"From the rising of the sun to the place where it sets,
the name of the Lord is to be praised."
Psalm 113:3
A wrestling match--that's what it was--a battle for my mind. It was my birthday, and I had fought the tears since I opened my eyes that morning. In spite of early text greetings from Son #1 in Boston and a sweet homemade card from Son #3, I just steadily wiped away the tears while on the drive to school. I apologized to the Lord, telling Him that I knew how blessed I was, but I just missed hearing "Happy Birthday" from my dear Jim. Crying my way down a road called Brock's Gap, I stopped at the red light just a few blocks away from school. That's when the Lord clearly reminded me: "Yes, as you've been driving on Brock's Gap, I've been gathering lots of folks to stand in the gap for you today. Now you get to school and teach. I've got you!" Within moments the tears subsided. May we never discount the power of prayer! How thankful I am for those warriors who stood in that gap!
The rest of my day was showered with abundant blessings: from warm homemade scones first period to a decadent chocolate cake the last period of the day (the perks of teaching the children of friends--thank you Mary Lee and Linda!) Flowers, cards, candy, singing, more texts... and of course the Facebook messages when I got home. Then Son #2 showed up from Tuscaloosa and said he had come to take me to dinner. Oh, how my cup runneth over!
But that was only the beginning... The next afternoon two dear Hoover friends and I drove to Panama City to meet three Hattiesburg friends (the Steel Magnolias) at my brother's condo (his most gracious gift) for a celebration weekend. Glorious--the fellowship, the weather, the water, the sunsets, the seashells... The hand of God's creation was evident everywhere: the dolphins, stingrays, sandpipers, herons... even deer and raccoons (yes, in a nearby state park!) And the food! Lyle and Tina had left a delicious chocolate cake and a fresh watermelon in the frig besides the scrumptious treats everyone had brought. (These friends are all excellent cooks!) We took long walks on the beach, created "sea grass" messages on the dunes, played games, read, swam, watched some football, shared stories, laughter... The best way to describe it is "exceeding abundantly beyond all that I had asked or imagined..." Oh, yes, God is so good!
I share all of this to boast about our gracious Heavenly Father and His bountiful gifts so undeserved. Indeed He is the Giver of all things good. But as wonderful as this birthday was, I anticipate an even more marvelous celebration on December 6th, Jim's birthday.
You see, one morning this summer the Lord clearly revealed to me how to approach this potentially painful date that is centered between Thanksgiving and Christmas. (The idea resulted from a conversation with a precious young lady that He had providentially brought into my life just a few weeks before.) Probably when most of us think of Jim, the word servant comes to mind. His joy reflected in that radiant smile because he loved serving other people. As I read Galatians 5:13, "Serve one another humbly in love," that verse speaks so distinctly of Jim's life, for this was truly how he lived. So, the Lord said the best way to celebrate his life is to go out and serve on that day. I have named it "Be Someone's Gem Day" because for years I called him my gem. In my mind's eye I see people all over the country (or at least the Southeast!) carrying out acts of kindness and compassion--publicly or privately, corporately or individually, in honor of Jim and for the glory of our Lord.
Would you please pray about how the Lord would have you participate? I get so excited thinking about the possibilities, especially since December often lends itself to more obvious opportunities for service. Austin will actually be in China on a mission trip--he leaves December 2nd--so the hands and feet of Jesus could be seen/felt all over the world that day! In His grace God even showed me what I'm to do. Throughout Jim's illness (and still today) He has spoken so clearly to me through specific Scriptures. I plan to write these verses on pieces of card stock and attach them to granola bars and/or packs of peanut butter and crackers ("nabs" for all my Mississippi friends!) and place them in baskets to leave in the oncology waiting rooms at UAB and Brookwood Hospitals. These waiting rooms can be dark and difficult places where people need a word of hope and light from the Lord. Even now I'm praying that God will speak to the hearts of those who will read these verses, comforting them and offering them His peace.
So yes, my birthday celebration was a joyous occasion, and I am so grateful for the many kindnesses shown, but I eagerly look forward to Jim's birthday offering the deepest kind of joy--that which only comes from giving rather than receiving. One friend, a third grade teacher, has already decided that she will take her class to a local nursing home where her students will read Christmas stories to the residents. I love that! I really have no specific ideas what this day will look like for others, but I'm praying/trusting the Lord to make His plans clear to everyone who is led to join us. The boys and I would love to hear how this ministry comes to life. That would be our best gift of all!
"In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus Himself said, 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.''
Acts 20:35
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Be Still
"Be still and know that I am God..."
Psalm 46:10
As the mom of three active little boys, I wonder just how many times through the years I gave them "the eye" and admonished them to "Be still!" In the pew, in the barber's chair, in the waiting room, in the car... My tone of voice was probably less than pleasant, and I'm certain they felt the sting of my glare!
Yet when I read in Psalms where the Lord tells me to be still, I hear a tenderness in His tone that speaks deeply to my heart.
It seems as though life's pace accelerated exponentially as soon as school started this year: iPad training, 110 new students (and their papers), another "senior year" and all its attachments, Bible studies, youth beach retreat, Friday night football, homecoming... All of it good but in the busyness, a subtle, emerging distancing from what matters most. Oh, I've still enjoyed early mornings of sweet fellowship with our Heavenly Father, but unwavering intimacy throughout the day has been interrupted by too much activity. Everything I've read about the grieving process warns against busyness: it temporarily blankets the sadness and loss, but the pain will eventually resurface in a profound way.
I love that God created us with an inherent desire for abiding fellowship with Him. Nothing here will fill the God-sized hole that expands as we attempt to fulfill our daily tasks independent of Him. The "to do" list becomes the daily mission, overwhelming the "for Whom" these things are done. How thankful I am for this tranquil Saturday morning! As I sit here in the kitchen, instead of watching the clock and scurrying through, I can ponder the Word of the Lord and listen for His voice. Oh, I have cried big this morning--the ugly cry--a bucketful of tears perhaps--but I know that He is holding that bucket and stroking my shoulder, reminding me of His holy presence and everlasting love. He gently whispers, "I've been waiting..."
