galatians 1:9]
When you go out into the world....
be careful!
Be careful, or you will be enticed to turn away and worship other gods and bow down to them.
Deuteronomy 11:16
Be very careful then, how you live, not as unwise but as wise, making every opportunity because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord's will is. Ephesians 5:15
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Don't Ignore It
The other day we were driving around in Boston. Not being familiar with the area, we had our GPS at work. It was not built into the car like most are now, it was an older one with that annoying voice.
As we drove, you have to know that like others, we took a wrong turn somewhere. The most annoying thing [besides her voice] is the route she chooses to take you to correct your mistake is often not the best route. There is often a more direct route but sometimes she takes you out of the way which causes more confusion.
As we drove, I activated my ipad GPS which allows me to magnify the page to the point of actually reading street names. We drove and drove looking for our location often seeing the same landmarks. it was obvious we did not know where we were going. Finally, I asked my husband "We seem more lost, don't you hear the GPS." He promptly responded "Yes, but I'm ignoring it."
What good does it do for us to have clear instruction if we are going to ignore it?
All I can say is: The Israelites ignored it and yes, we ignore it today. We have clear instruction in God's Word yet because we don't like the route or because we have a better idea, we ignore it. The irony in it all is that we are the ones that are lost and we still ignore it.
Why is it that we feel like we have a better way? Rather than to rely on God's instruction, we do things our way ignoring God!
As described in Jeremiah, when we ignore God's instruction it will not go well for us. The goal is not to go backward and retrace the mistakes but to move forward and follow God's path.
So next time you feel lost, search God's Word. In searching God's Word you will get direction... don't ignore it.
But I gave them this command: "Obey me, and I will be your God and you will be my people. Walk in obedience to all I command you, that it may go well with you. But they did not listen or pay attention; Instead, they followed the stubborn inclinations of their evil hearts. They went backwards and not forward. From the time your ancestors left Egypt until now, day after day, again and again, I sent your my servants the prophets but they did not listen to me or pay attention. Jeremiah 7:23-26
Sunday, May 10, 2015
I Would Have Said No
This afternoon after working on the yard I went to buy us a chicken wrap for lunch. As I drove, I started thinking and this thought came to mind...."I would have said No!*"
You see, it wasn't my decision for our middle son to go active duty. I would have said no because our son is young and full of life and has so much yet to see. I would have said no because his face is bright like sunshine and there is life in his laughter and we have not yet experienced all there is to see.
I would have said no. I would have said "I will not let you go and fight for a country whose greater majority feels like they are entitled and we owe them. I will not risk letting you go fight when the country I love is losing freedom to lawsuits.
When an entire organization has to change their uniform code to pacify someone from another culture whose religion calls him to wear a turban, he benefits from the freedom our country affords. The issue is not the turban, the issue is that he joined the organization, the organization did not join him we have lost the freedom to enforce uniformity in an organization when we allow exceptions.
When the freedom to pray in a classroom has been banished even though our forefathers built this country on Christian principles, we have lost our freedom to choose. We live in a country that operates on free enterprise but there are those who believe it is their right to violate that by smashing glass doors and taking what someone else has worked as long as they don't get caught.
When a child in the class room will not stand and salute our flag and states ' I don't have to because of my religion' they exercise the freedom to choose and many are fighting to provide that. Those who live in our country should honor our country and because many don't, I would have said no, the risk is too high.
When law enforcement have to account for every decision and the bad guy gets the benefit of the doubt. I would have said no!
I would have said no, I will not let you go because I love you, and your'e our son and we strongly believe in and love our country but the cost is to high when our own are burning our flag and challenging authority and cursing the very freedom affording them to do that.
I would have said no! I have seen the worst of the worst and they just don't care what the cost is as long as you don't mess with their "rights!" I will not give our son!"
Yep, that was me! Not gonna lie.
Working as He always does, God put this this thought on my mind.
"I would have said no too, but instead I gave my Son to a dying world, a world without hope. I gave my son to an ungrateful world that worshiped idols and did not revere my name. I gave my son despite the sin and the cursing and the denying of a living God." He felt the pain and the sorrow of his inevitable fate but He went anyway....He is my Son and He gave his life for a dying world."
So I dried my tears and I thanked God for sending His Son to allow me the freedom to choose eternal life. I pray that our son will be protected mentally, physically and spiritually because this is real. We thank God for sending his Son, and we pray for ours but I would have said no!
And Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: Father the time has come. Glorify your Son that your Son may glorify you. For you granted him authority over all the people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him. Now this is eternal life that they may know you the only true God and Jesus Christ whom you have sent. John 17:1-3
*To clarify the statement, because he is our son, our hearts would have said no, but in reality we wholeheartedly support our son's decision. He loves our country enough to fight for it and we love him enough to support that. Please keep him and all our military in your prayers.
You see, it wasn't my decision for our middle son to go active duty. I would have said no because our son is young and full of life and has so much yet to see. I would have said no because his face is bright like sunshine and there is life in his laughter and we have not yet experienced all there is to see.
I would have said no. I would have said "I will not let you go and fight for a country whose greater majority feels like they are entitled and we owe them. I will not risk letting you go fight when the country I love is losing freedom to lawsuits.
When an entire organization has to change their uniform code to pacify someone from another culture whose religion calls him to wear a turban, he benefits from the freedom our country affords. The issue is not the turban, the issue is that he joined the organization, the organization did not join him we have lost the freedom to enforce uniformity in an organization when we allow exceptions.
When the freedom to pray in a classroom has been banished even though our forefathers built this country on Christian principles, we have lost our freedom to choose. We live in a country that operates on free enterprise but there are those who believe it is their right to violate that by smashing glass doors and taking what someone else has worked as long as they don't get caught.
When a child in the class room will not stand and salute our flag and states ' I don't have to because of my religion' they exercise the freedom to choose and many are fighting to provide that. Those who live in our country should honor our country and because many don't, I would have said no, the risk is too high.
When law enforcement have to account for every decision and the bad guy gets the benefit of the doubt. I would have said no!
I would have said no, I will not let you go because I love you, and your'e our son and we strongly believe in and love our country but the cost is to high when our own are burning our flag and challenging authority and cursing the very freedom affording them to do that.
I would have said no! I have seen the worst of the worst and they just don't care what the cost is as long as you don't mess with their "rights!" I will not give our son!"
Yep, that was me! Not gonna lie.
Working as He always does, God put this this thought on my mind.
"I would have said no too, but instead I gave my Son to a dying world, a world without hope. I gave my son to an ungrateful world that worshiped idols and did not revere my name. I gave my son despite the sin and the cursing and the denying of a living God." He felt the pain and the sorrow of his inevitable fate but He went anyway....He is my Son and He gave his life for a dying world."
So I dried my tears and I thanked God for sending His Son to allow me the freedom to choose eternal life. I pray that our son will be protected mentally, physically and spiritually because this is real. We thank God for sending his Son, and we pray for ours but I would have said no!
And Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: Father the time has come. Glorify your Son that your Son may glorify you. For you granted him authority over all the people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him. Now this is eternal life that they may know you the only true God and Jesus Christ whom you have sent. John 17:1-3
*To clarify the statement, because he is our son, our hearts would have said no, but in reality we wholeheartedly support our son's decision. He loves our country enough to fight for it and we love him enough to support that. Please keep him and all our military in your prayers.
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Give me Wisdom
The other day I served my last day of a two month assignment with a class. I had come to like alot of these children so I thought I would give them a "last day treat." I gave the girls a candy bracelet and gave the boys a little maze.
I was clearing my desk of some things when I heard the yell of Mrs Baaaarrrrrrfield. I immediately looked up and two little girls were having a discussion. I had assigned another girl to pass out the bracelets. Unbeknownst to me, they were all attached in separate wrappers and in tearing them apart, she broke one of the bracelets. She continued to pass them out and one little girl got the broken one.
Allegedly, the one receiving the broken bracelet immediately switched the bracelet with the girl sitting next to her giving her the broken one. It was that child that let out the yell. I came to the rescue but I found that it was not an easy rescue.
I asked both girls who the bracelet belong to. One little girl said "it's mine-the broken one is hers!" Of course the other girl said "No it's mine - hers is broken." To top it off, she had already opened the package and was wearing the bracelet, the broken one lay unopened.
I asked the girl passing them out which girl had received the broken one and sure enough, she said the one that was wearing the bracelet had taken it from the other girl. What a dilemma.
