"A friend loves at all times..."
Proverbs 17:17
"Steel Magnolias"--that's the term Jim gave them some years ago. We had met at church in the Young Married department and traveled down teething and tantrum roads together, trading hand-me-downs along the way. For several years we gathered together on the first day of school with sack lunches for ourselves and the not-yet-school-age younger siblings to pray for our children and their teachers. We helped each other move from one house to another and kept each other's children so we could enjoy a date night with our husbands. We were the core of Baptist Young Women and still called ourselves that long after we didn't qualify. Through the years we have rejoiced in one another's family triumphs and wept through one another's trials. In spite of 200 miles and 10 years separation, God has graciously helped us preserve these precious friendships, and I am so grateful.
I've always loved the movie Steel Magnolias as it portrays the strength and beauty of Southern women and their friendships. Jim watched it with me more than once as I giggled and sobbed my way through. Perhaps it wasn't until we had moved here that he designated this title for my Mississippi girlfriends, but clearly this was a compliment. He recognized this unique tapestry of honesty, trust, and compassion woven together with faith. He often said, "It does you good to be with them." (I think that meant I was kinder and gentler after they had visited or when I returned from a few days in Hattiesburg.)
Not until recently did I think about the role of comforter that these women play in the movie. (This is the part where I laugh and cry intermittently.) Yesterday my own Steel Magnolias came to be by my side on a difficult day in this grief journey--what would have been Jim's and my 25th anniversary. A couple of weeks ago they had asked what I was doing on the 20th, and when I replied that I had no plans, they said, "Well, you do now. We're coming. We'll do whatever you want to do--even if that's nothing." Two of the four had taken off work. They brought chicken salad, pimento cheese, croissants, and cookies for dinner and even brought muffin mix and fresh peaches for breakfast. Their visit lasted a little over 24 hours as they headed back on the 3 1/2 hour trip around 7:30 last night. Surely this is the love in friendship as the Lord designed it. We laughed and cried as we wandered through my wedding album--those big hairstyles and white hose, those handsome, witty men in my dad and Jim. I had even dug out a piece I had written in June 1988 about our wedding day. These sweet friends indulged me and let me read it aloud--mushy as it was! More smiles and tears...
After that we headed to Vulcan Park, a popular Birmingham attraction that I had shamefully never visited in our ten years here. We struggled up the last of the 159 stairs of the tower, breathing a bit harder than we wanted to admit--gasping maybe? The view was definitely worth it though--truly spectacular as we gazed across downtown and surrounding areas. Then came the divine encounter: two delightful gray-haired ladies appeared from around the corner. Sisters they were-- "Q" (82) visiting from Arizona and Sue (76), a resident of nearby Fultondale. (They were wise and had ridden the elevator!) When they asked if the five of us were sisters, we laughed, but then I shared why these friends had come for a brief visit. We then learned that both of these women had lost their husbands last year to cancer--one in April and one in July. They each shared how the Lord was seeing them through (Sue had even lost her home in the tornado two days after her husband's funeral). What a genuine testimony of faith--what encouragement they offered! Sue's parting words: "You're going to be okay. You're going to make it. God will see you through." Eyes damp, I hugged this tender lady, so thankful that the Lord had arranged this meeting. He is so good.
After lunch at a Greek deli and some window shopping/browsing in downtown Homewood, we returned home and reflected on our day. It had been a good one--hard, but good. There were more tears, more memories, then the inevitable goodbyes. As I watched Cindy, Patty, Shellie, and Tami drive away, I could only offer praise to our Heavenly Father through my tears. He has blessed me abundantly--with these beloved Steel Magnolias from Mississippi and a myriad of steadfast friends here in Alabama who have faithfully prayed and "been there" along this journey. Grace upon grace...
"Give thanks to the LORD, for He is good;
His love endures forever."
Psalm 118:1
Friday, June 22, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
A "Cool" Lesson
"Then the LORD said to Moses, 'I will rain down bread from heaven for you. The people are to go out each day and gather enough for that day. In this way I will test them and see whether they will follow my instructions.'"
Exodus 16:4
I love Vacation Bible School. Year after year during worship, I sit near the back of the sanctuary with my sixth graders in awe. Hundreds of exuberant children, servant youth workers, and yes, tired adult teachers blanket the pews throughout the room. Singing praise songs, laughing at the drama video, cheering for the game participants, doing motions along with the sixth grade team of leaders--certainly different from VBS back in the day, but oh, what a glorious sight and sound! Most of all though, I love to hear the hearts of the children as we engage in small group Bible study first thing in the mornings.
My sweet friend Paula invited me to teach VBS with her the first full summer after we had moved to Hoover. We've been a team ever since. For several years we taught our youngest children (both now rising seniors), moving up with them each year. For the last several years though we have been planted in the sixth grade garden. What a delight! We have had an especially inspiring group of children this year--so knowledgeable yet eager to learn more. Their zeal is evident as they work to put memory verse puzzles together, act out scenes from Bible stories, and wave their hands vigorously wanting to answer questions. What a privilege to help water the seeds already planted that will one day produce a bountiful harvest of faith. I pray that they will remember Daniel's courage in the face of opposition and Paul's commitment to share Christ with others. I pray that one day they will see how God provides daily manna for them just as He did the Israelites. Last week He clearly reminded me of that promise.
