Looking Forward to Good Change

Looking Forward to Good Change

5 Minute Friday
A time to write without excessive worry and editing for five minutes. A place to share the heart-words from God. A small time that allows me to stop and listen to God.

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Change is not something I usually gravitate toward. All too often my life has felt as though it is on a downward trajectory. I long for peace and thank God when I sense stability. Despite my desire for calm change can be good. When things are bad, change is a move in the right direction.

Which is why I look forward to change right now. When chaos and static suffering rule the dark I long for light and a way around. This summer has had its share of difficulties. Last summer was off the charts with woe, but despite the passing of time I’ve been too busy to finish processing the losses until this year.

School has resumed. My big school year kick-off is right around the corner and I am ready for a good change.

Jeremiah 29:11
For surely I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for harm, to give you a future with hope.

Stop.

Gifts of Beauty

Gifts of Beauty

If you want to learn more about the ways The Holy Spirit has blessed me you might want to check out the link to my other blog using the Counting Gifts of Beauty tag at the top of the page or @ Philippians48blog.wordpress.com

Today I am reflecting on Pursue the Intentional Life by Jean Flemming and Ephesians 4:15.

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Closed Doors

Closed Doors

Today I am thinking about cats, dogs, doors and summer Sunday School.An odd combination, I know. Years ago we had a wonderful Persian cat named Lorelei. She taught us in no uncertain terms that cats don’t tolerate closed doors. Now, as a house-cat, she had no problems with the doors to the outside being kept closed, but she objected heavily to inside doors being closed tight. She was spoiled as only a really good cat can be. She would actually meow at my sisters’ closed closet door and my sister would stop what she was doing and go, open the door, and give Lorelei a boost so she could climb into the overfull closet to play.Lorelei
Living with cats all my life I am sensitive to their needs to have doors left open enough for a cat to open. When my Maltese, Daisy was a puppy she liked to climb into the windows and bark at anyone she could see. We live in town, so this could be a problem. During dinner we combatted incessant, uncorrected barking by shutting her into the dinning room with us. She cannot see out of the dinning room windows. We had peaceful dinners. We still have cats. You see the issue developing.image
We also live in an 1870 cottage with some of the original hardware. No one needs a catch that actually catches on the door to the dinning room. It pleases cats that they can push the door open even when it is closed. In the beginning Daisy was too tiny to push the solid 1870 door open even though the catch was broken. She lives with and learns from cats. She figured out how to push the door open. So we push a chair up against the dinning room door every evening for dinner. The door is closed. There is no barking. Daisy lies quietly on the floor next to my chair. It is still nap time for most of the cats. All is good.
Daisy is now three years old. There have been humorous incidents where she has accidentally been shut out of the dinning room for dinner and eventually cries at the door to be let in. What dog looks out the window when your people are in the dinning room without you?image
We have a cat named Pussywllow. He is beautiful! Yes, he is. And he is very macho since he looks so lovely and has such a name to overcome. He no longer sleeps through the dinner hour. He comes every evening just before I get up to serve desert and pushes the door open to come into the dinning room. It takes a couple of hearty shoves, but he can push the solid wood door, and chair aside and strut into the room. He swaggers into the room! At 15 pounds he’s no little cat. He is three times Daisy’s diminutive stature. We have opened the door for him only to receive a look of disgust. He wants to prove he can push that door open. Daisy leaves, checks the windows and returns. We still close the door and pull the chair in front to hold it in place.image
Pussywllow was in the dinning room when I served dinner last night. I am enough of a traditionalist that I went ahead and closed the door and pulled the desk chair in front. That is just how we do things now. This is the dinner tradition. We all wondered what would happen at the time Pussywillow usually comes in to proves his prowess. Dad thought I should get up and open it for him when he arose and walked over to the door. My sister and I agreed that he did not want our help. We all watched as he “pulled” the chair out-of-the-way and then “pulled” the door open with his paw. He left. Came back and strutted around the room and then went off to cat nap. Daisy checked the windows and returned.
I am left thinking about the doors that we close out of tradition. They don’t keep anything in or out, but we “do it that way.” I have a little cat of six pounds, who is almost sixteen years old. She sleeps though our dinner but I doubt she would be able to come into the dinning room with the door/chair closed. Are we inadvertently keeping some shut out because of our traditions?image
These are questions I am asking. I am a traditionalist. I love liturgical worship. Sunday School may be another matter. I love Sunday School!!! I’m just not sure we need to do things they way they always have been done.
In my Church we hold children’s Sunday School all year through. I believe that is a good thing. I also think it is a sin to bore a child in Sunday School. I’m asking my committee if they think that we might schedule a special Sunday for the kids and their families to meet at McDonald’s for breakfast and the lesson. Our Church is right down the street from the Golden Arches. When I told my idea to my senior citizen father, he balked that it wasn’t really Sunday School if we met somewhere other than Church. I value my families’ opinions. I’m still presenting the idea to my committee, now I realize how I will have to go about it in a better way. Sometimes we close doors out of tradition. I don’t want to leave the outside doors open to strays and dangers, but I’m willing to rethink some of the doors I close. What about you? Do you close doors out of tradition? How might you open appropriate doors at your Church?

