While this place has been, and will continue to be, a place of peace for me, and hopefully for anyone who chooses to join me here, I feel burdened to make each word count. By count, I refer to something that will remain for eternity. My own words are weak and temporary, but the Words of the One who loves me most, are forever. What He lays on our hearts, we must never turn away from.
For this reason, I am going to attempt to share the greatest Story ever told, and the greatest Gift ever given. Prayerfully, I ask the Lord to work through these words to show His love and power. While my words may be weak, His will always accomplish His work (Isaiah 55:11). This world is aging and groaning, as are many of us. Sadness at the evil allowed to reign in this world threatens to swallow us up. How much more must Our Creator grieve at the desecration of His world?
It is at the beginning, with the Creator, that we must start. For without an understanding of the need, there is little understanding or appreciation for the Gift.
"In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." Genesis 1:1
There was a beginning, and God was there. Without Him, there would be nothing.
First, though, I suppose each one must choose whether or not they believe the Bible is God's Word. Is it truth? For if you do not believe that it is true, then every other thing must be suspect. Every piece of this Story that I will attempt to share is based on the assumption that every word is true. Not only that, but it is the very being of God. It is alive and able to meet your need today, as it has met needs for thousands of years.
"For the Word of God is quick and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart." Hebrews 4:12
Understanding where this comes from, I hope you will continue to join me as we look at this road leading to our great Gift.
Genesis 1:1 is so very special, because it is the foundation of everything. Our world, that seems so very constant, is not, and the One that seems so easy to doubt, is the one constant. God had no beginning. He has always been. To our very finite minds, we cannot truly understand this, but it does not change the Truth, as found in God's Word.
Christians, those who have accepted that very special Gift as their own, are sometimes guilty of jumping to the Gift without giving full attention to the rest of the Words. For every Word, leading up to the Gift, is meant to point to and to set the stage for the presentation of that Gift.
Genesis 1 begins to set the stage.
"And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters. And God said, 'Let there be light': and there was light." Genesis 1:2-3
Out of darkness, He brought light.
Perhaps we cannot really understand the significance of that, without jumping ahead to the Gift. But please know, that all the darkness that so weighs us down, can be chased away by His light if we will but ask. The one God, Creator, created light. He is light. If we want light in an increasingly darkened world, then we need only to turn to Him.
"This then is the message which we have heard of Him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in Him is no darkness at all." I John 1:5
This journey toward the greatest Gift is going to take some time. It is not a short story. God Himself took thousands of years to prepare the world for His Gift. I don't want to shortcut through the truths that must be accepted before we can be ready to accept the greatest Gift of all eternity. For some, simply the idea, that Truth exists may be much to take in. Please, find a copy of God's Word and begin looking for yourself.
The verses listed here are a beginning. They were the beginning of everything, and Lord willing, they will be the beginning of someone else following the path of Truth to the very Gift that will change everything.
Owl's Head Lighthouse, Owl's Head, ME
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Grace In The Silence
Silence has reigned in this place for such a long time. There have been days when I would look fondly into the window of this peaceful setting and wish that I could enter in. For, truly, I consider it a haven; a room away from the rest of the world, where my mind can focus and see purpose. It is this focus that I have missed.
For there has been a long period of time in which I lost the ability to focus or even put a meaningful sentence together. Reading and writing became impossible. The inability to understand written or spoken words laid me low. A disease had run rampant in my mind and body. They said that maybe I would get better...but maybe not. At first, the fear of death surfaced, and we trembled at what that would mean for our family. Then as weeks turned to months, and months to years, the fear of having to live this way outweighed the fear of dying.
The severity of symptoms would wax and wane. New symptoms would come. Pain and weakness prevented any real effort at personal care. My husband would care for me the way a parent cares for a child, on the days when I could not care for myself. He would gingerly help to comb out the snarls in my hair that came as a result of my being unable to raise my arms, or care about the simple task of combing hair. Helping me up and half carrying me to the bathroom or bed, he met my needs.
My children learned to meet their own needs.
My heart hurt with this knowledge, but I remained incapable of doing little but being there.
Each family member learned to interpret my mixed up speech. Being unable to remember simple words, or even their names, I ended up spitting out non-sense that they somehow understood.