Today is the first day of autumn--a new season that simmers of cool mornings and brisk evenings. I have thanked the Lord for His relentless pursuit of my attention and affection, asking Him to forgive my busyness and redesign my "list." The world clamors for our time and can so easily engulf the only Voice that matters. Oh, how patient He must be to watch us scurry about for the less important things! I suppose because constant activity can consume our thoughts, we can suppress the heartache that might arise if given an occasion. But--in these last months I have experienced such sweet peace after head-on collisions with pain and memory. I have lived His new mercies morning by morning! Running to His arms is so much more satisfying than running to the next event. Oh, that I might be on guard and risk the tears to sit quietly before His throne!
Part of being still is allowing myself to remember. This morning I have been reminiscing on this Saturday a year ago--Jim's debut at Talladega. I'm reminded of how clearly the Lord orchestrated that day--from my friend Ali's suggestion of the racing opportunity to my brother Lyle's generosity in helping provide it. What a beautiful memory! In the midst of Jim's anguish, God blessed him with an exhilarating experience--six laps around the Nascar speedway, topping out at 172 miles an hour. I'll never forget that radiant smile when he stepped out of the car. He was beaming! And if that was his response to earthly joy, I can only imagine the brilliance of his smile today in the presence of our Savior.
And so as the leaves begin to fall and I enter this new season, I ask the Lord to slow me down. Yes, there will still be papers to grade and games to watch, but that He might slow me and show me that faithfully abiding in Him and being still before Him will bring peace that passes all understanding. How grateful I am that He doesn't speak harshly as I once did, for that demanding tone did not always assure obedience. But His invitation marked by gentleness beckons us to sit at His feet. May we all hear and abide.
"I am the vine; you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
Psalm 46:10
As the mom of three active little boys, I wonder just how many times through the years I gave them "the eye" and admonished them to "Be still!" In the pew, in the barber's chair, in the waiting room, in the car... My tone of voice was probably less than pleasant, and I'm certain they felt the sting of my glare!
Yet when I read in Psalms where the Lord tells me to be still, I hear a tenderness in His tone that speaks deeply to my heart.
It seems as though life's pace accelerated exponentially as soon as school started this year: iPad training, 110 new students (and their papers), another "senior year" and all its attachments, Bible studies, youth beach retreat, Friday night football, homecoming... All of it good but in the busyness, a subtle, emerging distancing from what matters most. Oh, I've still enjoyed early mornings of sweet fellowship with our Heavenly Father, but unwavering intimacy throughout the day has been interrupted by too much activity. Everything I've read about the grieving process warns against busyness: it temporarily blankets the sadness and loss, but the pain will eventually resurface in a profound way.
I love that God created us with an inherent desire for abiding fellowship with Him. Nothing here will fill the God-sized hole that expands as we attempt to fulfill our daily tasks independent of Him. The "to do" list becomes the daily mission, overwhelming the "for Whom" these things are done. How thankful I am for this tranquil Saturday morning! As I sit here in the kitchen, instead of watching the clock and scurrying through, I can ponder the Word of the Lord and listen for His voice. Oh, I have cried big this morning--the ugly cry--a bucketful of tears perhaps--but I know that He is holding that bucket and stroking my shoulder, reminding me of His holy presence and everlasting love. He gently whispers, "I've been waiting..."
Today is the first day of autumn--a new season that simmers of cool mornings and brisk evenings. I have thanked the Lord for His relentless pursuit of my attention and affection, asking Him to forgive my busyness and redesign my "list." The world clamors for our time and can so easily engulf the only Voice that matters. Oh, how patient He must be to watch us scurry about for the less important things! I suppose because constant activity can consume our thoughts, we can suppress the heartache that might arise if given an occasion. But--in these last months I have experienced such sweet peace after head-on collisions with pain and memory. I have lived His new mercies morning by morning! Running to His arms is so much more satisfying than running to the next event. Oh, that I might be on guard and risk the tears to sit quietly before His throne!
Part of being still is allowing myself to remember. This morning I have been reminiscing on this Saturday a year ago--Jim's debut at Talladega. I'm reminded of how clearly the Lord orchestrated that day--from my friend Ali's suggestion of the racing opportunity to my brother Lyle's generosity in helping provide it. What a beautiful memory! In the midst of Jim's anguish, God blessed him with an exhilarating experience--six laps around the Nascar speedway, topping out at 172 miles an hour. I'll never forget that radiant smile when he stepped out of the car. He was beaming! And if that was his response to earthly joy, I can only imagine the brilliance of his smile today in the presence of our Savior.
And so as the leaves begin to fall and I enter this new season, I ask the Lord to slow me down. Yes, there will still be papers to grade and games to watch, but that He might slow me and show me that faithfully abiding in Him and being still before Him will bring peace that passes all understanding. How grateful I am that He doesn't speak harshly as I once did, for that demanding tone did not always assure obedience. But His invitation marked by gentleness beckons us to sit at His feet. May we all hear and abide.
"I am the vine; you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing." (John 15:5)
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The First Two Words
"The LORD is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in Him, and I am helped.
My heart leaps for joy
and I will give thanks to Him in song."
Psalm 28:7
One of those heartwarming moments as a parent is the first time you hear your toddler say "tank u" to someone without any prompting. These two words are among the first that we teach our children, for we know that gratitude is indeed sweet music. "Magic words" we call them as they reflect humility and kindness and respect. The other night I delighted in hearing echoes of "thank you" from a houseful of teenagers who had enjoyed Butterfinger ice cream and just a place to hang out together the night before senior year would begin. How beautiful to hear them graciously and freely offer their gratitude. Indeed an endearing melody.
