Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Today, as I was driving, the Lord revealed to me the fact that I was stewing about something. Since He's convicted me of stewing in the past, I immediately confessed this. He desires to hear my thoughts, my fears, my anxieties so I can leave them at His feet. He alone can take care of them anyway. What a relief! All the mental fiddling in the world will not accomplish anything. This only creates a snowball effect in my mind which makes the situation larger than reality. The sheer obedience of handing over the control is what is going to free me and eventually solve the problem. He always sends an answer when I finally let go.
In giving my day, my thoughts, and all that is left undone to Him, I release myself of burden, guilt, and wasted time. Would you, dear friends, continually remind me of this? Thanks.
Master and Lord, daily You find me giving back control because I seem to want to solve my own problems and create my own agenda. I often fail. Your servant is listening and desires to follow Your ways. (Give Mama a big hug for me on her earthly birthday!).
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Ever lose a shoe in your shoe closet? Missing mittens? Umbrellas? Hats? No job is too small for Mini-Miners :)
Lord, thank You that You give us so much scope for the imagination. There are endless things to learn about in Your world!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
But He did choose you. He loves you and knew all about who you'd be before you were born. He took you back after you fell away, just as Hosea embraced his wife after she betrayed him (read this beautiful story in the book of Hosea). His thoughts of you are precious (Psalm 139:17a). Is this deep love only for certain people? Do you get to decide who is worthy? He already made it clear in His Word that we are all unworthy without the sacrifice of Jesus to bridge the gap between us and God. If you've accepted that sacrifice, everything He offers is for you. Trust it and embrace this truth today.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
When we said, "I will", did you picture this? Things as they are? The blessings? From driving each other to university classes in the morning and taking the afternoon off to "play house" to parenting in the night watches and growing in wisdom. We were so young and idealistic. Did I even know how to be a wife? Would I have listened had anyone shown me? The matchless grace! It covers a multitude of mistakes. Thankfully, we know the One who marks our way, who buffers our straying from the straight road.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Dear, sweet Jill, when the rest of us are complaining about our circumstances, whining about our colds, nit-picking about our families, teach us to love each other, cherish each other. Teach us how to be healthy.
Continuing to lift you up for a mighty miracle.
Contented faces, joyful laughter,
Want to know God?
Want to know peace?
Spend time with His Precious Treasures
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Emily carefully unfolds each paper, Eden helping her--a tender age when eagerness wins over patience. She describes what each design is to my girl and I smile at this growing bond that is reminiscent of their older sisters, who are nine months apart. The older girls are now ten and eleven and inseparable.
We gather the "itty-bitties", as Emily calls them and I encourage her to save them in a special place. This friendship is very important and rare. Many people come from families full of good people but one holds great treasure when one finds a friend who is a true kindred spirit :)
Sunday, July 12, 2009
"It's beautiful here, and so many nice flowers. It's a wonderful day, isn't it?" I lean forward again and share my enthusiasm in the perfect weather. "Remember coming here, Grampie?" I ask as I push him along the colourful rows, antithesis to the closet-footage that houses the hospital bed, small dresser and t.v. where he spends his hours.
"Yes, yes, I do."
We glide together, his wheels and my stride, in silence for a moment. Then he thanks me for treating him like a king, for bringing him here. Tears come to my eyes and once again I lean low, place a hand on his arm, and choke out the words that my heart is swelling, "It's the least I can do for a man who cared for me my whole life, Grampie." He draws his frail and veiny hand across his chest and pats my hand.
"I always liked you. God bless you."
Gliding again, I point out an apple tree that is bearing golf ball sized fruit and he asks for one. I chuckle and pluck him an under-ripe apple, warning him it may be sour. He can't even bite into it and hands it back, telling me they're not usually ready till September. Silly me. His eyesight is deteriorating so I motion to the horses beyond the fence, hoping he can make out the large shapes but he doesn't seem to be focusing. I remind him that I used to call them sorsies when I was little and he laughs. He remembers.
Another aisle, then another, and I soak the sun and the seconds that pass. I think about the nurses who care for him daily. They wash him, feed him, require little of him. They maintain his basic needs and then walk in and out of his room as he remains curled up under a blanket, head tucked, most of the day. They don't know this man, who he was, what he has done, who he is. If they knew, would they stop and sit for a moment, laugh with him, urge him to enjoy the home's activities and not take "no" for an answer? If they thought about his four children, nine grandchildren, and nineteen great-grandchildren whom he adored and shared his life with, would they see him differently? If they knew he'd give his last dime to help a stranger and take the shirt off his ninety-two year-old back for someone in need, would they tuck him in a little tighter at night?
He interrupts my thoughts, apologizing for the trouble it's been for me to take him "outdoors like this". I stop the chair, squeeze his bony shoulders and my heart wants to keep this stray puppy. "I love you, Grampie, and I'm giving back a tiny bit of what you've given me."
"It's a wonderful day, isn't it?"
"The best." I reply.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Emily, you're becoming very particular about how your covers are placed at night and you often remain that way until morning.
Oliver, you can easily scale that gate but you finally decided to obey and stay in your room--just not in your bed!
"I will lie down and sleep in peace, for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety."