"I remember the days of long ago
I meditate on all Your works
and consider what Your hands have done."
Psalm 143:5
Last summer when we learned that our students would be getting iPads this school year, I began to reflect on my early days of teaching and all the changes that have evolved during these thirty plus years. (Can I really be that old?) My first teaching position was at a small private school in south Louisiana--a three-story transformed women's college that had limited resources. After I was hired, my principal handed me four books--a 9th and 12th grade literature book and a 9th and 12th grade grammar book--all student editions. He smiled and said, "Good luck--now go teach!" Yes, these four books comprised my curriculum materials; thus, I spent most evenings writing/typing on the purple ditto masters and scurrying in the next morning to literally "crank out" the copies. My classroom was on the third floor so "Miss Walker" got plenty of exercise. How many mornings I remember praying with each step that the Lord would equip me to do what I knew He had called me to do. As always, He was faithful--although I probably learned more in those two years than my students did!
In the fall of 1983 He led me to a public school in south Mississippi. How thrilled I was that we had a real copy machine! (Never mind that this was my personal nemesis on more than one morning...) I was given teacher editions of my 10th grade textbooks--a most coveted gift--and I discovered a few file folders of former teachers' notes and tests. Since blackboards were still a useful resource, I went home many days sprinkled with chalkdust. I continued to pray that God would grant me wisdom to fulfill my daily tasks as He steadily grew me during those wonderful years at Oak Grove. He graciously gave me an extended family in that faculty who cheered alongside as I married, became a mom, and then made the difficult decision to resign and start a new journey as full-time mom.
Although I was incredibly grateful to be able to stay at home with the boys those years while they were young, I sometimes wondered if I would be able to "catch up" when I one day returned to the secondary classroom. Fortunately, computers were just emerging as teaching companions when I re-entered the profession full time at Hoover about ten years ago. Wow--since that time technology seems to have moved at Mach I speed! Document cameras, projectors, smart boards, airliners, portable laptop carts... Whew! And now the iPads... One of the many blessings in all of this is the inability to grow complacent. Regardless of how seasoned some of us veterans are, we must still rely on the Lord to provide us with an open mind and a teachable spirit to embrace these changes in education.
And as only He could plan, my students received their iPads the day we returned from the holidays, compelling my attention to designing ways to incorporate these "cool tools" into my everyday instruction. But here is the beautiful thing about His timing: On January 1, I specifically called on the Lord as my Shield--asking Him to guard my mind from the agony of last January, to shield me from paralyzing memories that "disturb the peace." Others might suggest that this is mere coincidence, but no--our God is faithful to answer--sometimes in intriguing ways. By sending such a consuming diversion, He has protected me from wayward thoughts and further heartache for this time.
Yes, this old dog--this technologically challenged dog--is learning new tricks and really enjoying it! Already I have observed distinct benefits. Using a journal app for their daily writing prompt, my students are writing significantly more every day--which will ultimately translate into better. This is especially notable for some generally reluctant writers. Having a personal white board already in their hands for daily vocabulary review has fostered engagement for every student. (No time lost in handing out boards/markers/erasers, replacing dried up markers...) We have just begun reading a class novel, and I love seeing them annotate with their index finger! Certainly there are challenges to face alongside these advantages--away, you angry birds, you tweeters--but the call still stands to lean on the Lord. He graciously continues to supply all my needs...
Jehovah Jireh--The Lord Who Provides--on all days, in all ways, He offers His provision. How thankful I am for all the ways He has provided throughout my years as a teacher. How reassuring to trace His hand down this path and see His loving guidance, His compassion, His precious children. How gracious for Him to guide and guard me through this season. Even a beautiful snowfall last week served as a sweet gift, a reminder of the majesty of our Creator. Yes, Jehovah Jireh, my Provider, You are more than enough for me.
"Be at rest once more, O my soul,
for the LORD has been good to you."
Psalm 116:7
Thursday, January 24, 2013
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
Night Light
"For God, who said, 'Let light shine out of darkness,' made His light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Christ."
2 Corinthians 4:6
I must admit these holidays have been challenging--an ongoing battle to elude the shroud of darkness and sadness that has sought to be my shadow. Just as I would get a short lead, it would swoop down, sometimes crushing my faint spirit. Each day I prayed fervently for the Lord's strength--for His power to enable me to keep climbing. I knew others were praying, too, and how grateful I am for those steadfast warriors. With absolute assurance I proclaim once again--our God is faithful!