We would laugh. It was funny.
It was humiliating too.
The day my husband bought a wheel-chair was a difficult day for him. "I don't want you to be locked away forever. This is so we can go out." I felt relief that it was a way for some sort of life, but fear embraced both of our hearts. Is this forever?
Doctors and medicines were expensive. My husband stepped away from the education he was striving for, in order to care for me.
"Why, Lord?"
Gradually, I have lost much of my voice. I can talk, but any prolonged talking causes strain. Singing, that had been a part of my entire life, has become something that I can occasionally enjoy, but the sound is not the same.
Again, I feel the Lord stripping away each piece of me, and I ask why. "Did I do something that makes you want to take back the gifts? I don't know who I am without these parts of me."
Throughout this, personal attacks came from some we trusted. My heart broke more, and I retreated. The stress increased the physical symptoms. My husband protected.
We kept going.
I would think of this place and wish I could write words to cleanse and heal.
As I regained my ability to read, I read His Words, and they were salt. Tears would come often as pain surfaced in response to the Truth. Little by little, the salt cleansed and healed.
I read words of those who had suffered much and lost much and continued to serve Him strong.
Again, I realized that He often strips us of things, and abilities, and sometimes the people we depend on, in order to show us our true inadequacy.
But empty vessels can be filled and used.
We build up our own ministries in our minds based on our experience, our skills and our worth.
Pride in our accomplishments always stands in the way of the work He wants to do. In His grace, He removes those obstacles in order to use us for His true work.
If I am never able to sing again publicly, if I can't write a word tomorrow, and if I never again have the ability to teach a complete Bible lesson, I know He still has a work for me to do.
Today I am writing because the words are here. It is little....but so were the loaves and fishes.
No one is guaranteed tomorrow. So if there is something that you feel burdened to do for Him, please don't wait.
Some of us are given a fresh start. It is similar to beginning life again, without skills or confidence. He wants our willingness, our worship, our thankful hearts.
With His grace, that is all we need.
"But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:19
"But the Lord is faithful, who shall stablish you, and keep you from evil." II Thessalonians 3:3
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." Galatians 6:9
For there has been a long period of time in which I lost the ability to focus or even put a meaningful sentence together. Reading and writing became impossible. The inability to understand written or spoken words laid me low. A disease had run rampant in my mind and body. They said that maybe I would get better...but maybe not. At first, the fear of death surfaced, and we trembled at what that would mean for our family. Then as weeks turned to months, and months to years, the fear of having to live this way outweighed the fear of dying.
The severity of symptoms would wax and wane. New symptoms would come. Pain and weakness prevented any real effort at personal care. My husband would care for me the way a parent cares for a child, on the days when I could not care for myself. He would gingerly help to comb out the snarls in my hair that came as a result of my being unable to raise my arms, or care about the simple task of combing hair. Helping me up and half carrying me to the bathroom or bed, he met my needs.
My children learned to meet their own needs.
My heart hurt with this knowledge, but I remained incapable of doing little but being there.
Each family member learned to interpret my mixed up speech. Being unable to remember simple words, or even their names, I ended up spitting out non-sense that they somehow understood.
We would laugh. It was funny.
It was humiliating too.
The day my husband bought a wheel-chair was a difficult day for him. "I don't want you to be locked away forever. This is so we can go out." I felt relief that it was a way for some sort of life, but fear embraced both of our hearts. Is this forever?
Doctors and medicines were expensive. My husband stepped away from the education he was striving for, in order to care for me.
"Why, Lord?"
Gradually, I have lost much of my voice. I can talk, but any prolonged talking causes strain. Singing, that had been a part of my entire life, has become something that I can occasionally enjoy, but the sound is not the same.
Again, I feel the Lord stripping away each piece of me, and I ask why. "Did I do something that makes you want to take back the gifts? I don't know who I am without these parts of me."
Throughout this, personal attacks came from some we trusted. My heart broke more, and I retreated. The stress increased the physical symptoms. My husband protected.
We kept going.
I would think of this place and wish I could write words to cleanse and heal.