Jim's parents were here for dinner Thursday night when I reached in the freezer to grab the ice bucket. Alas--there was a cluster of half melted ice cubes resting in a pool of water. A closer look revealed the unfortunate fact that our almost 20-year old refrigerator was history. We transported freezer items to the downstairs freezer (very thankful that we had one!) and placed other perishables in the ice chests. (I must say there are some advantages in cleaning out--I won't mention the date on a couple of items...) All of our appliances have come from Sears so I headed there Friday morning looking for another Whirlpool; twenty years seemed to be an impressive age for an appliance. The new refrigerator was delivered Saturday afternoon to some happy campers (all three boys were home.) Now here is the really cool part--the "God is still in the business of daily manna" part: I had been asked to do some editing a few weeks ago and received an email Monday of that week stating that I would receive a stipend for my services. What a nice surprise! But God (there's that beautiful phrase again) was not finished showing me how He would provide. On Saturday morning, just before the frig was delivered, I read an email from our school board office saying the state legislature had decided to appropriate funds for the original National Board stipend from 2010-11 school year--two years ago! (This stipend had been decreased due to budget cuts.) Add these two surprises together and the difference from the cost of the refrigerator was right at one hundred dollars! Yes, the Lord provided exactly what we needed precisely when we needed it. Now the refrigerator is somewhat of a centerpiece in our kitchen--surely it is visited often in this house. In days to come if my memory of the Lord's ample provision fades and I begin to grumble like those fickle Israelites, I need to look no further than my kitchen where He has left a giant reminder: "I am Jehovah Jireh, the One who provides." Amazing grace...
Back in the worship center I listen to these precious children sing the lyrics to Hillsong's "I'm Running to Your Arms":
"You are good, You are good
When there's nothing good in me
You are love, You are love
On display for all to see
You are light, You are light
When the darkness closes in
You are hope, You are hope
You have covered all my sin.
You are peace, You are peace
When my fear is crippling
You are true, You are true
Even in my wandering
You are joy, You are joy
You're the reason that I sing
You are life, You are life
In You death has lost its sting.
Oh, I'm running to Your arms
I'm running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign.
You are more, You are more
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here, you are here
In Your presence I'm made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I'm letting go."
I pray that these words take root as our VBS children continue to grow in their knowledge of our Savior. For now they may only be words to some, but one day, one day I pray they will come to really know Him as their hope and their peace and their joy--their light when the darkness closes in. In His presence He does make us whole. He is here and for this day He will give us manna from heaven--just enough for this day. May we all--young and old--rest in that beautiful promise.
Exodus 16:4
I love Vacation Bible School. Year after year during worship, I sit near the back of the sanctuary with my sixth graders in awe. Hundreds of exuberant children, servant youth workers, and yes, tired adult teachers blanket the pews throughout the room. Singing praise songs, laughing at the drama video, cheering for the game participants, doing motions along with the sixth grade team of leaders--certainly different from VBS back in the day, but oh, what a glorious sight and sound! Most of all though, I love to hear the hearts of the children as we engage in small group Bible study first thing in the mornings.
My sweet friend Paula invited me to teach VBS with her the first full summer after we had moved to Hoover. We've been a team ever since. For several years we taught our youngest children (both now rising seniors), moving up with them each year. For the last several years though we have been planted in the sixth grade garden. What a delight! We have had an especially inspiring group of children this year--so knowledgeable yet eager to learn more. Their zeal is evident as they work to put memory verse puzzles together, act out scenes from Bible stories, and wave their hands vigorously wanting to answer questions. What a privilege to help water the seeds already planted that will one day produce a bountiful harvest of faith. I pray that they will remember Daniel's courage in the face of opposition and Paul's commitment to share Christ with others. I pray that one day they will see how God provides daily manna for them just as He did the Israelites. Last week He clearly reminded me of that promise.
Jim's parents were here for dinner Thursday night when I reached in the freezer to grab the ice bucket. Alas--there was a cluster of half melted ice cubes resting in a pool of water. A closer look revealed the unfortunate fact that our almost 20-year old refrigerator was history. We transported freezer items to the downstairs freezer (very thankful that we had one!) and placed other perishables in the ice chests. (I must say there are some advantages in cleaning out--I won't mention the date on a couple of items...) All of our appliances have come from Sears so I headed there Friday morning looking for another Whirlpool; twenty years seemed to be an impressive age for an appliance. The new refrigerator was delivered Saturday afternoon to some happy campers (all three boys were home.) Now here is the really cool part--the "God is still in the business of daily manna" part: I had been asked to do some editing a few weeks ago and received an email Monday of that week stating that I would receive a stipend for my services. What a nice surprise! But God (there's that beautiful phrase again) was not finished showing me how He would provide. On Saturday morning, just before the frig was delivered, I read an email from our school board office saying the state legislature had decided to appropriate funds for the original National Board stipend from 2010-11 school year--two years ago! (This stipend had been decreased due to budget cuts.) Add these two surprises together and the difference from the cost of the refrigerator was right at one hundred dollars! Yes, the Lord provided exactly what we needed precisely when we needed it. Now the refrigerator is somewhat of a centerpiece in our kitchen--surely it is visited often in this house. In days to come if my memory of the Lord's ample provision fades and I begin to grumble like those fickle Israelites, I need to look no further than my kitchen where He has left a giant reminder: "I am Jehovah Jireh, the One who provides." Amazing grace...
Back in the worship center I listen to these precious children sing the lyrics to Hillsong's "I'm Running to Your Arms":
"You are good, You are good
When there's nothing good in me
You are love, You are love
On display for all to see
You are light, You are light
When the darkness closes in
You are hope, You are hope
You have covered all my sin.
You are peace, You are peace
When my fear is crippling
You are true, You are true
Even in my wandering
You are joy, You are joy
You're the reason that I sing
You are life, You are life
In You death has lost its sting.
Oh, I'm running to Your arms
I'm running to Your arms
The riches of Your love
Will always be enough
Nothing compares to Your embrace
Light of the world forever reign.
You are more, You are more
Than my words will ever say
You are Lord, You are Lord
All creation will proclaim
You are here, you are here
In Your presence I'm made whole
You are God, You are God
Of all else I'm letting go."