I pulled that little girl out of class and asked her whose bracelet she was wearing....for heaven's sake it was candy! Through tears she said "Mrs. Barfield this is my bracelet, she got the broken one." I then brought the other girl out and she said "Mrs Barfield, she switched the bracelets, she took mine. Hers was broken."
Well once again I felt like a character in the Bible...Solomon. God asked Solomon "Ask for whatever you want me to give you" [1 Kings 3:5] to which Solomon responded "give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish right from wrong." [v9]
Oh to have the wisdom of Solomon. In fact, the very first situation that tested his gift was a situation involving two women that were both claiming a baby belong to each of them. Solomon's decision was to cut the baby in two and give each woman half. One mother said "yes" do it but the real mother said that she would not do that to her child. Instead give the child to the other woman. This is how he was able to determine who the real mother was. [v 16-28]
I did not have that option. If I gave the bracelet to one, the other would suffer-If I gave it to the other, there would be hurt feelings. So......I did what my heart told me to do-take back both bracelets and neither gets the bracelets.
It was a painful decision as the little girl that was crying now cried harder. The girl who originally had received the unbroken bracelet was unfazed. It was a difficult for me because at that moment I was crying out "GIVE ME WISDOM!"
I pulled the crying girl outside and told her that taking something that was not hers is wrong. She stuck by her story "It was mine." I will never know if I made the right decision so until the day God takes me home, I will continue to cry out "Give me Wisdom!"
The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this so God said to him "Since you have asked for this and and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have asked the death of your enemies but for discernment in administering justice. I will do what you have asked I will give you a wise and discerning heart so that there will never have been anyone like you nor will there ever be."
1 Kings 3:11-12
I was clearing my desk of some things when I heard the yell of Mrs Baaaarrrrrrfield. I immediately looked up and two little girls were having a discussion. I had assigned another girl to pass out the bracelets. Unbeknownst to me, they were all attached in separate wrappers and in tearing them apart, she broke one of the bracelets. She continued to pass them out and one little girl got the broken one.
Allegedly, the one receiving the broken bracelet immediately switched the bracelet with the girl sitting next to her giving her the broken one. It was that child that let out the yell. I came to the rescue but I found that it was not an easy rescue.
I asked both girls who the bracelet belong to. One little girl said "it's mine-the broken one is hers!" Of course the other girl said "No it's mine - hers is broken." To top it off, she had already opened the package and was wearing the bracelet, the broken one lay unopened.
I asked the girl passing them out which girl had received the broken one and sure enough, she said the one that was wearing the bracelet had taken it from the other girl. What a dilemma.
I pulled that little girl out of class and asked her whose bracelet she was wearing....for heaven's sake it was candy! Through tears she said "Mrs. Barfield this is my bracelet, she got the broken one." I then brought the other girl out and she said "Mrs Barfield, she switched the bracelets, she took mine. Hers was broken."
Well once again I felt like a character in the Bible...Solomon. God asked Solomon "Ask for whatever you want me to give you" [1 Kings 3:5] to which Solomon responded "give your servant a discerning heart to govern your people and to distinguish right from wrong." [v9]
Oh to have the wisdom of Solomon. In fact, the very first situation that tested his gift was a situation involving two women that were both claiming a baby belong to each of them. Solomon's decision was to cut the baby in two and give each woman half. One mother said "yes" do it but the real mother said that she would not do that to her child. Instead give the child to the other woman. This is how he was able to determine who the real mother was. [v 16-28]
I did not have that option. If I gave the bracelet to one, the other would suffer-If I gave it to the other, there would be hurt feelings. So......I did what my heart told me to do-take back both bracelets and neither gets the bracelets.
It was a painful decision as the little girl that was crying now cried harder. The girl who originally had received the unbroken bracelet was unfazed. It was a difficult for me because at that moment I was crying out "GIVE ME WISDOM!"
I pulled the crying girl outside and told her that taking something that was not hers is wrong. She stuck by her story "It was mine." I will never know if I made the right decision so until the day God takes me home, I will continue to cry out "Give me Wisdom!"
The Lord was pleased that Solomon had asked for this so God said to him "Since you have asked for this and and not for long life or wealth for yourself, nor have asked the death of your enemies but for discernment in administering justice. I will do what you have asked I will give you a wise and discerning heart so that there will never have been anyone like you nor will there ever be."
