Everyday Faith

Make God a part of your day

Are you making God a part of your plan today? You are in His plan, and thoughts…….This is what the Bible says:

“Evening and morning and at noon, I will complain and murmur, and He will hear my voice.” Psalm 55:17 NAS

“Thou hast taken account of my wanderings; put my tears in Thy bottle; Are they not in Thy book?” Psalm 56:8 NAS

“You know when I sit and when I rise; you percieve my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down.” Psalm 139:2,3

“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me.” Isaiah 49:16

Get up early, find some time, get alone with the One who wants to know you……I am convinced that the heart that honestly seeks Him, finds Him. Just talk to Him, prayer is just that, talking to Him like you talk to your best friend. Pour everything out in your own words. He likes plain honest talk and He doesn’t care if you leave out the Thee’s and Thou’s, He just wants real honest prayer from your heart. He already knows your innermost thoughts, but it is amazing how much better you feel when you tell Him anyway!

Thank you, Lord for meeting me this morning. Thank you that I am always on Your calendar, even if You are not always on mine.

I love you, God.

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The Gift of Laughter

A joyful heart is good medicine, But a broken spirit dries up the bones. Proverbs 17:22

Have you ever seen someone sitting together in a restaurant and they look like they never ever laugh? I was blessed enough to have been raised in a household where laughter was always present. I truly believe it is one of the best gifts a parent can pass onto a child. My Dad and I were notorious for getting in trouble for laughing when we weren’t supposed to. My Mom used to separate us in church. Invariably we would see the same exact thing and that would start an avalanche of uncontrollable laughter. We went to a very somber Baptist church. I think they really thought laughter was a sin, and especially laughing in church.

The church I attend now actually sometimes uses props and videos from comedians…I can appreciate that.

There is plenty to be serious about these days. But there are plenty of things to laugh at as well, just look around! Elaine and I laugh at something just about every day, though sometimes she thinks my slapstick humor is a bit sick. I can’t help it if I think it’s funny when people fall down or trip over carpets. Of course only if someone doesn’t get hurt. I figure if someone is doing a stunt on their own volition, then I have the right to laugh at them. Hey, I laugh when I fall down too. Let’s face it, Charlie Chaplin didn’t get to be a star because he shot out one liners, but because he fell a lot.

Humor is a gift from God, to be sure. To be able to laugh at ourselves means you can shrug off the stuff that you shouldn’t waste time on, so that you can take the really big stuff that happens seriously enough to be able to get through it with grace and God’s help.

My folks have been married for 62 years are still laughing. I called them from work the other day and they were just coming home from having the car fixed. Instead of their Minivan they were in the old Bronco. My Mom had nothing to hold onto to get in the car so my Dad was trying to push her from behind. He was laughing, and I could hear her in the background, “just get your hands off me, I can get in just fine.”  Then I heard her start to laugh.

They both started laughing so hard they had to hang up.

Many people in the Bible laughed, and there are even references about God laughing. I think Jesus must have found humor in many things on this earth. I love to think what His laughter sounded like. Laughter is the best gift…….I challenge you to find something funny today, I can almost guarantee you will.

Reposted from 2010

An Ecclesiastes kind of day

Some days are pretty much good all the way through, but most days are a mixture. Sprinklings of sorrow and hope with splashes of unexpected joy thrown in. A mixed bag. Yesterday was no exception. I started doing some decorating for Christmas which always puts me in a good mood. And every year I say I won’t do as much but I always do anyway. Once I get started I don’t want to stop. I do moving and unpacking the same way, I pull a marathon. I don’t want to stop until it’s done, then I collapse.

We got a call that our former neighbor Estelle passed away. She had just celebrated her 89th Birthday. I had just finished hanging the little lace angels she left me on each side of my bedroom tree earlier that morning…..yes, I do have a bedroom tree. Victorian. So that was sad, and yet she was a believer, so it was also cause for celebration. That, and she won’t have prolonged suffering at a nursing home or hospital. I like to think she saw Jesus first, then her husband Al, whom she missed and talked about so much.

I decorated pretty much the whole day. And in the middle of it all, Elaine’s Mom was doing her usual pacing in and out, but with a twist this time. I kept noticed her going through her purse looking for something, which she does every now and then. She seemed agitated. Some days she doesn’t touch her purse, other days it is a source of consternation and focus for the whole day. Yesterday she grabbed her purse and headed out the door like she was running away from home. I watched her to make sure she brought her purse back, that meant she was only going “around the horn” as she puts it. Around the block. In a gated park, our “blocks” are small.

When Elaine came home she did it again. Grabbed her purse and took off. So Elaine finally made the call to the Doctor that will set in motion her placement at an Alzheimer’s unit. We both have to work, and we can’t leave knowing that she may take off. It is no longer safe. That was a hard call for her to make, but it had to be done.

At 9:00 last night I was still dragging stuff out of storage. Elaine asked if I was ever going to sit down.

So, Christmas has come to our house. Three Nativity scenes, one of which I added cats to, I just know they had to be there.  I like to think one of them crept up to where Jesus lay and kept him warm. Four small trees, assorted wreathes, garland, star lights, animals in the sleigh, big Costco Santa, and squirrel helper, big Costco Snowman, and a big gaping hole where the main tree will go this weekend.

It was a day of hardship, joy, sadness but ultimately we know we will be okay, because we know the Savior.

I will say, not rest in peace Estelle, but enjoy the beginning of the rest of your life in Heaven!

I will see you there when God calls me home.

“But thanks be to God!He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my dear brothers and sisters, stand firm. Let nothing move you. Always give yourselves fully to the work of the Lord, because you know that your labor in the Lord is not in vain.” 1 Corinthians 15:57,58

New every morning

It always amazes me, that we can feel……have…..know, the power of the resurrection each new morning. I didn’t feel very resurrected this morning at all, when I climbed into my sweats and went out to pray in the half light. But by the time I came out? I was a new creation. And once again I felt Easter. Each day somehow we get the strength to get up and do it all over again.

That’s the power of the resurrection, the power of the cross, the power of the empty tomb! Hallelujah……

I offer this poem to you this morning…….It moved me:

Psalm by Thomas Merton

When no one listens to the quiet trees,

when no one notices the sun in the pool

When no one feels the first drop of rain

Or sees the last star

Or hails the first morning

Of a giant world

Where peace begins and rages end:

One bird sits still

Watching the work of God:

one turning leaf,

two falling blossoms,

Ten circles upon the pond……..

from Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander…..full poem available there.

Random Thoughts on a Saturday

 

It’s been a long week. I am still lamenting the absence of turkey leftovers in the fridge. I could just taste it….mayo, big chunks of meat, dressing and a bit of cranberry and a liberal amount of salt piled on bread….Mmmm. I just may have to do a little turkey on my upcoming days off.

Yesterday the day just dragged out mercilessly. I finally crept out to my car at around 11 and put the seat back to catch a cap nap, but I couldn’t get comfortable. I crawled in my small back seat and with bent knees I arranged myself in a somewhat sleepworthy position. There in the back seat a memory of a long ago time came back and I wasn’t expecting it. No one was more surprised that I was when the tears slid down……

When my brother and I were small, a Volkswagen bug was our family mode of transportation. The seat folded down in the back and we loved it. Back then there were no DVDs to watch, just the hum of the 1967 Bug. We were together and it was a good time. We watched cows drift by and slept on and off and played Slugbug.

It was the nostalgia of it all that brought forth tears, that, and realizing how much time has gone by and how fast. The sorrow we have both already lived through, the death of both our spouses, what are the odds of that? And I prayed for my brother right there in that back seat, because he needs a touch from the Lord right now.

Don’t we all?

I got through the day and realized I had to brave Wal-Mart and it was still Black Friday. I thought maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. It wasn’t, but I still couldn’t wait to get out of there. After that I stopped by Panda to get  Joyce some food and she informed me when I came in the door that she needed a map to the house. And that it was after 6:30. I didn’t want to ask what prompted the map thing. I think she was glad to see me though.

I made her plate and told her it was on the table, and because the house was sealed up like a tomb, I ran around opening windows. It was around 80 in the house. After dashing in and out with groceries, and working up a sweat, I noticed her fixing herself another plate. Then she struggled with the tea because we usually make it for her and set it by her plate. Finally she was settled at her place and I did my other jobs.

The cats were still safely inside and I was thankful. She let Briggs out one day and my cats never go out of the house. He was dirty and a bit scared I think, but he came running when Elaine called. So that was making me nervous all day. One hop over the fence and out in the road and they would be goners.

I thought for the thousandth time, how in the world Elaine has done this for two years. Only God’s grace is how.

I settled in front of the computer for a while, and talked to dear friends via FB. And talked to my Mom on the phone and Elaine from Las Vegas. I got some texts from Heather about Christmas plans.

And God touched down once again through His people. I am blessed.