I pray that these words take root as our VBS children continue to grow in their knowledge of our Savior. For now they may only be words to some, but one day, one day I pray they will come to really know Him as their hope and their peace and their joy--their light when the darkness closes in. In His presence He does make us whole. He is here and for this day He will give us manna from heaven--just enough for this day. May we all--young and old--rest in that beautiful promise.
Saturday, June 2, 2012
The Best GPS
"The LORD will guide you always;
He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail."
Isaiah 58:11
Guide, satisfy, and strengthen--what beautiful promises those are! The English teacher in me loves to look at verbs in Scripture--the actions that the Lord says He will do. This verse declares that the Lord will indeed do these things, and I cling to that assurance. With summer's arrival, the path ahead for the next three months is more of a cloudy maze than the structured course of the school year. I desperately need a Guide! In this sun-scorched land He is teaching me so much. I pray that I might continue to listen for His voice as He faithfully directs my path.
Last Sunday I had planned to attend the wedding of a friend's son in Tuscaloosa on my way home from a quick trip to Jackson to see my mom. This had been on my agenda for several weeks. However, on Saturday I called our 89-year old former neighbor in Hattiesburg to check on her. She has been suffering intense pain with a compression fracture in her spine the last couple of weeks and had endured a very difficult week with new pain medicine that caused a severe reaction. As we were talking, I felt that gentle nudge, that whisper from the Lord saying, "You need to go to Hattiesburg from Jackson rather than Tuscaloosa." I wrestled with this decision because I had never considered not going to the wedding. After all, these were family friends and Caleb was actually singing as part of the ceremony. But by bedtime Saturday night, that beautiful peace prevailed as I set my new GPS (God's Path Surpasses) to the direction He had guided me.
Arriving in Hattiesburg on Sunday evening, I told Mrs. Bea that I wanted to help her with some household tasks while I was there. Now this sweet lady is fiercely independent, having lived alone for some 14 years since Mr. Elam passed away. Because we had lived across the street for ten years and remained close even after our move, I know her well and was not surprised when she was resistant to my desire to help. (I suggested to her that I had a few stubborn genes myself.) Then I reminded her that if Jim were here he would show his love for her by doing things for her--serving her. (One friend claims that he was the poster child for acts of service love language!) I shared that helping her would allow me to honor him in a way as well. She relented and allowed me to do a few chores around the house. I don't know if I've ever mopped so cheerfully! The satisfaction that helping Mrs. Bea brought is truly indescribable--another promise fulfilled.
As I reflect on the weekend, I see God's grace even more clearly. He allowed me to spend time with 3 of my favorite ladies: my mom and my Aunt Elaine in Jackson and dear Mrs. Bea in Hattiesburg. All of them have struggled through this grief journey I'm walking and found peace. They encourage my heart. Part of the Lord's provision too was protection from something perhaps I wasn't yet ready for--a wedding. But beyond that was His vision for the summer ahead (one that has actually been lengthened two weeks by our state legislature and recently looked a bit formidable.) How gracious that He would reveal to me on the very first day of summer how to best spend my extended time off--by giving, by serving--as Jesus modeled and Jim so often lived. Therein lies the joy! This experience has surely strengthened me for the days ahead as I eagerly anticipate what He has planned. I'm thankful the Lord has reminded me to seek His guidance daily and be careful to listen for His loving voice. I'm convinced that this will transform what was a barren wilderness of summer into a flourishing garden!
"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smoot
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them."
Isaiah 42:16
He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail."
Isaiah 58:11
Guide, satisfy, and strengthen--what beautiful promises those are! The English teacher in me loves to look at verbs in Scripture--the actions that the Lord says He will do. This verse declares that the Lord will indeed do these things, and I cling to that assurance. With summer's arrival, the path ahead for the next three months is more of a cloudy maze than the structured course of the school year. I desperately need a Guide! In this sun-scorched land He is teaching me so much. I pray that I might continue to listen for His voice as He faithfully directs my path.
Last Sunday I had planned to attend the wedding of a friend's son in Tuscaloosa on my way home from a quick trip to Jackson to see my mom. This had been on my agenda for several weeks. However, on Saturday I called our 89-year old former neighbor in Hattiesburg to check on her. She has been suffering intense pain with a compression fracture in her spine the last couple of weeks and had endured a very difficult week with new pain medicine that caused a severe reaction. As we were talking, I felt that gentle nudge, that whisper from the Lord saying, "You need to go to Hattiesburg from Jackson rather than Tuscaloosa." I wrestled with this decision because I had never considered not going to the wedding. After all, these were family friends and Caleb was actually singing as part of the ceremony. But by bedtime Saturday night, that beautiful peace prevailed as I set my new GPS (God's Path Surpasses) to the direction He had guided me.
Arriving in Hattiesburg on Sunday evening, I told Mrs. Bea that I wanted to help her with some household tasks while I was there. Now this sweet lady is fiercely independent, having lived alone for some 14 years since Mr. Elam passed away. Because we had lived across the street for ten years and remained close even after our move, I know her well and was not surprised when she was resistant to my desire to help. (I suggested to her that I had a few stubborn genes myself.) Then I reminded her that if Jim were here he would show his love for her by doing things for her--serving her. (One friend claims that he was the poster child for acts of service love language!) I shared that helping her would allow me to honor him in a way as well. She relented and allowed me to do a few chores around the house. I don't know if I've ever mopped so cheerfully! The satisfaction that helping Mrs. Bea brought is truly indescribable--another promise fulfilled.