As I regained my ability to read, I read His Words, and they were salt. Tears would come often as pain surfaced in response to the Truth. Little by little, the salt cleansed and healed.
I read words of those who had suffered much and lost much and continued to serve Him strong.
Again, I realized that He often strips us of things, and abilities, and sometimes the people we depend on, in order to show us our true inadequacy.
But empty vessels can be filled and used.
We build up our own ministries in our minds based on our experience, our skills and our worth.
Pride in our accomplishments always stands in the way of the work He wants to do. In His grace, He removes those obstacles in order to use us for His true work.
If I am never able to sing again publicly, if I can't write a word tomorrow, and if I never again have the ability to teach a complete Bible lesson, I know He still has a work for me to do.
Today I am writing because the words are here. It is little....but so were the loaves and fishes.
No one is guaranteed tomorrow. So if there is something that you feel burdened to do for Him, please don't wait.
Some of us are given a fresh start. It is similar to beginning life again, without skills or confidence. He wants our willingness, our worship, our thankful hearts.
With His grace, that is all we need.
"But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:19
"But the Lord is faithful, who shall stablish you, and keep you from evil." II Thessalonians 3:3
"And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." Galatians 6:9
Friday, November 29, 2013
That Simple Day
The day after.
After the work.
After the fellowship.
After the anticipation.
After the chaos.
After the clean up.
The day we wonder what comes next. What will be my next anticipation?
For much of my life, the stillness of the after, led to feelings of sadness and letdown. So much anticipation and then simple quiet.
I have found that today I sit in the stillness, and breathe with a feeling of satisfaction, not letdown. Perhaps it is age. Maybe experience, but I am learning to enjoy the simple. The simple quiet, the simple laughter, a simple tune, a simple hug from one that loves me.....it's enough.
The day after is the day without expectation, and that in itself is a simple pleasure. Today I can truly offer up a prayer of simple thanksgiving....for the craziness of the day before, for the bounty that remains, for the relationships that grow, and for the peace of a family.
The day after is a day of simple breathing and praying and loving. Tomorrow will come and with it more battles to be fought, more plans to be made, more money to be stretched and more anticipation of more days to come.
But for today....
we.
will.
just.
be.
"There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God." Hebrews 4:9
We look forward to that day when it is truly the day after all, when we will be able to experience the true rest in the presence of our God.
After the work.
After the fellowship.
After the anticipation.
After the chaos.
After the clean up.
The day we wonder what comes next. What will be my next anticipation?
For much of my life, the stillness of the after, led to feelings of sadness and letdown. So much anticipation and then simple quiet.
I have found that today I sit in the stillness, and breathe with a feeling of satisfaction, not letdown. Perhaps it is age. Maybe experience, but I am learning to enjoy the simple. The simple quiet, the simple laughter, a simple tune, a simple hug from one that loves me.....it's enough.
The day after is the day without expectation, and that in itself is a simple pleasure. Today I can truly offer up a prayer of simple thanksgiving....for the craziness of the day before, for the bounty that remains, for the relationships that grow, and for the peace of a family.
The day after is a day of simple breathing and praying and loving. Tomorrow will come and with it more battles to be fought, more plans to be made, more money to be stretched and more anticipation of more days to come.
But for today....
we.
will.
just.
be.
"There remaineth therefore a rest to the people of God." Hebrews 4:9
We look forward to that day when it is truly the day after all, when we will be able to experience the true rest in the presence of our God.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Grace In The Hallway
I saw a quote this week that has stuck with me. "Until God opens the next door, praise Him in the hallway."
The first time I looked at those words, I immediately saw my life lying out as one long hallway. I know there have been many doors opened in my life, but in my mind the hallway just keeps going on. There is always a longing to belong; to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am in the place that is the culmination of all the years of preparation. Still that longing continues; waiting.
Every once in awhile, and more and more often, I think about that waiting....and it makes me wonder if I am missing something. For God, who is the same yesterday, today and forever, is the God of today as much as He is tomorrow, or yesterday. His beauty and His perfectness are omnipresent, always available to His children.
It so often seems that clear direction is lacking in life, but that does not change Who He is. He is the same...regardless of our circumstances, our time of life, our failures, our hurts. He longs to be "sufficient" for us, but still we wait for a future that is not guaranteed, overlooking the grace that has been layed out before us today.