In my journal on December 3rd I recorded the first line from that day's Jesus Calling: "Do not be surprised by the fiery attacks on your mind." In the midst of such struggle how reassuring was this reminder of the reality of spiritual warfare. Some days the inner conflict was consuming. Doubts would arise, and I would berate myself for lack of faith. The "whys" became the enemy's ammunition. My pen was silent; the words would not come. Wrestling daily... But God in His faithfulness took me to 1 Samuel 17, affirming that the battle is indeed His--and to Psalm 124, encouraging me that He is on my side. Alas! He has already won!
Not all was dim--Gem Day was certainly a highlight as the messages began early that morning relating beautiful acts of service--the first from a friend in Thailand whose December 6th was coming to a close. Throughout the day gifts of God's grace sprinkled down as I learned of the many kindnesses offered. Wonderful stories of the givers' joy as well as the recipients'. From the beginning my prayer had been that this would not be a one-day "event," but perhaps a recognition of needs and discovery of joy in serving that would lead to ongoing ministry. How God has answered that prayer! One example: the Senior Class officers at Hoover visited a nursing home that morning and had the opportunity to actually feed some of the residents; that afternoon they took coats, hats, and scarves to children in an inner city school and read books to them. Their response: they asked their sponsor if they could please go back to both places in the spring. Several of these young people shared with me how humbled they had been, especially at the nursing home. I believe that the Lord cultivated a deeper compassion for both the elderly and the poor that day among these seniors. Sing praise! This was indeed a day of celebration rather than a day of sorrow. To God be the glory--great things He has done!
At year's end reflection comes... How thankful I am for the Lord's provision throughout this holiday season as well as throughout this last year. He has faithfully kept His promises in spite of my sometimes wavering faith. His Word has been my sustenance. In my sadness He has been the Lifter of my head (Psalm 3:3); in my loneliness He has hidden me in the shadow of His wings (Psalm 36:7); in my weakness He has been my Strength (Psalm 28:7). When I have cried for help, He has encouraged me. (Psalm 10:17) On the darkest days He has shone His light (Psalm 27:1). Often He has made His presence known through His people and their kindnesses; sometimes it has simply been in that garden of further still where only His Spirit can speak comfort to our hearts. But this I know--our God is faithful.
Now we embark on a new year, knowing more challenges and change lie ahead. But "I will remember the deeds of the LORD" (Psalm 77:11) --He has brought us a mighty long way...He has already gone before us and will be with us every step of the way (Deut. 31:8). His steadfast love and compassion never fail. Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus! Oh, the hope He offers--for this day, for tomorrow, for eternity. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You! Our Father has given us light through You. In this new year may each of us proclaim Your goodness and let Your light shine--even in the darkness!
2 Corinthians 4:6
I must admit these holidays have been challenging--an ongoing battle to elude the shroud of darkness and sadness that has sought to be my shadow. Just as I would get a short lead, it would swoop down, sometimes crushing my faint spirit. Each day I prayed fervently for the Lord's strength--for His power to enable me to keep climbing. I knew others were praying, too, and how grateful I am for those steadfast warriors. With absolute assurance I proclaim once again--our God is faithful!
In my journal on December 3rd I recorded the first line from that day's Jesus Calling: "Do not be surprised by the fiery attacks on your mind." In the midst of such struggle how reassuring was this reminder of the reality of spiritual warfare. Some days the inner conflict was consuming. Doubts would arise, and I would berate myself for lack of faith. The "whys" became the enemy's ammunition. My pen was silent; the words would not come. Wrestling daily... But God in His faithfulness took me to 1 Samuel 17, affirming that the battle is indeed His--and to Psalm 124, encouraging me that He is on my side. Alas! He has already won!
Not all was dim--Gem Day was certainly a highlight as the messages began early that morning relating beautiful acts of service--the first from a friend in Thailand whose December 6th was coming to a close. Throughout the day gifts of God's grace sprinkled down as I learned of the many kindnesses offered. Wonderful stories of the givers' joy as well as the recipients'. From the beginning my prayer had been that this would not be a one-day "event," but perhaps a recognition of needs and discovery of joy in serving that would lead to ongoing ministry. How God has answered that prayer! One example: the Senior Class officers at Hoover visited a nursing home that morning and had the opportunity to actually feed some of the residents; that afternoon they took coats, hats, and scarves to children in an inner city school and read books to them. Their response: they asked their sponsor if they could please go back to both places in the spring. Several of these young people shared with me how humbled they had been, especially at the nursing home. I believe that the Lord cultivated a deeper compassion for both the elderly and the poor that day among these seniors. Sing praise! This was indeed a day of celebration rather than a day of sorrow. To God be the glory--great things He has done!
At year's end reflection comes... How thankful I am for the Lord's provision throughout this holiday season as well as throughout this last year. He has faithfully kept His promises in spite of my sometimes wavering faith. His Word has been my sustenance. In my sadness He has been the Lifter of my head (Psalm 3:3); in my loneliness He has hidden me in the shadow of His wings (Psalm 36:7); in my weakness He has been my Strength (Psalm 28:7). When I have cried for help, He has encouraged me. (Psalm 10:17) On the darkest days He has shone His light (Psalm 27:1). Often He has made His presence known through His people and their kindnesses; sometimes it has simply been in that garden of further still where only His Spirit can speak comfort to our hearts. But this I know--our God is faithful.
Now we embark on a new year, knowing more challenges and change lie ahead. But "I will remember the deeds of the LORD" (Psalm 77:11) --He has brought us a mighty long way...He has already gone before us and will be with us every step of the way (Deut. 31:8). His steadfast love and compassion never fail. Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus! Oh, the hope He offers--for this day, for tomorrow, for eternity. Thank You, Jesus. Thank You! Our Father has given us light through You. In this new year may each of us proclaim Your goodness and let Your light shine--even in the darkness!
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Welcome Guests
"Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress; I will not be shaken."
Psalm 52:5-6
How grateful I am for the Lord and His patience with me! Sometimes when I want to have a pity party, He just gently says all right--let Me show you who to invite. This week the "guests" were our veterinarian and a guest speaker at school.
Now Maggie is our 7-year old boxer that this family adores. Jim and Hunter picked her out of a backyard full of boxer puppies when she was just eight weeks old. Basically she rules the house and lets us stay with her, but she is a sweet and faithful companion. For several weeks she has had "itching issues"--just scratching and gnawing on herself all the time. (Her jingling tags would even wake me up in the night.) Hunter bathed her; we checked for fleas and found none (thank you, Lord!), yet we couldn't find the source of her itching. I knew I needed to take her to the vet, but I kept postponing. Saturday I realized why.
I walked into the vet's office, explaining Maggie's problem while I signed in. Then as soon as I sat down, it hit--the ambush. This was one of those many tasks that Jim handled. He had always taken her to the vet--for shots, for check-ups or whatever. Through the years I have only been a handful of times. Out of nowhere the tears fell, and the sweet new vet thought I was crying over Maggie. (Later I realized that perhaps subconsciously I might have been afraid that something was seriously wrong with her.) After I told my story, she left and brought in Dr. Fuller, the wise owner of the clinic. In his compassion he shared his story--the loss of his dad when he was sixteen and how God's grace had been sufficient through the years. He reassured me that the Lord would restore joy in our lives. With a thankful heart I left the vet clinic, having once again heard the voice of hope from one who has traveled this road of grief. Not until I was pulling out of the parking lot did I notice the sign I've seen for years and smile: "Hope Animal Clinic." Surely it is aptly named! (And it seems that Maggie simply has allergies. She's been on a steroid and an antibiotic this week, and she's much better.) We are both resting better, too!
Monday and Tuesday Hoover High hosted a young man who was paralyzed in a car accident several years ago when a drunk driver hit him. He has written an autobiography entitled Still Standing, which we teachers had read to our advisor classes during the first nine weeks. Dwight's story is riveting: he was a second year teacher headed to school in August 2005 when the accident occurred. Looking at pictures of his car, you know God's first miracle was that he survived the crash at all. Much of the next year he spent in hospitals and rehab, clinging to his deep faith in the Lord and drawing strength from Him and his family. Since that time he has committed to speak to countless teenagers across the country warning them about the dangers of drinking and driving. However, his message ran much deeper. A couple of the nuggets he shared: "My mama always said the only disabled people in this world are the ones who don't have a relationship with the Lord." (Amen!) He also said, "Clearly I am physically paralyzed, but there are people walking around everywhere who are spiritually and emotionally paralyzed. If given the choice, I would take this wheelchair any day--because I have joy in my heart every day." Wow--his inspiring message served as a beautiful reminder of the power of the Lord to work good in devastating circumstances as he offered hope to a gym full of young (and a few old!) people.