As I reflect on the weekend, I see God's grace even more clearly. He allowed me to spend time with 3 of my favorite ladies: my mom and my Aunt Elaine in Jackson and dear Mrs. Bea in Hattiesburg. All of them have struggled through this grief journey I'm walking and found peace. They encourage my heart. Part of the Lord's provision too was protection from something perhaps I wasn't yet ready for--a wedding. But beyond that was His vision for the summer ahead (one that has actually been lengthened two weeks by our state legislature and recently looked a bit formidable.) How gracious that He would reveal to me on the very first day of summer how to best spend my extended time off--by giving, by serving--as Jesus modeled and Jim so often lived. Therein lies the joy! This experience has surely strengthened me for the days ahead as I eagerly anticipate what He has planned. I'm thankful the Lord has reminded me to seek His guidance daily and be careful to listen for His loving voice. I'm convinced that this will transform what was a barren wilderness of summer into a flourishing garden!
"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known,
along unfamiliar paths I will guide them;
I will turn the darkness into light before them
and make the rough places smoot
These are the things I will do;
I will not forsake them."
Isaiah 42:16
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
May Blues and Blooms
"The LORD will watch over your coming and going,
both now and forevermore."
Psalm 121:8
May is just a difficult month for teachers--the ambivalence of cheering for summer's arrival and grieving the departure of our sweet students. So much end-of-school business: book returns, exam reviews, grade decisions... Underneath the tasks I hear echoes of that 70s song, "We May Never Pass This Way Again." We are eager to mark items off our checkout list, a step closer to the reprieve we call summer; yet we know these children who have been an important part of our lives for the last nine months are about to move on.
This year, most especially, I am filled with conflicting emotions as the school year ends. I reflect on its painful beginnings as Dr. Day called Jim on his way to Open House (August 29th) to let him know the results of the biopsy. Jim told me after we got home, and we cried together until late in the evening. The next day was my student teacher's first day, but I couldn't say anything to him or anyone until we were able to get in touch with the older boys and tell them. To say that was an excruciating, long day is mild. But the Lord was my confidant throughout the day as I prayed and prayed and pled for His strength. During my conference period I went out to my car (a makeshift sanctuary) and spilled out my heart to Him. I then called my mom, knowing she would lend a voice of encouragement. Only with the Lord's supernatural power was I able to endure that life-changing day.
That same week I shared with my students the cancer journey that our family would be taking. I asked them to please pray with me as we walked along this unknown path. A handful of students I already knew well since these are Hunter's junior classmates; however, most of them I had not had time to build relationships with; they had only been in my class for two weeks. But their sympathetic looks silently offered their support, and I felt certain they would be our allies in this battle.
And that they have been. I couldn't have asked for more kind, compassionate young people. Every day that I was out in the fall for Jim's appointments or treatments I would return to a note from the substitute saying how wonderful they had been--diligent and respectful. Frequently they would ask, "How is your husband doing?" or "How are the treatments going?" Several former students (seniors) would stop by between classes just to let me know they were praying. Shortly after I had taken the leave of absence, Hunter brought a banner home that many of my students had signed, offering their encouragement and prayers for our family. The senior class officers, ambassadors, and SGA together created an "Encourajar" that was filled with candy and handwritten notes (many of them Scriptures). Since my return in mid-March students have been so gracious, trying their best to remain attentive and engaged despite springtime distractions. Their genuine concern and tenderness have touched me deeply.
When I was skimming through students' class evaluations last week, my heart warmed as I read one student's comment: "This class felt like family." That was it--family supports one another, prays for one another, shows kindness and respect for one another. That may have been the most rewarding observation yet. Here in a school of 2600, some of these students have experienced the gift of an extended family. Yes, this class of 2013 (and my alumni from the class of '12) have been extraordinary. What a blessing they have been! No wonder it's so hard to let them go.
Following tradition, on the last Friday before exams I read Dr. Seuss's classic, Oh, the Places You'll Go. (Throughout the year I read a children's book the last ten minutes of class on Fridays--probably students' favorite time of the whole week!) God was faithful to allow me to make it through--a little teary-eyed but no flash floods. (I had prayed specifically that morning because even in a good year this one is tough.) I love to end on this book because its message is so relevant, so encouraging. On the last page the narrator says, "Be on your way!" and I've always been grateful that he doesn't say "goodbye." However, recently I learned the origin of the word goodbye. I read that its first use was in the late 1500s as godbwye--a contraction for "God be with ye." After the influences of "good day" and "good evening," goodbye evolved. I love that. So now as these precious children leave my room this week, I will purposefully say, "Goodbye"--God be with you.
Among my many blessings I count my profession. I am so thankful that the Lord called me to teach all those years ago. Although some faces and names have faded through the years, each student is somehow woven into the tapestry of my life. When May comes, we prepare for the separation with a blend of sadness and joy. No, we shall not pass this way again, but as my sweet friend Leisa says, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." We teachers are blessed indeed.
"He has made everything beautiful in its time." (Eccl. 3:11)
both now and forevermore."
Psalm 121:8
May is just a difficult month for teachers--the ambivalence of cheering for summer's arrival and grieving the departure of our sweet students. So much end-of-school business: book returns, exam reviews, grade decisions... Underneath the tasks I hear echoes of that 70s song, "We May Never Pass This Way Again." We are eager to mark items off our checkout list, a step closer to the reprieve we call summer; yet we know these children who have been an important part of our lives for the last nine months are about to move on.
This year, most especially, I am filled with conflicting emotions as the school year ends. I reflect on its painful beginnings as Dr. Day called Jim on his way to Open House (August 29th) to let him know the results of the biopsy. Jim told me after we got home, and we cried together until late in the evening. The next day was my student teacher's first day, but I couldn't say anything to him or anyone until we were able to get in touch with the older boys and tell them. To say that was an excruciating, long day is mild. But the Lord was my confidant throughout the day as I prayed and prayed and pled for His strength. During my conference period I went out to my car (a makeshift sanctuary) and spilled out my heart to Him. I then called my mom, knowing she would lend a voice of encouragement. Only with the Lord's supernatural power was I able to endure that life-changing day.