1 Kings 3:11-12
Sunday, May 3, 2015
Time to Dance
Earlier this week our class went on a field trip to the zoo. The entire third grade went together. Our third grade and several hundred children from other schools. I had 20 children and three chaperones. We divided the children into three groups and I took seven. One of our teachers had to stay back with the children that were not going. As a result, she gave each of us three of her children.
I had three of her kids and four of mine. Of course I took care of mine but was diligent of taking care of hers. As we walked, one of her kids constantly lagged behind. Each of us had to carry our own back packs which contained water and our lunches. I cautioned him to keep up because I did not want to lose him. This was the first time I had ever seen this child since he was not mine.
We stopped several times when I realized that his Texans lunch bag was the problem. He did not have a back pack and the zipper of his lunch bag was broken. I pulled out a plastic bag and put the lunch bag in it leaving the strap out where he could carry it.
Unfortunately, that did not last long. Soon he was lagging behind again. All the other children had their hands free and were able to point, touch window displays and hold on to rails, he was not. It required both of his arms to carry the lunch bag. Finally I asked him to let me see the bag again. I discovered that he was carrying the largest bottle of Gatorade I had ever seen. He was also carrying water so I can imagine what a challenge it must have been for him to carry considering the weight.
I asked him to give me the lunch bag and asked if he wanted me to carry it in my back pack. He responded "yes" and I saw quite the transformation in that child. He was jumping, dancing, carefree and enjoying the day.
Yes, my backpack was heavier but being an adult, I could carry the weight easier and to see this child enjoy his day it was worth it.
It made me think of how big our God is. He is big enough to carry our load regardless of how heavy it might be. We choose to carry our burdens because we think we are the only ones that know how to handle it. Instead, if we just turned over to God, we would be carefree and dancing knowing that God was handling it.
Stop and think of how much our burdens weight us down. Wouldn't it be easier if we just let God carry them for us? Give your burdens to God....time to dance!
Carry each others burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the will of Christ. Galatians 6:2
Cast your cares upon the Lord and He will sustain you, He will never let the righteous fall.
Psalms 55:22
I had three of her kids and four of mine. Of course I took care of mine but was diligent of taking care of hers. As we walked, one of her kids constantly lagged behind. Each of us had to carry our own back packs which contained water and our lunches. I cautioned him to keep up because I did not want to lose him. This was the first time I had ever seen this child since he was not mine.
We stopped several times when I realized that his Texans lunch bag was the problem. He did not have a back pack and the zipper of his lunch bag was broken. I pulled out a plastic bag and put the lunch bag in it leaving the strap out where he could carry it.
Unfortunately, that did not last long. Soon he was lagging behind again. All the other children had their hands free and were able to point, touch window displays and hold on to rails, he was not. It required both of his arms to carry the lunch bag. Finally I asked him to let me see the bag again. I discovered that he was carrying the largest bottle of Gatorade I had ever seen. He was also carrying water so I can imagine what a challenge it must have been for him to carry considering the weight.
I asked him to give me the lunch bag and asked if he wanted me to carry it in my back pack. He responded "yes" and I saw quite the transformation in that child. He was jumping, dancing, carefree and enjoying the day.
Yes, my backpack was heavier but being an adult, I could carry the weight easier and to see this child enjoy his day it was worth it.
It made me think of how big our God is. He is big enough to carry our load regardless of how heavy it might be. We choose to carry our burdens because we think we are the only ones that know how to handle it. Instead, if we just turned over to God, we would be carefree and dancing knowing that God was handling it.
Stop and think of how much our burdens weight us down. Wouldn't it be easier if we just let God carry them for us? Give your burdens to God....time to dance!
Carry each others burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the will of Christ. Galatians 6:2
Cast your cares upon the Lord and He will sustain you, He will never let the righteous fall.
Psalms 55:22
Monday, April 20, 2015
Walk on by
Yesterday I sat in church and saw a woman take her grandchild by the arm and tell him to throw a drink out. He had walked in with a bottled drink but she explained that this was God's house and it was to be respected. I remember those conversations all to well. After he threw the drink out, he walked in and she removed his cap from his head again explaining that it was a respect issue. She later walked out to lead the children to class.
As the choir began to sing, I saw that someone had dropped a bulletin insert on the floor. I saw kids walk past it and not pick it up. I also saw adults come in to the church and not pick it up, they walked right past it. I know they had to have seen it because at one point, it got curled up.