How much more then does our Heavenly Father delight in our expressions of thankfulness? Countless passages in Scripture refer to giving thanks to the Lord and coming before Him with a heart of thanksgiving. We are commanded to give thanks. Some days, of course, this is easier than others. But always, we can give thanks--even from the valley. We just have to look up and see Him. I am learning to practice daily gratitude and discovering the fruit of joy.
I love to think about Jesus as the One Who was, Who is, and Who is to come. He has always been and will always be. He is the constant among the chaos, the Rock amid the restlessness. As I've been reading and considering all that I have to be thankful for, I decided to make a plan: thank Him every day for something that was, something that is, and something that is to come. Always I am most grateful for my relationship with Him, for the Father's pursuit of me to follow His Son. This thank you is foremost every day--sometimes most especially on my "crying out" days-- for without this relationship life has no purpose, no hope. And so I thank my Heavenly Father for Jesus, for His life and death and resurrection. This intimate relationship is the centerpiece for daily living. For this I am eternally grateful.
But David reminds us in Psalm 143:5 to remember and meditate on all the works that the Lord has done for us and to consider what His hands have done.
He molded and designed our families--how thankful I am for my years with Jim, the blessing of three children, and his powerful influence in shaping our boys. That each of them has a personal relationship with their Heavenly Father as they grieve the loss of their dad. I am grateful for their summer work--doors that the Lord Himself opened--their experiences and growth. For a profession that I love, the many students that I've had the privilege to teach, for the part-time positions that enabled me to stay at home those years--the Lord's hand fashioned it all. That's just a tiny sampling of remembrance of all He has done for me.
For today I thank Him for a new group of students--already dear to me after only a week. They are courteous and respectful, and "thank you" seems to be a common phrase among them. I am thankful for the Lord's sustaining grace as I made it through Open House last night--the anniversary of the dreaded news. I am grateful for the boys' good health and their drive and commitment to the tasks before them--Austin with IMAX, Caleb as a senior at Alabama, and Hunter as a senior at Hoover. For my church and family and compassionate friends and faithful prayer warriors I am oh, so thankful. My cup runneth over.
So what is to come? The only thing I know for certain is heaven--a glorious reunion one day with my beloved Jim! But I thank the Lord for the hope I have in Him that I need not worry about tomorrow since He is already there. I thank Him in advance for the daughters-in-law that I have been long praying for, and oh, yes, for those yet nameless precious grandchildren. For how He is going to work in and through these boys for His kingdom's glory I give thanks. So much more...
Pondering the gifts makes thanksgiving flow naturally. The Lord is good, and He has done great things. He is absolutely worthy of our praise. So as "tank u" was among the first two words we taught our children, now I am practicing "thank you" as the first two words when I open my eyes each morning. Yes, even on the darkest days there is much to be thankful for. In a word--JESUS.
"In every thing give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
1 Thessalonians 5:18
my heart trusts in Him, and I am helped.
My heart leaps for joy
and I will give thanks to Him in song."
Psalm 28:7
One of those heartwarming moments as a parent is the first time you hear your toddler say "tank u" to someone without any prompting. These two words are among the first that we teach our children, for we know that gratitude is indeed sweet music. "Magic words" we call them as they reflect humility and kindness and respect. The other night I delighted in hearing echoes of "thank you" from a houseful of teenagers who had enjoyed Butterfinger ice cream and just a place to hang out together the night before senior year would begin. How beautiful to hear them graciously and freely offer their gratitude. Indeed an endearing melody.
How much more then does our Heavenly Father delight in our expressions of thankfulness? Countless passages in Scripture refer to giving thanks to the Lord and coming before Him with a heart of thanksgiving. We are commanded to give thanks. Some days, of course, this is easier than others. But always, we can give thanks--even from the valley. We just have to look up and see Him. I am learning to practice daily gratitude and discovering the fruit of joy.
I love to think about Jesus as the One Who was, Who is, and Who is to come. He has always been and will always be. He is the constant among the chaos, the Rock amid the restlessness. As I've been reading and considering all that I have to be thankful for, I decided to make a plan: thank Him every day for something that was, something that is, and something that is to come. Always I am most grateful for my relationship with Him, for the Father's pursuit of me to follow His Son. This thank you is foremost every day--sometimes most especially on my "crying out" days-- for without this relationship life has no purpose, no hope. And so I thank my Heavenly Father for Jesus, for His life and death and resurrection. This intimate relationship is the centerpiece for daily living. For this I am eternally grateful.
But David reminds us in Psalm 143:5 to remember and meditate on all the works that the Lord has done for us and to consider what His hands have done.
He molded and designed our families--how thankful I am for my years with Jim, the blessing of three children, and his powerful influence in shaping our boys. That each of them has a personal relationship with their Heavenly Father as they grieve the loss of their dad. I am grateful for their summer work--doors that the Lord Himself opened--their experiences and growth. For a profession that I love, the many students that I've had the privilege to teach, for the part-time positions that enabled me to stay at home those years--the Lord's hand fashioned it all. That's just a tiny sampling of remembrance of all He has done for me.
For today I thank Him for a new group of students--already dear to me after only a week. They are courteous and respectful, and "thank you" seems to be a common phrase among them. I am thankful for the Lord's sustaining grace as I made it through Open House last night--the anniversary of the dreaded news. I am grateful for the boys' good health and their drive and commitment to the tasks before them--Austin with IMAX, Caleb as a senior at Alabama, and Hunter as a senior at Hoover. For my church and family and compassionate friends and faithful prayer warriors I am oh, so thankful. My cup runneth over.
So what is to come? The only thing I know for certain is heaven--a glorious reunion one day with my beloved Jim! But I thank the Lord for the hope I have in Him that I need not worry about tomorrow since He is already there. I thank Him in advance for the daughters-in-law that I have been long praying for, and oh, yes, for those yet nameless precious grandchildren. For how He is going to work in and through these boys for His kingdom's glory I give thanks. So much more...
Pondering the gifts makes thanksgiving flow naturally. The Lord is good, and He has done great things. He is absolutely worthy of our praise. So as "tank u" was among the first two words we taught our children, now I am practicing "thank you" as the first two words when I open my eyes each morning. Yes, even on the darkest days there is much to be thankful for. In a word--JESUS.
"In every thing give thanks, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
1 Thessalonians 5:18
Friday, August 3, 2012
The Splendor of Creation
"The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge."
Psalm 19:1-2
For the past several years one of our end-of-summer traditions has been spending a few days at Seagrove Beach. I'm so thankful that the boys still wanted to go this year and were able to work out their schedules to make the trip possible. We chose a place at Seagrove where we had never stayed before, following much of what I've read about the need to blend the old with the new. This beach is just a favorite spot along 30A that offers great bike paths, not quite so crowded beach time, and a quaint, friendly atmosphere that's a bit slower paced than many beaches in the area. We've gathered many memories here. The beach means sunshine, a good book, a shrimp po-boy, and hanging out with my boys who can always make me laugh. I also love the beach because it speaks so clearly of our Creator.
Early mornings are probably my favorite time of all. I gather the essentials-- my Bible, devotionals, journal, pen, and cup of coffee--and head to the balcony. The concert of waves crashing is sweet background as I read and meditate on God's message for the day. I stare in wonder at the vastness of it all--this beautiful sanctuary that will soon transform into a giant playground for both young and old. As always, morning walks were daily rituals for me while the boys enjoyed sleeping in. The Lord is so gracious to remind me of His presence at times when Jim's absence is so deeply pronounced. With every sunbeam, every whitecap, every seagull--I was assured that He was right beside me whispering, "This is My creation for you to enjoy. I am here with you holding your hand. I will not leave you." His peace prevailed over my would-be loneliness.
One morning I awakened to an ominous dark cloud that seemed to blanket the entire sky. Clearly a storm was imminent, but what an eerily beautiful sight this was as a thin line of blue sky separated the enormous cloud from the vast expanse of the Gulf. A thunderstorm erupted not long after as lightning lit up the sky and thunder boomed in the distance. The rain pelted down for a couple of hours, followed by intermittent light drizzling. (We were thankful for the televised Olympics and Caleb's new movie game Pass the Popcorn!) By late afternoon the sun peered out again, and I headed to the beach for my daily stroll. What a wonderful surprise as I found a sand dollar and a handful of unique shells! (Until then the area had been virtually barren of any shells.) The Creator's reminder: I will give you unexpected treasures after the storm--just remain thankful for the many blessings you already have. I was almost giddy as I came in to share with the boys my beach bounty and lesson gleaned.
But our Creator had an even more beautiful surprise waiting yesterday morning. I ventured out about 7:30 and had walked about a mile eastward when a light rain began to fall. I turned around and within a few minutes it began to appear--a magnificent rainbow! Within a few moments it stretched across the entire horizon. I'm not sure if I had ever seen one complete from end to end as the bottom of both sides slipped into the water. In awe I stopped abruptly and began snapping pictures. Then I wept. Right there on the beach. Tears of gratitude flowed freely as I thanked our Creator for such a beautiful gift--another reminder that breathtaking beauty can indeed follow the rain. For me rainbows inspire remembrance of all of God's promises and His faithfulness to keep them. What timely reassurance!
Now the funny part:
I desperately wanted to share this wonderful gift with the boys so I literally sprinted to the condo (even forgetting to wash off my sandy feet!) I burst in shouting, "Hurry! You've got to see...out here... rainbow...Come quick!" They stumbled from their beds to the balcony, squinting and rubbing their eyes and mumbling, "What? Oh, yeah, that's nice." Unfortunately, I had forgotten that boys/men (especially those under 25) don't get nearly as excited about rainbows as their maybe a bit overzealous mom. Later in the day this episode prompted much laughter as they shared their versions of my wake up call. Apparently in their deep slumber they missed the word "rainbow." Their ideas: "I thought there was a beached whale out there!" "I thought the place was on fire!" "I thought the Lord Himself had returned!" I'm thinking this story will linger for a while in our family history--especially with the boys' animation of my grand entrance and announcement!
A gorgeous sunset closed the day, and a brilliant full moon illuminated the sea that night. Oh, the wonder of it all! Such majesty is beyond words. Then I pondered how there is no language barrier in creation. God's handiwork speaks to all, declaring His power and glory. What an awesome God we serve!
And so we have returned home--refreshed and ready for a new school year, new adventures, new goals--reminded again how great is the Father's love for us. He has intricately designed such grandeur--and yet He intimately cares for each of us. How grateful I am that He would allow us this time together to enjoy His marvelous creation and the blessings of laughter and family.
"When I consider Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You have set in place,
what is man that You are mindful of him,
the son of man that You care for him?"
Psalm 8:3-4
the skies proclaim the work of His hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge."
Psalm 19:1-2
For the past several years one of our end-of-summer traditions has been spending a few days at Seagrove Beach. I'm so thankful that the boys still wanted to go this year and were able to work out their schedules to make the trip possible. We chose a place at Seagrove where we had never stayed before, following much of what I've read about the need to blend the old with the new. This beach is just a favorite spot along 30A that offers great bike paths, not quite so crowded beach time, and a quaint, friendly atmosphere that's a bit slower paced than many beaches in the area. We've gathered many memories here. The beach means sunshine, a good book, a shrimp po-boy, and hanging out with my boys who can always make me laugh. I also love the beach because it speaks so clearly of our Creator.
Early mornings are probably my favorite time of all. I gather the essentials-- my Bible, devotionals, journal, pen, and cup of coffee--and head to the balcony. The concert of waves crashing is sweet background as I read and meditate on God's message for the day. I stare in wonder at the vastness of it all--this beautiful sanctuary that will soon transform into a giant playground for both young and old. As always, morning walks were daily rituals for me while the boys enjoyed sleeping in. The Lord is so gracious to remind me of His presence at times when Jim's absence is so deeply pronounced. With every sunbeam, every whitecap, every seagull--I was assured that He was right beside me whispering, "This is My creation for you to enjoy. I am here with you holding your hand. I will not leave you." His peace prevailed over my would-be loneliness.