I have learned that bad days are inevitable from time to time--even when we're leaning on the everlasting arms. How grateful I am though that the Lord is so gracious to sprinkle our paths with those who love Him and serve Him through their encouraging voice of hope. These welcome guests turn a pity party into a celebration, reminding us to look to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith and our hope. May we in turn bring an offering of hope to others.
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful."
Hebrews 10:23
my hope comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress; I will not be shaken."
Psalm 52:5-6
How grateful I am for the Lord and His patience with me! Sometimes when I want to have a pity party, He just gently says all right--let Me show you who to invite. This week the "guests" were our veterinarian and a guest speaker at school.
Now Maggie is our 7-year old boxer that this family adores. Jim and Hunter picked her out of a backyard full of boxer puppies when she was just eight weeks old. Basically she rules the house and lets us stay with her, but she is a sweet and faithful companion. For several weeks she has had "itching issues"--just scratching and gnawing on herself all the time. (Her jingling tags would even wake me up in the night.) Hunter bathed her; we checked for fleas and found none (thank you, Lord!), yet we couldn't find the source of her itching. I knew I needed to take her to the vet, but I kept postponing. Saturday I realized why.
I walked into the vet's office, explaining Maggie's problem while I signed in. Then as soon as I sat down, it hit--the ambush. This was one of those many tasks that Jim handled. He had always taken her to the vet--for shots, for check-ups or whatever. Through the years I have only been a handful of times. Out of nowhere the tears fell, and the sweet new vet thought I was crying over Maggie. (Later I realized that perhaps subconsciously I might have been afraid that something was seriously wrong with her.) After I told my story, she left and brought in Dr. Fuller, the wise owner of the clinic. In his compassion he shared his story--the loss of his dad when he was sixteen and how God's grace had been sufficient through the years. He reassured me that the Lord would restore joy in our lives. With a thankful heart I left the vet clinic, having once again heard the voice of hope from one who has traveled this road of grief. Not until I was pulling out of the parking lot did I notice the sign I've seen for years and smile: "Hope Animal Clinic." Surely it is aptly named! (And it seems that Maggie simply has allergies. She's been on a steroid and an antibiotic this week, and she's much better.) We are both resting better, too!
Monday and Tuesday Hoover High hosted a young man who was paralyzed in a car accident several years ago when a drunk driver hit him. He has written an autobiography entitled Still Standing, which we teachers had read to our advisor classes during the first nine weeks. Dwight's story is riveting: he was a second year teacher headed to school in August 2005 when the accident occurred. Looking at pictures of his car, you know God's first miracle was that he survived the crash at all. Much of the next year he spent in hospitals and rehab, clinging to his deep faith in the Lord and drawing strength from Him and his family. Since that time he has committed to speak to countless teenagers across the country warning them about the dangers of drinking and driving. However, his message ran much deeper. A couple of the nuggets he shared: "My mama always said the only disabled people in this world are the ones who don't have a relationship with the Lord." (Amen!) He also said, "Clearly I am physically paralyzed, but there are people walking around everywhere who are spiritually and emotionally paralyzed. If given the choice, I would take this wheelchair any day--because I have joy in my heart every day." Wow--his inspiring message served as a beautiful reminder of the power of the Lord to work good in devastating circumstances as he offered hope to a gym full of young (and a few old!) people.
I have learned that bad days are inevitable from time to time--even when we're leaning on the everlasting arms. How grateful I am though that the Lord is so gracious to sprinkle our paths with those who love Him and serve Him through their encouraging voice of hope. These welcome guests turn a pity party into a celebration, reminding us to look to Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith and our hope. May we in turn bring an offering of hope to others.
"Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for He who promised is faithful."
Hebrews 10:23
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Birthday Blessings
"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
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, 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
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