This wretched paper got the better of me....I kept asking "Who is going to pick it up?" It was not a small piece of paper it was about 5 X 7 so it was not difficult to miss. I regret to say that this piece of paper really distracted me. I wanted someone to pick it up! It was an eyesore. Every time I looked up I saw that paper on the floor. The straw that broke the camel's back was when the offertory ushers approached it, stepped on it, then walked on by. Everyone just walked on by!
It took me to a place that I am ashamed to say I am guilty of. How many times have you walked past the hungry, the dirty, the homeless, the penniless and not even given it a second thought? I've been in too big of a hurry, not had any change, been judgmental, or just plain "walked on by."
That piece of paper took me to a place I did not want to go. How would Jesus see me or my actions when it comes to others less fortunate. I left the paper for a moment as I joined in worship.
A few minutes later I looked up and must have missed who picked it up because suddenly it was gone. Who picked it up? My husband said it was the grandmother who scolded her grandson for not respecting God's house. I should have known.
The King will reply "I tell yo the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me. Matthew 25:40
As the choir began to sing, I saw that someone had dropped a bulletin insert on the floor. I saw kids walk past it and not pick it up. I also saw adults come in to the church and not pick it up, they walked right past it. I know they had to have seen it because at one point, it got curled up.
This wretched paper got the better of me....I kept asking "Who is going to pick it up?" It was not a small piece of paper it was about 5 X 7 so it was not difficult to miss. I regret to say that this piece of paper really distracted me. I wanted someone to pick it up! It was an eyesore. Every time I looked up I saw that paper on the floor. The straw that broke the camel's back was when the offertory ushers approached it, stepped on it, then walked on by. Everyone just walked on by!
It took me to a place that I am ashamed to say I am guilty of. How many times have you walked past the hungry, the dirty, the homeless, the penniless and not even given it a second thought? I've been in too big of a hurry, not had any change, been judgmental, or just plain "walked on by."
That piece of paper took me to a place I did not want to go. How would Jesus see me or my actions when it comes to others less fortunate. I left the paper for a moment as I joined in worship.
A few minutes later I looked up and must have missed who picked it up because suddenly it was gone. Who picked it up? My husband said it was the grandmother who scolded her grandson for not respecting God's house. I should have known.
The King will reply "I tell yo the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me. Matthew 25:40
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
It's Not My Fault
Yesterday I got off work only to discover news that came out of left field. I opened my email and read something to the affect of "You are $557.00 delinquent on your rent!" Seeing as how only our kids live in apartments, I knew it was one of them...specifically the youngest one.
I can not tell you how upset I was to read this. [I use that word mildly as irate was more the feeling]. The first thing I did was call my child and ask "What is going on?" Of course he did not know what the problem was since he "always" pays rent on time.
I told him that this presented a huge problem since it was an unplanned expense. We don't like the planned expenses either but at least we're ready for those. I proceeded to contact the apartment complex and was advised by the accounting manager that "way back in September" we under paid our utilities by two dollars and that initiated a late fee. Of course since we were not aware of this balance, every month it carried over we were charged a "late fee" of $50.00 plus $5.00 a day.
As you can see, that created the problem. If they would have only told us back in September that we had underpaid by $2.00 it would not have gotten so big, but the longer it went, the greater problem it became. I spoke with our son and we discussed how to resolve the matter. That was going to require him contributing some funds from his account. I heard all the arguments and discussions about "why he should not have to contribute" and "why did they wait so long to tell us" before he finally belted out "It's not my fault." He finally resigned to contributing half of the amount to clear the account.
The next morning as I drove to work with that on my mind, those words rang out in my ears. "It's not my fault!" I suddenly became defensive and thought "Hey...It's not my fault either and I'm having to pay too!"
I was struck by those words...."It's not my fault." I thought of Pilate when they brought Jesus before him and he quoted the words "I find no fault in him." [John 19:4] He was without sin and without fault yet he paid the price!
I agree that it was not fair to make my son contribute and possibly drain his account to pay for this but was it really fair for ME to absorb the entire expense? I was humbled at the thought of Christ did for me. I just couldn't let my son take the hit. I resigned to the idea that he was without fault and you guessed it, I paid the price in full!
Christ did not say "I'm not taking his place-it's not MY fault he's a sinner." No! He paid the price even though it was not His fault!
For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous person though perhaps for a good person one might dare die, but God shows His love for us while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:6-8
I can not tell you how upset I was to read this. [I use that word mildly as irate was more the feeling]. The first thing I did was call my child and ask "What is going on?" Of course he did not know what the problem was since he "always" pays rent on time.
I told him that this presented a huge problem since it was an unplanned expense. We don't like the planned expenses either but at least we're ready for those. I proceeded to contact the apartment complex and was advised by the accounting manager that "way back in September" we under paid our utilities by two dollars and that initiated a late fee. Of course since we were not aware of this balance, every month it carried over we were charged a "late fee" of $50.00 plus $5.00 a day.
As you can see, that created the problem. If they would have only told us back in September that we had underpaid by $2.00 it would not have gotten so big, but the longer it went, the greater problem it became. I spoke with our son and we discussed how to resolve the matter. That was going to require him contributing some funds from his account. I heard all the arguments and discussions about "why he should not have to contribute" and "why did they wait so long to tell us" before he finally belted out "It's not my fault." He finally resigned to contributing half of the amount to clear the account.
The next morning as I drove to work with that on my mind, those words rang out in my ears. "It's not my fault!" I suddenly became defensive and thought "Hey...It's not my fault either and I'm having to pay too!"
I was struck by those words...."It's not my fault." I thought of Pilate when they brought Jesus before him and he quoted the words "I find no fault in him." [John 19:4] He was without sin and without fault yet he paid the price!
I agree that it was not fair to make my son contribute and possibly drain his account to pay for this but was it really fair for ME to absorb the entire expense? I was humbled at the thought of Christ did for me. I just couldn't let my son take the hit. I resigned to the idea that he was without fault and you guessed it, I paid the price in full!
Christ did not say "I'm not taking his place-it's not MY fault he's a sinner." No! He paid the price even though it was not His fault!
For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. For one will hardly die for a righteous person though perhaps for a good person one might dare die, but God shows His love for us while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:6-8
Sunday, March 22, 2015
It's Packed!
I have been hosting a ladie's bible study in my home. I am co-teaching with a friend that is also a great teacher. We alternated sessions and as luck would have it, I got the chapter "Overwhelmed."
No, I don't think it was luck, I believe God actually worked it out that way. You see, like most of us, my scheduled is completely packed. I love working with kids and teaching but it takes so much time! It's an eight hour day everyday. That extends into grading papers, doing research, and planning lessons for me. So much for being retired.
I always prepare my bible study lesson way in advance asking God to lead me through it. One day as I left for school, I saw house after house after house with trash cans out. Many of the cans were completely packed! Some were overflowing.
It made me think how we are so much like that. We put things on our schedules and don't stop when it's getting full. We don't even stop when it is full. We don't stop until it is completely packed or overflowing.
Then we become overwhelmed with all we have to do. That "quiet time" reserved for God goes from one hour to thirty minutes to quoting a memorized bible verse and a quick prayer. The time that belongs exclusively to God is compromised.
Our mornings keep starting earlier and our nights just get longer. Do not "pack" your schedule so tight that you take all of God's time. He desires to be with you. Before you pack your schedule too tightly, remember to put Him first.
And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place and there....He prayed. Mark 1:35
No, I don't think it was luck, I believe God actually worked it out that way. You see, like most of us, my scheduled is completely packed. I love working with kids and teaching but it takes so much time! It's an eight hour day everyday. That extends into grading papers, doing research, and planning lessons for me. So much for being retired.
I always prepare my bible study lesson way in advance asking God to lead me through it. One day as I left for school, I saw house after house after house with trash cans out. Many of the cans were completely packed! Some were overflowing.
It made me think how we are so much like that. We put things on our schedules and don't stop when it's getting full. We don't even stop when it is full. We don't stop until it is completely packed or overflowing.
Then we become overwhelmed with all we have to do. That "quiet time" reserved for God goes from one hour to thirty minutes to quoting a memorized bible verse and a quick prayer. The time that belongs exclusively to God is compromised.
Our mornings keep starting earlier and our nights just get longer. Do not "pack" your schedule so tight that you take all of God's time. He desires to be with you. Before you pack your schedule too tightly, remember to put Him first.
And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place and there....He prayed. Mark 1:35
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