One morning I awakened to an ominous dark cloud that seemed to blanket the entire sky. Clearly a storm was imminent, but what an eerily beautiful sight this was as a thin line of blue sky separated the enormous cloud from the vast expanse of the Gulf. A thunderstorm erupted not long after as lightning lit up the sky and thunder boomed in the distance. The rain pelted down for a couple of hours, followed by intermittent light drizzling. (We were thankful for the televised Olympics and Caleb's new movie game Pass the Popcorn!) By late afternoon the sun peered out again, and I headed to the beach for my daily stroll. What a wonderful surprise as I found a sand dollar and a handful of unique shells! (Until then the area had been virtually barren of any shells.) The Creator's reminder: I will give you unexpected treasures after the storm--just remain thankful for the many blessings you already have. I was almost giddy as I came in to share with the boys my beach bounty and lesson gleaned.
But our Creator had an even more beautiful surprise waiting yesterday morning. I ventured out about 7:30 and had walked about a mile eastward when a light rain began to fall. I turned around and within a few minutes it began to appear--a magnificent rainbow! Within a few moments it stretched across the entire horizon. I'm not sure if I had ever seen one complete from end to end as the bottom of both sides slipped into the water. In awe I stopped abruptly and began snapping pictures. Then I wept. Right there on the beach. Tears of gratitude flowed freely as I thanked our Creator for such a beautiful gift--another reminder that breathtaking beauty can indeed follow the rain. For me rainbows inspire remembrance of all of God's promises and His faithfulness to keep them. What timely reassurance!
Now the funny part:
I desperately wanted to share this wonderful gift with the boys so I literally sprinted to the condo (even forgetting to wash off my sandy feet!) I burst in shouting, "Hurry! You've got to see...out here... rainbow...Come quick!" They stumbled from their beds to the balcony, squinting and rubbing their eyes and mumbling, "What? Oh, yeah, that's nice." Unfortunately, I had forgotten that boys/men (especially those under 25) don't get nearly as excited about rainbows as their maybe a bit overzealous mom. Later in the day this episode prompted much laughter as they shared their versions of my wake up call. Apparently in their deep slumber they missed the word "rainbow." Their ideas: "I thought there was a beached whale out there!" "I thought the place was on fire!" "I thought the Lord Himself had returned!" I'm thinking this story will linger for a while in our family history--especially with the boys' animation of my grand entrance and announcement!
A gorgeous sunset closed the day, and a brilliant full moon illuminated the sea that night. Oh, the wonder of it all! Such majesty is beyond words. Then I pondered how there is no language barrier in creation. God's handiwork speaks to all, declaring His power and glory. What an awesome God we serve!
And so we have returned home--refreshed and ready for a new school year, new adventures, new goals--reminded again how great is the Father's love for us. He has intricately designed such grandeur--and yet He intimately cares for each of us. How grateful I am that He would allow us this time together to enjoy His marvelous creation and the blessings of laughter and family.
"When I consider Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You have set in place,
what is man that You are mindful of him,
the son of man that You care for him?"
Psalm 8:3-4
Sunday, July 22, 2012
The Bread of Life
"They are not just idle words for you--they are your life."
Deuteronomy 32:47
Last month I had the privilege of chaperoning Chi Alpha choir tour/mission trip to New Orleans. For several years this trip has been one of the highlights of summer for our family. On four charter buses, about 150 excited high school students and 40-something brave adults loaded up for a week of missions and concerts. Among the different mission sites was First Baptist Church Belle Chase, where my group had the opportunity to help with Vacation Bible School.
I do so love VBS and the joy of teaching children about Christ's love. As Kristin, Madison, Olivia--the sweet XA youth in my group-- and I decorated the room that Sunday afternoon, we prayed for the children that would come on Monday. We were thrilled when they began scrambling in to our assigned pews in the sanctuary the next morning. Quickly we began to learn a bit about these eight 5th graders: although almost all had lived in this south Louisiana suburb for most of their lives, only two were actually members of this church. Most only attended a church occasionally. Their lives were loaded with stuff: iPhones (yes, 5th graders!), BMX bikes, four wheelers, video games, clothes, jewelry... One boy openly admitted, "I'm spoiled rotten. I get pretty much anything I ask for." But to our utter dismay, we discovered that four of these precious children did not have the most important possession of all--a Bible.
Perhaps I grieved so deeply over this because of where I am right now. The verse from Deuteronomy says it all--God's Word is indeed my daily sustenance. There are mornings when the darkness seems overwhelming; I open up my Bible and find light and hope. "For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, 'Do not fear; I will help you.'" (Isaiah 41:13) On days that loneliness creeps in, His Word assures me, "You are mine... I will be with you" (Isaiah 43:1-2). When I feel weak and confused, His words offer strength and peace. "Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28) His Word reminds me that worship will overcome worry and praise will conquer self-pity. These verses speak the very voice of the Lord. Oh, not to have His Word would be devastating--indeed it is life!
That very night one of our staff members graciously made a Walmart run and purchased some Bibles for these children. What a delight for us to be able to give them the most important book they will ever have! But the best part of all was seeing their gratitude and eagerness to find out what it said. The more we read, the more questions they asked. "How can God be everywhere at once?" "What is the difference between God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit?" "How do you know that God is real?" "Are there still prophets today?" "Why does God let bad things happen?" What a thrill to hear them seeking answers! Oh, how I prayed that the Lord would give us the right words--through His Word--to respond. These children seemed so hungry, perhaps just beginning to realize that none of their "stuff" was truly satisfying. There must be more...
We were overjoyed one morning when one of the boys told us that he had prayed to accept Christ at his home the night before. Smiling broadly, Michael announced, "I've been reading my new Bible too. Should I start at the beginning? Last night I was reading in Genesis." Oh, to observe that kind of zeal for the Word--the freshness of its truth, the pursuit of its life-changing power--was a delight. As we said our goodbyes at the community block party on Saturday, our group committed to continue praying for these endearing boys and girls--primarily that God would continue to draw Himself unto them through the treasure of His Word.
Although there are several devotionals that I enjoy reading, none compare to God's Holy Word. It is within these pages that I hear His voice of comfort and sense the Spirit's movement in my heart. Such grace! I love the phrase from 2 Timothy 3:16 that says, "All Scripture is God-breathed..." Some mornings I can almost sense His breath upon me. Surely there is no greater comfort...
"Your statutes are my delight;
they are my counselors."
Psalm 119:24
* Just had a random thought: Since I'm a devoted "Words with Friends" fan, maybe a new name for our Sunday night ladies' Bible study: "His Word with Friends"!
Deuteronomy 32:47
Last month I had the privilege of chaperoning Chi Alpha choir tour/mission trip to New Orleans. For several years this trip has been one of the highlights of summer for our family. On four charter buses, about 150 excited high school students and 40-something brave adults loaded up for a week of missions and concerts. Among the different mission sites was First Baptist Church Belle Chase, where my group had the opportunity to help with Vacation Bible School.
I do so love VBS and the joy of teaching children about Christ's love. As Kristin, Madison, Olivia--the sweet XA youth in my group-- and I decorated the room that Sunday afternoon, we prayed for the children that would come on Monday. We were thrilled when they began scrambling in to our assigned pews in the sanctuary the next morning. Quickly we began to learn a bit about these eight 5th graders: although almost all had lived in this south Louisiana suburb for most of their lives, only two were actually members of this church. Most only attended a church occasionally. Their lives were loaded with stuff: iPhones (yes, 5th graders!), BMX bikes, four wheelers, video games, clothes, jewelry... One boy openly admitted, "I'm spoiled rotten. I get pretty much anything I ask for." But to our utter dismay, we discovered that four of these precious children did not have the most important possession of all--a Bible.
Perhaps I grieved so deeply over this because of where I am right now. The verse from Deuteronomy says it all--God's Word is indeed my daily sustenance. There are mornings when the darkness seems overwhelming; I open up my Bible and find light and hope. "For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, 'Do not fear; I will help you.'" (Isaiah 41:13) On days that loneliness creeps in, His Word assures me, "You are mine... I will be with you" (Isaiah 43:1-2). When I feel weak and confused, His words offer strength and peace. "Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." (Matthew 11:28) His Word reminds me that worship will overcome worry and praise will conquer self-pity. These verses speak the very voice of the Lord. Oh, not to have His Word would be devastating--indeed it is life!
That very night one of our staff members graciously made a Walmart run and purchased some Bibles for these children. What a delight for us to be able to give them the most important book they will ever have! But the best part of all was seeing their gratitude and eagerness to find out what it said. The more we read, the more questions they asked. "How can God be everywhere at once?" "What is the difference between God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit?" "How do you know that God is real?" "Are there still prophets today?" "Why does God let bad things happen?" What a thrill to hear them seeking answers! Oh, how I prayed that the Lord would give us the right words--through His Word--to respond. These children seemed so hungry, perhaps just beginning to realize that none of their "stuff" was truly satisfying. There must be more...
We were overjoyed one morning when one of the boys told us that he had prayed to accept Christ at his home the night before. Smiling broadly, Michael announced, "I've been reading my new Bible too. Should I start at the beginning? Last night I was reading in Genesis." Oh, to observe that kind of zeal for the Word--the freshness of its truth, the pursuit of its life-changing power--was a delight. As we said our goodbyes at the community block party on Saturday, our group committed to continue praying for these endearing boys and girls--primarily that God would continue to draw Himself unto them through the treasure of His Word.
Although there are several devotionals that I enjoy reading, none compare to God's Holy Word. It is within these pages that I hear His voice of comfort and sense the Spirit's movement in my heart. Such grace! I love the phrase from 2 Timothy 3:16 that says, "All Scripture is God-breathed..." Some mornings I can almost sense His breath upon me. Surely there is no greater comfort...
"Your statutes are my delight;
they are my counselors."
Psalm 119:24
* Just had a random thought: Since I'm a devoted "Words with Friends" fan, maybe a new name for our Sunday night ladies' Bible study: "His Word with Friends"!
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Lincoln and Laughter
"A cheerful heart is good medicine..."
Proverbs 17:22
One afternoon in late spring Caleb called from the Tuscaloosa animal rescue shelter to ask for my approval/permission to get a dog. He used his best lobbying efforts: "He's a boxer like Maggie and my roommates are here with me and we all think he'll make a great pet and we're all going to pitch in for dog food..." In a weak moment I said, "Oh, why not?" forgetting that when Son #2 moved home for the summer he would also bring his new companion. His name is Lincoln, and we're trying to convince him that he is not the President and this is not his White House.
You see Maggie, our seven year old boxer, has been queen of this home since she was 8 weeks old. Having full reign, she has never learned (or needed to) about sharing her space, her toys, her backyard, or her family. All belonged to her and she was good with that. Enter an enthusiastic (perhaps somewhat eccentric) 1 1/2 year old puppy (part boxer/part gazelle/part giraffe) who is taller than she and has springs in his legs. It wasn't pretty--snarling, growling, bouncing, wrestling... After the first few days, I was certain that somebody was not going to make it.
Tension was high. Clearly there was an "our dog" vs. "your dog" mind set as we attempted to restore peace. "He was biting her ear!" "She jumped on him first!" We have swatted with rolled newspaper and raised our voices more than once. (At times I thought I was revisiting the boys' childhood days!) Gradually though, we began to see signs of emerging congeniality. The growling subsided and the wrestling became more playful. Now, only a few weeks later, these dogs entertain us. They "box" relentlessly, and the rope toy has become a tug-of-war favorite as they vigorously tussle then collapse for a nap side by side.
Even still we have some training to do. Linc greets our guests by leaping/bouncing on them and licking them with his giraffe-like tongue. He's quite fond of food--beyond the Kibbles and Chunks we offer him. He has taken out two raw hamburger patties, a plate of homemade teacakes, an 8-pack of hamburger buns, two sticks of butter, a slice of pizza, and a fresh peach. Needless to say we no longer leave anything on the kitchen counter unattended! These antics have proved frustrating, but they have also provided laughter--much needed cheer.
Around the Fourth of July table as we were sharing Linc's latest escapades, Jim's dad shared his own dog stories from years past. We laughed--belly laughed at times (especially about the hounds that swiped the neighbors' steaks off their grill) and were so thankful. What a joyful sound! Some time ago I read, "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." That laughter felt so good... down to our toes good.
On Father's Day last month I was especially grateful for Sarah Young's devotion about laughter in Jesus Calling:
"Laughter lightens your load and lifts your heart into heavenly places. Your
laughter rises to heaven and blends with angelic melodies of praise. Just as
parents delight in the laughter of their children, so I delight in hearing My
children laugh. I rejoice when you trust Me enough to enjoy your life
lightheartedly."
What a beautiful picture! That melody of a child's laugh is contagious, and there has been a lot of laughter in our home through the years. Few people I have known loved to laugh and make people laugh as Jim did. His quick wit was his trademark as he loved to kindle smiles and lighten moods. Just last Father's Day we gave him a new bathing suit which he immediately slipped on over his dress pants for the annual photo with the boys. No need to say, "Smile!" for that pose!
I am so thankful that each of the boys has been blessed with some of that Gibson wit. To know that the Lord is delighted to hear us laugh encourages us to find humor in our days--even if the source is a sometimes out-of-control rescue dog. So even though Caleb's/our new boxer has created some, umm... problems, he has made us laugh--even almost howl at times. Surely this is good medicine.
"Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy."
Psalm 126:2
Proverbs 17:22
One afternoon in late spring Caleb called from the Tuscaloosa animal rescue shelter to ask for my approval/permission to get a dog. He used his best lobbying efforts: "He's a boxer like Maggie and my roommates are here with me and we all think he'll make a great pet and we're all going to pitch in for dog food..." In a weak moment I said, "Oh, why not?" forgetting that when Son #2 moved home for the summer he would also bring his new companion. His name is Lincoln, and we're trying to convince him that he is not the President and this is not his White House.
You see Maggie, our seven year old boxer, has been queen of this home since she was 8 weeks old. Having full reign, she has never learned (or needed to) about sharing her space, her toys, her backyard, or her family. All belonged to her and she was good with that. Enter an enthusiastic (perhaps somewhat eccentric) 1 1/2 year old puppy (part boxer/part gazelle/part giraffe) who is taller than she and has springs in his legs. It wasn't pretty--snarling, growling, bouncing, wrestling... After the first few days, I was certain that somebody was not going to make it.
Tension was high. Clearly there was an "our dog" vs. "your dog" mind set as we attempted to restore peace. "He was biting her ear!" "She jumped on him first!" We have swatted with rolled newspaper and raised our voices more than once. (At times I thought I was revisiting the boys' childhood days!) Gradually though, we began to see signs of emerging congeniality. The growling subsided and the wrestling became more playful. Now, only a few weeks later, these dogs entertain us. They "box" relentlessly, and the rope toy has become a tug-of-war favorite as they vigorously tussle then collapse for a nap side by side.
Even still we have some training to do. Linc greets our guests by leaping/bouncing on them and licking them with his giraffe-like tongue. He's quite fond of food--beyond the Kibbles and Chunks we offer him. He has taken out two raw hamburger patties, a plate of homemade teacakes, an 8-pack of hamburger buns, two sticks of butter, a slice of pizza, and a fresh peach. Needless to say we no longer leave anything on the kitchen counter unattended! These antics have proved frustrating, but they have also provided laughter--much needed cheer.
Around the Fourth of July table as we were sharing Linc's latest escapades, Jim's dad shared his own dog stories from years past. We laughed--belly laughed at times (especially about the hounds that swiped the neighbors' steaks off their grill) and were so thankful. What a joyful sound! Some time ago I read, "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." That laughter felt so good... down to our toes good.
On Father's Day last month I was especially grateful for Sarah Young's devotion about laughter in Jesus Calling:
"Laughter lightens your load and lifts your heart into heavenly places. Your
laughter rises to heaven and blends with angelic melodies of praise. Just as
parents delight in the laughter of their children, so I delight in hearing My
children laugh. I rejoice when you trust Me enough to enjoy your life
lightheartedly."
What a beautiful picture! That melody of a child's laugh is contagious, and there has been a lot of laughter in our home through the years. Few people I have known loved to laugh and make people laugh as Jim did. His quick wit was his trademark as he loved to kindle smiles and lighten moods. Just last Father's Day we gave him a new bathing suit which he immediately slipped on over his dress pants for the annual photo with the boys. No need to say, "Smile!" for that pose!
I am so thankful that each of the boys has been blessed with some of that Gibson wit. To know that the Lord is delighted to hear us laugh encourages us to find humor in our days--even if the source is a sometimes out-of-control rescue dog. So even though Caleb's/our new boxer has created some, umm... problems, he has made us laugh--even almost howl at times. Surely this is good medicine.
"Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy."
Psalm 126:2
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Wellspring
"O God, You are my God,
earnestly I seek You;
my soul thirsts for You,
my body longs for You,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water."