"Shew me thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day." Psalm 25:4,5
"Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee." Psalm 73:25
"O taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalm 34:8
"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." II Corinthians 12:9
The first time I looked at those words, I immediately saw my life lying out as one long hallway. I know there have been many doors opened in my life, but in my mind the hallway just keeps going on. There is always a longing to belong; to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am in the place that is the culmination of all the years of preparation. Still that longing continues; waiting.
Every once in awhile, and more and more often, I think about that waiting....and it makes me wonder if I am missing something. For God, who is the same yesterday, today and forever, is the God of today as much as He is tomorrow, or yesterday. His beauty and His perfectness are omnipresent, always available to His children.
It so often seems that clear direction is lacking in life, but that does not change Who He is. He is the same...regardless of our circumstances, our time of life, our failures, our hurts. He longs to be "sufficient" for us, but still we wait for a future that is not guaranteed, overlooking the grace that has been layed out before us today.
"Shew me thy ways, O LORD; teach me thy paths. Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day." Psalm 25:4,5
"Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee." Psalm 73:25
"O taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the man that trusteth in him." Psalm 34:8
"And he said unto me, 'My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness.' Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." II Corinthians 12:9
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Breathing Lessons
Over the last several months, I had every intention of coming to this place and opening myself onto a screen for anyone to see. That, however, is not what happened, as I am sure you can see if you take the time to look at the date of my last post. Shame on me.
Loss of job, difficult weeks of not knowing how life's needs would be met and general fatigue have caused upheaval.
Dealing with major life changes always causes us to readjust our hearts. Change is hard....whether good or bad....sometimes it just hurts. Along with that is the difficult period that must come where you struggle to find what road you have been led to at this juncture. Should we do this....or maybe that? Questions permeate the day to day. I find myself longing for permanence. Something unchanging. Security.
I believe that the Lord takes us to, and ultimately through these times to remind us that this life is not permanent. We are simply camping here. Perhaps getting too comfortable is just not producing the fruit we need in our life. I do not understand, however, why my faith becomes shaky and pallid. Will there come a time when my faith will stand strong in the face of the tempest? When I will not begin to sink as Peter did, but will walk confidently upon the waves. When I will know that my Lord's proximity is surety of my deliverance.
What is clear is that the Lord has chosen to give breath to me at this moment in time. He intends that I continue breathing. Frequently I find myself breathing too fast, requiring a conscious slow down. In this crazy and often times chaotic life, breathing requires thought and effort. My children surround me, breathing the the same air I am. They too struggle, but I must show them how to breathe.
We will continue to learn and grow together, as long as the Lord continues to supply the breath to breathe. And in that breathing, may we remember to praise the One who has supplied.
"Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD." Psalm 150:6
Loss of job, difficult weeks of not knowing how life's needs would be met and general fatigue have caused upheaval.
Dealing with major life changes always causes us to readjust our hearts. Change is hard....whether good or bad....sometimes it just hurts. Along with that is the difficult period that must come where you struggle to find what road you have been led to at this juncture. Should we do this....or maybe that? Questions permeate the day to day. I find myself longing for permanence. Something unchanging. Security.
I believe that the Lord takes us to, and ultimately through these times to remind us that this life is not permanent. We are simply camping here. Perhaps getting too comfortable is just not producing the fruit we need in our life. I do not understand, however, why my faith becomes shaky and pallid. Will there come a time when my faith will stand strong in the face of the tempest? When I will not begin to sink as Peter did, but will walk confidently upon the waves. When I will know that my Lord's proximity is surety of my deliverance.
What is clear is that the Lord has chosen to give breath to me at this moment in time. He intends that I continue breathing. Frequently I find myself breathing too fast, requiring a conscious slow down. In this crazy and often times chaotic life, breathing requires thought and effort. My children surround me, breathing the the same air I am. They too struggle, but I must show them how to breathe.
We will continue to learn and grow together, as long as the Lord continues to supply the breath to breathe. And in that breathing, may we remember to praise the One who has supplied.
"Let everything that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD." Psalm 150:6
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