Do Not Try to Be All Things

Do Not Try to Be All Things

O sorry soul, serenely rest
Again in peaceful, untroubled breast.
May the weary world no longer inspire
Inner-conflict, strife and troubled mire.
Wend your way, O heavy heart,
Back to center, back to start.
Give the pain and worry to God
And let Him carry the baggage odd,
Heavy and too much for you.
Let Him do what only He can do.
Do Not Try to Be All Things.
You are not an angel equipped with wings.
Do the best that you can do
Then lay it down and know you’re through.
Next go on to something more.
Keep on opening brand-new doors.
Don’t stand still and worry today
Over what you failed at yesterday.
Keep your eyes on what’s ahead.
Never fear the past, or dread
That you aren’t doing all you should.
Only try to do what’s good
And leave all the rest to Christ.
To Him be the glory.
From Him comes the might.

When asked by Moses for His name The Lord answers I AM. He is present tense. He is. He is all things. Why do I try to “be” all things? Why do I unknowingly try to satisfy everyone? Long ago God spoke these words into my heart. More than a decade later I still need to learn the message. Today I affirm again that God. Is. Enough. I am enough because I am His.

Hands

Hands

imageToday I am reminded of all my hands are supposed to accomplish. My To Do: list groans under the weight of expectation. I participated in the If:Equip Bible Study on Acts 8:26-40 this morning. I was struck by how Phillip went from serving with the outcasts in Samaria to “a desert place.” How frustrated I become when I feel as though The Lord has sent me to a desert place in life. Why do we want to be in the thick of things (Jerusalem) until we are exhausted and then complain when we are sent to an outpost of “Samaritans” or the “desert places” of life?

“Woe is me, I’m shut out.” Phillip doesn’t bemoan his lot. He waits and lo and behold a chariot comes by with a court official from Ethiopia. Phillip has an important job there in the desert. He serves. He doesn’t complain. Do I miss the opportunity to be Jesus’ hands and feet in this world because I assume I’m cast out into the desert of hard times and no use?

St. Paul reminded the Colossians that”Whatever you do, do your work heartily, as for the Lord rather than for men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance. It is the Lord Christ whom you serve.” Colossians 3:23-24.

What do your hands need to do today? Will you be building a house, cleaning diapers or litter boxes, cooking a meal or typing on a keyboard? I will try to use my hands to serve Jesus and the Good News in all the humble and desert places that I am sent today.

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Nothing

Nothing

WW1 foxholesIt just occurred to me again that this July 28th is the one-hundredth anniversary of the start of World War 1. The “Great War” or “War to End All Wars” was a dark period in history, so much suffering, so much destruction. How much have we learned as a society? For many people in Europe World War 1 was a war that left them with nothing. Their way of life was annihilated. For others life itself was gone and their families and communities could never be the same.

What am I afraid of loosing? What possessions, family, friends, habits, physical abilities, pleasures am I counting as necessary for life? So much of what society took for granted as basic was unraveled in the guns and poison gas of the “Great War”. What am I building my life upon?

“For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39 My life as a Christian should be built on the solid rock of Jesus Christ. Civilization did not actually end after the smoke cleared on the western front in France. Nothing can really stop God’s love for humanity. Jesus said it on the cross, “It is finished”. Death is defeated. No longer can the devil do his worst to us,because of Easter. Victory belongs to Christ in the end.

Nothing can separate us from God’s love in Christ Jesus. There really isn’t anything that can destroy my peace if it is really built on Jesus Christ. So much of what I fear, is not really going to destroy me. I can face the future with more hope knowing what the past has taught us. No matter how cataclysmic the circumstance nothing can prevent us from living fully in the love of Christ!

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How Do You Define Success?

How Do You Define Success?

Merriam-Webster defines success this way,”favorable or desired outcome; also : the attainment of wealth, favor, or eminence.” I have been defining success as seeing my will accomplished. I hate to admit it, but that is what I have unconsciously done.

I thought that I had learned to surrender my life to God. The truth is I had released control of now to God, but I had hung on to expectations for the future. I called it hope for the future, but it was really my expectations to see my dreams fulfilled, my expectation that God would give me what I wanted someday, since He wasn’t giving me what I wanted right now.

I didn’t think I was making deals with God, but the effect of what I was saying to Him was, “You can do what you want with my life now as long as I end up getting what I want in the end.”

Lately I have found myself feeling a great weight upon my life. I couldn’t define the burden for quite a while. I am recognizing that the weight is the burden of disappointment that God did not give me the life I wanted. Naming the feeling has lifted some of the heaviness, but I know that I need to lay this boulder down at the foot of the cross.

I have been working, striving, carrying the future on my shoulders. I am Atlas again. Every time I think I have freed myself from the habit of transporting burdens that do not belong to me I discover I am unknowing hauling around another.

I have been defining the future and success. The future belongs to God and real success is following Jesus. Real success can’t be getting what I want. I am only human, finite and limited. I want to see God’s will accomplished. That is what we are all praying in the Lord’s Prayer when we say, “Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. ”

The intellectual side of me has long known this but alas, the “practical” side of me has been trying to “manage” things that are too big for any human. I have been trying to usurp God’s role when I demand that He gave me what I want. Every year I know more than I knew the year before. Why would I demand my own way when I will learn and refine my desires over time?

Real success isn’t getting the outcome I want. Success is learning to desire God’s outcome and the faith to trust that it is better than anything I could possibly dream up myself.

How have you been defining success?
Are you learning to value God’s plan more than your own?
How has He surprised you by leading you to places that surpass any you would have thought of on your own?

Tearing Down the Walls

Tearing Down the Walls

I am struggling to accept the place that God has put me in life. I have suffered with chronic illness all my life. I don’t like to talk about it and have always felt ashamed that I could not keep up with others. Eventually I discovered what is wrong with me. I take courage and write this, I have P.O.T.S. type Dysautnomia. (I faint from being upright for too long). How long it takes has varied widely over the years.

Learning how to manage my symptoms and new medicines have made a tremendous improvement in my condition. I am in my 40′s now. (That is something I can’t believe I shared). I am finally stronger, not normal, but closer, and I want my life back; the life I never had; the life I always expected to have. I want God to give me back the years that, “the locusts ate” (Joel 2:25).That looks to be impossible from here.

My Dad is now old and has mobility issues. I have become a caregiver. I was always supposed to write. I wrote for myself, but have been too insecure to share. I have always known what I want, the struggle has been to know what God wants.

I am reluctant to write about my health problems, loneliness, struggles and challenges. I was bullied as a child, and learned to try to hide my weakens as much as possible. Now I find myself sharing my words and life as I never thought possible. I am afraid of revealing too much of myself and regretting it later.

I have many times recognized how God has taught me through the illness great truths that I would never have learned otherwise. My tendency is to focus on my self-sufficiency. God has literally knocked me flat on my back repeatedly to teach me that He is in control. I have become aware that I am nothing without Him. I try to center my whole life around Him because I have become cognizant that nothing else is as important. Yet I still struggle with wanting things my way. Progress, “imperfect progress” as Lysa Terkeurst calls it in Unglued, that is what I have made. Each day I learn more from my time in Bible study and prayer.

The value of our lives is made up in what we spend our time on. My life may not resemble my dreams, but honestly, I have devoted more time to serving my parents, sister, Church, dogs and cats than any other pursuit. It has not been about fun, financial gain, or self-serving interests. I guess, if I had to appraise my life thus far, given the health I’ve had to work with, it has been well lived. I just tend to be dissatisfied.