Psalm 63:1
In these blazing hot days with temperatures hovering around 100 degrees, we become more aware of the preciousness of water. Sprinkling our parched lawns and weary gardens, splashing in the neighborhood swimming pool, guzzling a bottled water after a short walk or workout--we are grateful for water that offers cooling refreshment to the earth, the flowers, and our bodies. Where do we go when we want to get away and be refreshed? Most often we seek the water--lakes, oceans, rivers, or maybe just a pond for fishing. Water invites us to relax, enjoy, and rest. Is it any wonder? Genesis 1:2 says, "Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters." Alas! This enchantment with water is perhaps our inherent desire to be near Him! Surely we are awed by His creation as we watch the timeless waves gently lap against the shore or as we see mirror images of surrounding giant oaks and pines in the glass surface of the lake. Yes, He is still hovering there, and in Him there is enjoyment and rest and peace.
But we can't always get to the beach or the lake or the river. Recently I saw a t-shirt featuring beach chairs and the phrase, "Gotta be near the water." What truth! Indeed God designed us to be "near the water," but not necessarily the Gulf of Mexico or Smith Lake. The water He had in mind is the Living Water--Himself--and that's available any time anywhere. I love the description in Jeremiah as God calls Himself "the fountain of living water." Fountains just keep flowing, the source for the stream of water. He is our source for life abundant as He wants us to have. Wasn't that one of our favorite songs as children? "Deep and wide, deep and wide--there's a fountain flowing deep and wide..." Jesus shares with the woman at the well: "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." (John 4:13) Isn't that comforting in this dry and weary land? There is water that will forever quench this longing. Only Jesus Himself, the Living Water, will satisfy.
The U.S. Forestry Service survival training guide suggests that three days without water is a "serious threat to survival." I think they're on to something. If we go three days without at least sipping the Living Water, we could be in deep trouble. If we choose to soak in it, devouring it, we will find peace--a gracious gift. "Taste and see that the Lord is good." (Psalm 34:8) That begins with "being still" time in His Word. Oh, the sweltering heat may persist, and we Southern ladies may be glistening on the outside, but that won't affect us on the inside, for that Fountain flows deep and wide. These lyrics from one of my favorite songs, "There is a Fountain," capture it all:
"Who on earth can satisfy my soul
Who on earth can comfort me and love me like You do,
Who on earth can be more faithful and true
I will trust in You; I will trust in You, my God.
There is a fountain
Who is a King
Victorious Warrior and Lord of everything
My Rock, My Shelter
My very own
Precious Redeemer who reigns upon the throne.
Who could ever be more faithful and true
Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus,
Lord Jesus; there's none like You."
Yes, we do still seek a Dasani or a water fountain on a hot day, and we're thankful for that refreshment. But one day we know that won't be necessary as we stand in the very presence of the Fountain who is King. Amen and amen!
"Never again will they hunger;
never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat upon them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their Shepherd;
He will lead them to springs of living water.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."
Revelation 7:16-17
earnestly I seek You;
my soul thirsts for You,
my body longs for You,
in a dry and weary land
where there is no water."
Psalm 63:1
In these blazing hot days with temperatures hovering around 100 degrees, we become more aware of the preciousness of water. Sprinkling our parched lawns and weary gardens, splashing in the neighborhood swimming pool, guzzling a bottled water after a short walk or workout--we are grateful for water that offers cooling refreshment to the earth, the flowers, and our bodies. Where do we go when we want to get away and be refreshed? Most often we seek the water--lakes, oceans, rivers, or maybe just a pond for fishing. Water invites us to relax, enjoy, and rest. Is it any wonder? Genesis 1:2 says, "Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters." Alas! This enchantment with water is perhaps our inherent desire to be near Him! Surely we are awed by His creation as we watch the timeless waves gently lap against the shore or as we see mirror images of surrounding giant oaks and pines in the glass surface of the lake. Yes, He is still hovering there, and in Him there is enjoyment and rest and peace.
But we can't always get to the beach or the lake or the river. Recently I saw a t-shirt featuring beach chairs and the phrase, "Gotta be near the water." What truth! Indeed God designed us to be "near the water," but not necessarily the Gulf of Mexico or Smith Lake. The water He had in mind is the Living Water--Himself--and that's available any time anywhere. I love the description in Jeremiah as God calls Himself "the fountain of living water." Fountains just keep flowing, the source for the stream of water. He is our source for life abundant as He wants us to have. Wasn't that one of our favorite songs as children? "Deep and wide, deep and wide--there's a fountain flowing deep and wide..." Jesus shares with the woman at the well: "Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life." (John 4:13) Isn't that comforting in this dry and weary land? There is water that will forever quench this longing. Only Jesus Himself, the Living Water, will satisfy.
The U.S. Forestry Service survival training guide suggests that three days without water is a "serious threat to survival." I think they're on to something. If we go three days without at least sipping the Living Water, we could be in deep trouble. If we choose to soak in it, devouring it, we will find peace--a gracious gift. "Taste and see that the Lord is good." (Psalm 34:8) That begins with "being still" time in His Word. Oh, the sweltering heat may persist, and we Southern ladies may be glistening on the outside, but that won't affect us on the inside, for that Fountain flows deep and wide. These lyrics from one of my favorite songs, "There is a Fountain," capture it all:
"Who on earth can satisfy my soul
Who on earth can comfort me and love me like You do,
Who on earth can be more faithful and true
I will trust in You; I will trust in You, my God.
There is a fountain
Who is a King
Victorious Warrior and Lord of everything
My Rock, My Shelter
My very own
Precious Redeemer who reigns upon the throne.
Who could ever be more faithful and true
Lord Jesus, Lord Jesus,
Lord Jesus; there's none like You."
Yes, we do still seek a Dasani or a water fountain on a hot day, and we're thankful for that refreshment. But one day we know that won't be necessary as we stand in the very presence of the Fountain who is King. Amen and amen!
"Never again will they hunger;
never again will they thirst.
The sun will not beat upon them,
nor any scorching heat.
For the Lamb at the center of the throne will be their Shepherd;
He will lead them to springs of living water.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes."
Revelation 7:16-17
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