That same week I shared with my students the cancer journey that our family would be taking. I asked them to please pray with me as we walked along this unknown path. A handful of students I already knew well since these are Hunter's junior classmates; however, most of them I had not had time to build relationships with; they had only been in my class for two weeks. But their sympathetic looks silently offered their support, and I felt certain they would be our allies in this battle.
And that they have been. I couldn't have asked for more kind, compassionate young people. Every day that I was out in the fall for Jim's appointments or treatments I would return to a note from the substitute saying how wonderful they had been--diligent and respectful. Frequently they would ask, "How is your husband doing?" or "How are the treatments going?" Several former students (seniors) would stop by between classes just to let me know they were praying. Shortly after I had taken the leave of absence, Hunter brought a banner home that many of my students had signed, offering their encouragement and prayers for our family. The senior class officers, ambassadors, and SGA together created an "Encourajar" that was filled with candy and handwritten notes (many of them Scriptures). Since my return in mid-March students have been so gracious, trying their best to remain attentive and engaged despite springtime distractions. Their genuine concern and tenderness have touched me deeply.
When I was skimming through students' class evaluations last week, my heart warmed as I read one student's comment: "This class felt like family." That was it--family supports one another, prays for one another, shows kindness and respect for one another. That may have been the most rewarding observation yet. Here in a school of 2600, some of these students have experienced the gift of an extended family. Yes, this class of 2013 (and my alumni from the class of '12) have been extraordinary. What a blessing they have been! No wonder it's so hard to let them go.
Following tradition, on the last Friday before exams I read Dr. Seuss's classic, Oh, the Places You'll Go. (Throughout the year I read a children's book the last ten minutes of class on Fridays--probably students' favorite time of the whole week!) God was faithful to allow me to make it through--a little teary-eyed but no flash floods. (I had prayed specifically that morning because even in a good year this one is tough.) I love to end on this book because its message is so relevant, so encouraging. On the last page the narrator says, "Be on your way!" and I've always been grateful that he doesn't say "goodbye." However, recently I learned the origin of the word goodbye. I read that its first use was in the late 1500s as godbwye--a contraction for "God be with ye." After the influences of "good day" and "good evening," goodbye evolved. I love that. So now as these precious children leave my room this week, I will purposefully say, "Goodbye"--God be with you.
Among my many blessings I count my profession. I am so thankful that the Lord called me to teach all those years ago. Although some faces and names have faded through the years, each student is somehow woven into the tapestry of my life. When May comes, we prepare for the separation with a blend of sadness and joy. No, we shall not pass this way again, but as my sweet friend Leisa says, "Don't cry because it's over; smile because it happened." We teachers are blessed indeed.
"He has made everything beautiful in its time." (Eccl. 3:11)
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Better Than Sheep
"On my bed I remember You
I think of You through the watches of the night."
Psalm 63:6
Last summer I read an article in the paper about Alice Lee, the sister of one of my favorite authors, Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird). This 99-year old woman shared her bedtime "exercises" if she were having a difficult time going to sleep. First she recites the names of all the US Presidents. If she is still awake, then she begins to list the names of all the counties in Alabama. Next come the governors of Alabama, then... I was amazed! This woman is almost twice my age! Maybe I could reel off the last ten leaders of our country, but--wow! Certainly this would sharpen brain power more than mindlessly counting sheep. While I admire such mental discipline and incredible recall at almost a century, I wondered, what would most benefit me to remember as I'm trying to rest?
Soon after Jim's diagnosis, sleep became elusive. I often used this time to pray, not just for him but for others that the Lord brought to mind. One night as I recalled Miss Lee's practice, He gave me an idea. Knowing the names of Presidents and counties is good, but what is better? Reciting the books of the Bible--yes, that's it! As I began recounting my Bible Drill teaching days, another thought was presented. Is it the names of these books that would give me comfort to sleep or what is actually written in them? Alas--the book and a short verse from that book--that would be the plan.
The next morning I began to make my list to work on memorizing. The hardest part? Choosing only one verse from an entire book--there are so many good ones. These are a few and my reasons for selecting them:
Genesis - "In the beginning God..."
This one reminds me that He was and is and is to come. He is the Creator, the Master of the universe; He is sovereign over all. He has always been and will always be. (1:1)
Exodus - "The Lord is my strength and my song..."
Surely there is no strength greater than His-- whatever mountain we are facing. When I have none, He has it all. And by His grace He often gives us a song even in the midst of the steepest climb. (15:2)
Leviticus - "I am the Lord your God..."
These words are repeated countless times in this book as He reminds His people of all He has done for them. What reassurance in the very words "I AM"--and that He is not being talked about here, but He is actually speaking. No matter what changes in our lives, HE IS the same--today and forever. (11:44...)
Numbers - "The Lord bless (you) and keep (you)..."
Usually I insert a name (here)--often my children or one who I know is in deep need of the Lord's blessing. Always calming to redirect my eyes outside of my cocoon. Sometimes I may pause here as I ask the Lord for a name. (6:24)
Deuteronomy - "The Lord your God Himself goes ahead of you."
God is already in the tomorrow, clearing the path, making the way. What better guide than the One who holds tomorrow? I can rest knowing He is already there. (31:3)
Joshua - "Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."
I love the word wherever in this verse as it reassures me that I am never alone. He casts out any fear by the knowledge of His presence. (1:9)
Judges - "The Spirit of the Lord came upon him in power."
Although Samson is the him in this recurring verse, I know God equips each of us today through His Spirit as well. There is no greater power on earth! (14:6)
Ruth - "Whither thou goest, I will go; where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people and thy God my God."