Which leads me to my besetting sin, I struggle with perfectionism. What I have written is never good enough because it could always be better. What I have said is never right, because I do not always speak the most loving words possible. Nothing I do will ever be enough. That is why Jesus lives. He took all my frailties to the cross. I know this and daily I grow in this knowledge. Tomorrow will be better than today. Spring has come, plants are growing, I am growing in faith. I am growing in grace. His grace is enough!

Brokenness into Beauty

Brokenness into Beauty

This has been a week of contrasts. It began with Palm Sunday. The day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem hailed as a king. “Hosanna, blessed is He who comes in the name of The Lord!” Acclaimed as a conquering hero, the Messiah, He came riding into town on a donkey. He did not ride the war-horse of a great general or leader but on a young donkey. It wasn’t quite what they had in mind.

My Palm Sunday wasn’t quite what I had anticipated either. I literally had to drag myself out of bed using every bit of self-control and will-power that I possessed, along with a good measure of grace. I did drag myself to Sunday School and Worship followed by a Resurrection Egg Hunt. That was not like me. Sunday morning has alway been one day of the week I can get up without too much trouble. Surprisingly I felt stronger at the end of the long day then I did when it began.

That is what Jesus has done. He turned the darkness into light. He converted our grief into joy. He healed our broken into beautiful. The week progressed along with a series of challenges. I witnessed beauty. I experienced pain. On Monday I spent a couple of hours on a lavish dinner of Coq au Vin, roasted new potatoes and French style green beans served with a cinnamon streusel coffee cake. By Good Friday dinner was a fried egg sandwich.

We endured deep freezes and warm sunny days. Grey days have been followed by a day where the crystalline clearness of the cerulean sky was matched only by the birds singing joyfully in branches high. Apple blossoms made it through the freeze, but the marvelous magnolias did not. Daffodils drooped low and were resurrected with the sun. The violets bloomed and I’ve had my first picked flowers of the season. What a week of contrasts I have witnessed. It is nothing like what Jesus endured. The crowds that cheered Him on Sunday were screaming, “Crucify him” on Friday.
First flowers of the season brought indoors
Daffodils
Good Friday is the day we remember what Jesus did. In taking upon Himself the worst the world could offer and by sacrificing himself he restored our broken world into its rightful place in His divine plan. He took our broken bits, the days that we have hardly climbed out of bed, and turned them into something beautiful. Because He willingly took on all that life and death could deal out, the beautiful, the glorious, the graceful, the ugly, the gruesome and the gory He made us grateful –grateful that He was able to accomplish what we could not do for ourselves.

We can live with gratitude in this beautiful world. He stopped at each step of creation and declared it good. Despite this we are not grateful as we ought to be. Rather, we focus on what we lack. We place our attention on the tragedy and the tantrums rather than the triumphs. The tree that was meant to break Him –He made beautiful. The cross was a symbol of torture, and through Him it became a symbol of strength.

Because of Good Friday we have been freed from the limitations that have been upon us since Adam and Eve first sinned in the garden. God who is infinite climbed into our lives and gave Himself up for us. The Incarnate became man, suffered and died that we might have eternal life! He secured for us a place with The Everlasting. Good Friday is good because in it we have been made into His likeness. On Easter Jesus has turned our brokenness into beauty.
Wild violets
Species tulips

Passages Through Pain

Passages Through Pain

Sitting in the dark with Jesus again,
Wondering when Life will begin.
Waiting through another migraine
Hoping it will not start once more.
When will Life finally be restored,
Full of vitality and activity?
Sitting in the dark with just my Lord.
Fighting frustration,
Too caught in thought to be bored.
Wondering the value of my life,
Grief sometimes searing like a knife
Dividing between the marrow and joints.
The Word, a comfort and also a choice.
How can I live most fully for God,
When sometimes my body won’t do what it should?
What is the value of this, little life
That looses bits and pieces amidst the strife?
How do I keep my spirit strong
In the tired waits and the bitter wrongs?
Questions not answers,
Throb with my head,
But I know who waits by my side
Through the long, dark hours,
The one who never leaves me,
In comfort embowers.
My spirit dances
Before my Lord.
Like a child with joy
Simply adored.
Knowing there is a reason
Though I haven’t the key
To unlock the answer
But that’s not for me.
He made me,
He planned this
He understands the pain
He has a purpose,
It will all come right in the end.