Yes, this one I still recite from the King James version because these words were among the vows that Jim and I exchanged all those years ago. This verse makes me thankful for many things--that we came to Birmingham, that I have a precious relationship with Jim's parents, and that Jim and I shared a love for the Lord. (1:16)
I Samuel - "...the battle is the Lord's..."
David's mighty words to Goliath just before slaying him with the single stone. And just as the Lord was on David's side, I am comforted to know He is always on my side--whatever the battle. (17:47)
II Samuel - "You are great, O Lord God..."
Among the simplest yet most profound of verses, this one reminds me of that familiar prayer most of us learned as a child, "God is great, God is good..." He is greater than any thorn, any obstacle, any pain. (7:22)
I'm still working to hide more Scriptures, but usually sleep comes even before Samuel. God has been especially gracious in granting me the gift of sleep in recent weeks. It is the exceptional night when I have to "count books," but I'm grateful He has offered me such solace in His Word to find rest.
"...He grants sleep to those He loves." Psalm 127:2
I think of You through the watches of the night."
Psalm 63:6
Last summer I read an article in the paper about Alice Lee, the sister of one of my favorite authors, Harper Lee (To Kill a Mockingbird). This 99-year old woman shared her bedtime "exercises" if she were having a difficult time going to sleep. First she recites the names of all the US Presidents. If she is still awake, then she begins to list the names of all the counties in Alabama. Next come the governors of Alabama, then... I was amazed! This woman is almost twice my age! Maybe I could reel off the last ten leaders of our country, but--wow! Certainly this would sharpen brain power more than mindlessly counting sheep. While I admire such mental discipline and incredible recall at almost a century, I wondered, what would most benefit me to remember as I'm trying to rest?
Soon after Jim's diagnosis, sleep became elusive. I often used this time to pray, not just for him but for others that the Lord brought to mind. One night as I recalled Miss Lee's practice, He gave me an idea. Knowing the names of Presidents and counties is good, but what is better? Reciting the books of the Bible--yes, that's it! As I began recounting my Bible Drill teaching days, another thought was presented. Is it the names of these books that would give me comfort to sleep or what is actually written in them? Alas--the book and a short verse from that book--that would be the plan.
The next morning I began to make my list to work on memorizing. The hardest part? Choosing only one verse from an entire book--there are so many good ones. These are a few and my reasons for selecting them:
Genesis - "In the beginning God..."
This one reminds me that He was and is and is to come. He is the Creator, the Master of the universe; He is sovereign over all. He has always been and will always be. (1:1)
Exodus - "The Lord is my strength and my song..."
Surely there is no strength greater than His-- whatever mountain we are facing. When I have none, He has it all. And by His grace He often gives us a song even in the midst of the steepest climb. (15:2)
Leviticus - "I am the Lord your God..."
These words are repeated countless times in this book as He reminds His people of all He has done for them. What reassurance in the very words "I AM"--and that He is not being talked about here, but He is actually speaking. No matter what changes in our lives, HE IS the same--today and forever. (11:44...)
Numbers - "The Lord bless (you) and keep (you)..."
Usually I insert a name (here)--often my children or one who I know is in deep need of the Lord's blessing. Always calming to redirect my eyes outside of my cocoon. Sometimes I may pause here as I ask the Lord for a name. (6:24)
Deuteronomy - "The Lord your God Himself goes ahead of you."
God is already in the tomorrow, clearing the path, making the way. What better guide than the One who holds tomorrow? I can rest knowing He is already there. (31:3)
Joshua - "Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go."
I love the word wherever in this verse as it reassures me that I am never alone. He casts out any fear by the knowledge of His presence. (1:9)
Judges - "The Spirit of the Lord came upon him in power."
Although Samson is the him in this recurring verse, I know God equips each of us today through His Spirit as well. There is no greater power on earth! (14:6)
Ruth - "Whither thou goest, I will go; where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people and thy God my God."
Yes, this one I still recite from the King James version because these words were among the vows that Jim and I exchanged all those years ago. This verse makes me thankful for many things--that we came to Birmingham, that I have a precious relationship with Jim's parents, and that Jim and I shared a love for the Lord. (1:16)
I Samuel - "...the battle is the Lord's..."
David's mighty words to Goliath just before slaying him with the single stone. And just as the Lord was on David's side, I am comforted to know He is always on my side--whatever the battle. (17:47)
II Samuel - "You are great, O Lord God..."
Among the simplest yet most profound of verses, this one reminds me of that familiar prayer most of us learned as a child, "God is great, God is good..." He is greater than any thorn, any obstacle, any pain. (7:22)
I'm still working to hide more Scriptures, but usually sleep comes even before Samuel. God has been especially gracious in granting me the gift of sleep in recent weeks. It is the exceptional night when I have to "count books," but I'm grateful He has offered me such solace in His Word to find rest.
"...He grants sleep to those He loves." Psalm 127:2
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Eyes Have It
"My ears had heard of You
but now my eyes have seen You."
Job 42:5
Perhaps second grade was the last time I tested with 20/20 vision. That first pair of glasses came in third grade for reading the chalkboard. The first few weeks they were "cool," but that coolness faded with time. Later I only pulled them out when absolutely necessary. By eighth grade glasses were a full-time necessity. My vision had digressed, and I chose a really attractive pair of wire rims--with a special feature of photo gray lenses. No need for sunglasses--these lenses darkened upon exposure to sunlight (even the flash for the camera). Surely that school picture exposes the peak of my awkward junior high years! Oh, the joy of that first pair of contacts the summer before ninth grade--even though these soft lens had to be boiled every night and their life expectancy was only about 18 months. For over thirty years now I've relied on contacts to correct my vision, and I'm so thankful for the improvements.
As with many people, some time around that magical fortieth birthday seeing up close became a challenge. After a short run with monovision contacts, I moved to wearing just one contact in my right eye for the last several years. This eye targets distances and the left one hones in for close reading. How amazing that God could create minds able to compensate and allow each eye to determine its specific task!
However, I am learning that real seeing is more than just capturing what is in front of me. It's seeing beyond the surface--behind the curtain. Because so often what we see determines how we think, I pray that I might be able to see through the Lord's eyes and not my own. In recent days many sights have kindled heartache, but our faithful Father is helping me focus through His lens. I have received various pieces of mail addressed to "Ms." Lesa Gibson. Seeing that alien title stings, but I can choose not to let that linger and to see the angst that the writer may have endured trying to determine what is appropriate. (This actually inspired a conversation with my students as I asked them to continue using Mrs. Gibson in their MLA headings.) When I see an elderly couple together in Walmart, I can choose to see the blessing of a long marriage in a world that seems to dismiss the sacredness of this union. (Jim's parents are celebrating 54 years together this week!) When I see that gray Dodge truck in the driveway, I can choose to see the kindness and generosity of Dunn Construction and be thankful. When I see Jim's radiant smile in pictures, I can choose to see love and rejoice that he brought such joy to so many. The only way to see clearly is to allow God to transform my vision.
Honestly though, there are some days that my eyes get "out of focus," but God (there's that beautiful phrase again!) is gracious to help restore my sight. Just as He has adjusted my right eye to see the street sign down the road and my left eye to see the words in a book, He empowers me to see the good and give thanks for His gracious gifts. I cannot do this alone. Without my Bausch and Lomb contact, I would be in a world of haze. Just as I need this one contact to perfect my surface vision, I need the Lord as my one Contact to perfect my core vision. He alone enables me to truly see. I wouldn't consider going a day without my contact to see--why would I ever consider going a day without my Contact to see the things that matter most?
The clarity for 20/20 vision comes through His Word. In His faithfulness the Lord is helping me see Him on ordinary days in extraordinary ways. For this I am so grateful. I will continue to lift up my eyes to the hills where my help comes from.
"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." (2 Corinthians 4:18)
but now my eyes have seen You."
Job 42:5
Perhaps second grade was the last time I tested with 20/20 vision. That first pair of glasses came in third grade for reading the chalkboard. The first few weeks they were "cool," but that coolness faded with time. Later I only pulled them out when absolutely necessary. By eighth grade glasses were a full-time necessity. My vision had digressed, and I chose a really attractive pair of wire rims--with a special feature of photo gray lenses. No need for sunglasses--these lenses darkened upon exposure to sunlight (even the flash for the camera). Surely that school picture exposes the peak of my awkward junior high years! Oh, the joy of that first pair of contacts the summer before ninth grade--even though these soft lens had to be boiled every night and their life expectancy was only about 18 months. For over thirty years now I've relied on contacts to correct my vision, and I'm so thankful for the improvements.
As with many people, some time around that magical fortieth birthday seeing up close became a challenge. After a short run with monovision contacts, I moved to wearing just one contact in my right eye for the last several years. This eye targets distances and the left one hones in for close reading. How amazing that God could create minds able to compensate and allow each eye to determine its specific task!
However, I am learning that real seeing is more than just capturing what is in front of me. It's seeing beyond the surface--behind the curtain. Because so often what we see determines how we think, I pray that I might be able to see through the Lord's eyes and not my own. In recent days many sights have kindled heartache, but our faithful Father is helping me focus through His lens. I have received various pieces of mail addressed to "Ms." Lesa Gibson. Seeing that alien title stings, but I can choose not to let that linger and to see the angst that the writer may have endured trying to determine what is appropriate. (This actually inspired a conversation with my students as I asked them to continue using Mrs. Gibson in their MLA headings.) When I see an elderly couple together in Walmart, I can choose to see the blessing of a long marriage in a world that seems to dismiss the sacredness of this union. (Jim's parents are celebrating 54 years together this week!) When I see that gray Dodge truck in the driveway, I can choose to see the kindness and generosity of Dunn Construction and be thankful. When I see Jim's radiant smile in pictures, I can choose to see love and rejoice that he brought such joy to so many. The only way to see clearly is to allow God to transform my vision.
Honestly though, there are some days that my eyes get "out of focus," but God (there's that beautiful phrase again!) is gracious to help restore my sight. Just as He has adjusted my right eye to see the street sign down the road and my left eye to see the words in a book, He empowers me to see the good and give thanks for His gracious gifts. I cannot do this alone. Without my Bausch and Lomb contact, I would be in a world of haze. Just as I need this one contact to perfect my surface vision, I need the Lord as my one Contact to perfect my core vision. He alone enables me to truly see. I wouldn't consider going a day without my contact to see--why would I ever consider going a day without my Contact to see the things that matter most?
The clarity for 20/20 vision comes through His Word. In His faithfulness the Lord is helping me see Him on ordinary days in extraordinary ways. For this I am so grateful. I will continue to lift up my eyes to the hills where my help comes from.
"So we fix our eyes not on what is seen but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal." (2 Corinthians 4:18)
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Just a Little While
"In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. These have come so that your faith--of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire--may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed."
I Peter 1:6-7
"Mom, how much longer until we...?"
"Just a little while, honey."
I know through the years I have exasperated my children with the vague response, "just a little while." I think often this was my answer because either I didn't know myself exactly how long--a few hours, a few minutes, a few days--or more likely, I wanted to offer reassurance.
When we would leave our young children with a friend, grandparents, or a sitter to go to a meeting or out to dinner, we would hug them tight, reminding them, "We'll be back in a little while." We knew that our separation would not be for long, but a little while sounded much more brief than an hour or two. We offered "a little while" as a hint of reassurance.
"How much longer before we get to the campground?" another impatient voice pleads from the back seat. "Just a little while, dear," I reply once again, as I have the last three times the question has been asked. Except this time I am confident that our little while is only about 15 minutes since we have just passed a sign saying, "Unicoi State Park 10 miles ahead." The restless boys in the back seat surely did not want to hear "a couple more hours" when they first asked. Again "a little while" sounded much more comforting.
Even medical professionals know how consoling the phrase "a little while" is. The dentist says, "Your mouth will be sore for a little while" (instead of for a few days); the doctor suggests, "You'll need to stay off your feet for a little while" (instead of a week). A little while just sounds manageable.
This week we turned the calendar page to May, and in just a little while that final bell will sound and summer will be here. Students (and teachers!) are encouraged by those words--in just a little while they will be free of schedules and assignments and tests. Their smiles are a bit brighter and their steps are a bit lighter as they anticipate the freedom to come. How refreshing those words, "just a little while."
So surely this was Jesus' intent in John 16:16 when He tells His disciples: "In a little while you will see Me no more, and then after a little while you will see Me." His disciples were confused, asking each other what He meant by "a little while." That first little while was only a few hours; Jesus' crucifixion was imminent, and He would be going away. The latter little while was three days--referring to His resurrection and return to see them. I ponder the difference and how excruciatingly difficult that second "little while" must have been to endure. Yet, Jesus anticipated their pain and reassured them: "You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy...now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice; no one will take away your joy." (v.20, 22)
Yes, He knew that our "little whiles" might seem endless at times, but I believe He chose that phrase to help ease our distress. As I read Peter's words, "... though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials..." I can know that my grief is not forever. One day at a time, one step at a time--sometimes forward, sometimes backward, but only for a little while. I cling to His promise that our grief will turn to joy. Right now that seems impossible, but His Word tells me that all things are possible through Him. I must trust our faithful Father even when I don't understand. I know that Jim's "little while" of suffering has now turned to joy as he is in the very presence of our Lord. What comfort that offers!
I first heard the group Selah many years ago on a Sunday night at Temple Baptist in Hattiesburg. These lyrics from their song "Hold On" have graced my heart on several occasions, but most especially in recent days:
"If you feel today that you can't make it
Keep holdin' on, cause you can take it
If you hold on a little while longer
Hold on a little while longer...
You gotta hold to His hand
God's unchanging hand...
You gotta build your hopes on things eternal
My God will never let you down...
Hold on a little while longer..."
What a sweet reminder that God is holding our hands for however long this little while lasts...
"And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered for a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast. To Him be the power for ever and ever. Amen."
I Peter 5:10-11
I Peter 1:6-7
"Mom, how much longer until we...?"
"Just a little while, honey."
I know through the years I have exasperated my children with the vague response, "just a little while." I think often this was my answer because either I didn't know myself exactly how long--a few hours, a few minutes, a few days--or more likely, I wanted to offer reassurance.
When we would leave our young children with a friend, grandparents, or a sitter to go to a meeting or out to dinner, we would hug them tight, reminding them, "We'll be back in a little while." We knew that our separation would not be for long, but a little while sounded much more brief than an hour or two. We offered "a little while" as a hint of reassurance.
"How much longer before we get to the campground?" another impatient voice pleads from the back seat. "Just a little while, dear," I reply once again, as I have the last three times the question has been asked. Except this time I am confident that our little while is only about 15 minutes since we have just passed a sign saying, "Unicoi State Park 10 miles ahead." The restless boys in the back seat surely did not want to hear "a couple more hours" when they first asked. Again "a little while" sounded much more comforting.
Even medical professionals know how consoling the phrase "a little while" is. The dentist says, "Your mouth will be sore for a little while" (instead of for a few days); the doctor suggests, "You'll need to stay off your feet for a little while" (instead of a week). A little while just sounds manageable.
This week we turned the calendar page to May, and in just a little while that final bell will sound and summer will be here. Students (and teachers!) are encouraged by those words--in just a little while they will be free of schedules and assignments and tests. Their smiles are a bit brighter and their steps are a bit lighter as they anticipate the freedom to come. How refreshing those words, "just a little while."
So surely this was Jesus' intent in John 16:16 when He tells His disciples: "In a little while you will see Me no more, and then after a little while you will see Me." His disciples were confused, asking each other what He meant by "a little while." That first little while was only a few hours; Jesus' crucifixion was imminent, and He would be going away. The latter little while was three days--referring to His resurrection and return to see them. I ponder the difference and how excruciatingly difficult that second "little while" must have been to endure. Yet, Jesus anticipated their pain and reassured them: "You will grieve, but your grief will turn to joy...now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice; no one will take away your joy." (v.20, 22)
Yes, He knew that our "little whiles" might seem endless at times, but I believe He chose that phrase to help ease our distress. As I read Peter's words, "... though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials..." I can know that my grief is not forever. One day at a time, one step at a time--sometimes forward, sometimes backward, but only for a little while. I cling to His promise that our grief will turn to joy. Right now that seems impossible, but His Word tells me that all things are possible through Him. I must trust our faithful Father even when I don't understand. I know that Jim's "little while" of suffering has now turned to joy as he is in the very presence of our Lord. What comfort that offers!
I first heard the group Selah many years ago on a Sunday night at Temple Baptist in Hattiesburg. These lyrics from their song "Hold On" have graced my heart on several occasions, but most especially in recent days:
"If you feel today that you can't make it
Keep holdin' on, cause you can take it
If you hold on a little while longer
Hold on a little while longer...
You gotta hold to His hand
God's unchanging hand...
You gotta build your hopes on things eternal
My God will never let you down...
Hold on a little while longer..."
What a sweet reminder that God is holding our hands for however long this little while lasts...
"And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered for a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm, and steadfast. To Him be the power for ever and ever. Amen."
I Peter 5:10-11
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