Anxieties Within

              The other day I was going through the doldrums, those times when a person feels melancholy, sad, discouraged and unappreciated.  You know…the blues L  I really didn’t know why this mood suddenly hit me because the activity of the day was relatively routine. However, something inside me felt unsettled and anxious. In fact, I was becoming impatient with myself. I felt restless to the point of being engaged with abundant energy, and I hadn’t even drunk my sweet tea yet.

               Having put together a pot of fresh vegetable soup for supper and leaving it to simmer on the stove, I decided to take my excess energy outside.  Being outside curbed my energy quickly as the cold wind brought chills beneath my coat. I fed the birds, pulled a few dried weeds underneath the feeder, and returned to watch some football on TV.  All the while, though, I remained mentally antsy.

               As the day turned to evening, I found myself drawn to past memories.  My thoughts travelled from my childhood when life was simple and secure to my own family when our house was full of activity, unexpected encounters and challenges. Perhaps my inner being was longing for those former days, days that were difficult at times, but days filled with being needed and appreciated.

               After I had finished the supper dishes, I entered the quiet of our upstairs where the bedrooms of our children remain intact except for our son’s.  His had become my office.  However, I passed its door and settled upon the bed of our second daughter’s.  Lying there in the dark, I began talking to my Father.

               I told Him I felt restless today but I didn’t know why. Life, in general, was moving on an even keel.  Challenges lay in the future, but I felt confident with facing them, so I thought.  I missed my family but again, I knew they were being watched by Him. Our conversation continued for about thirty minutes as I rambled on with a variety of topics, like a child confiding in my parent with me doing all the talking. Then, I returned to life downstairs.

               Later, when my husband had gone to bed and the quiet of the night surrounded me, I cuddled upon our couch with my Bible and my devotions.  I first turned to Ruth Graham’s devotional book, Fear Not Tomorrow, God Is Already There.  The topic was “Trust His Patience.”  When I read the following excerpt, a “light bulb” experience occurred. “Inside I am full of anxiety. I must confess that I am impatient. When I see something that needs doing, I get to it, and if someone doesn’t do something in the time I think it needs to be done, I get agitated. Not a good thing!”  Wow!!  That was me, too, and the last part related to that day.  I thought my husband should be getting some small jobs done around the house, and when he failed to do anything about them, my agitation within me grew.  Patience…God is VERY patient. I need to be more patient, especially in my relationship with my husband. More importantly, I need to be trusting God’s patience and His timing in my every day walk.  (Point #1 on why I had felt the way I did.)

               The second devotion I read ended with a prayer which addressed discouragement, another sense I had experienced that day. “Dear Lord, when I get discouraged, help me to keep pressing on, looking ahead to when I will be with You forever.” Our Daily Bread  Discouragement can be damaging to the plan God has for us so we (I) must keep moving forward trusting Him all the way. (Point #2 on why I had felt the way I did.)

               Finally, the third message taken from Job spoke of family. Its emphasis was on balancing one’s professional life with family life. Since I was a stay-at-home mom for the majority of our children’s childhoods, that part didn’t relate to me. However, when Job reflected on his past days, “When the Almighty was yet with me, when my children were around me…” Job 29:5, his words personally touched me, especially that day when I had missed my family more than usual. I recognized that no matter where my family members presently were, we were together in God’s eyes. He would keep us together. (Point #3 on why I had felt the way I did.)

               As I closed my Bible and put the devotions away, I sensed God’s response to our previous conversation through the Holy Spirit. He was conversing with me through His Word and through spiritual writers.  As a result of His Presence, the confusion that had followed me through the day was replaced with peace because my Father had listened to His daughter and had answered through His Spirit. We serve a very personal God who cares and loves us so very much.  We just need to go to Him, talk with Him, wait, and listen to His response. Praise to our Heavenly Father!!

“In the multitude of my anxieties within me, Your comforts delight my soul.” Psalm 94:19

Another Lesson from the Birds

While reading my devotions the other morning, I was drawn to chattering birds outside my window.  I stopped reading and eavesdropped on their conversation. My, how they carried on! J I found it fascinating in my observations. Their melodious chirps and whistles seemed to harmonize into an expressive, joyful song.  Their excitement grew as their non-stop prattling rose to various degrees of volume. It was as though they, too, were spending time with their Creator in the new day’s dawn, perhaps even celebrating that a new day had arisen.

               If only I could be as excited as those birds when it comes to spending time with my Creator. Too often I rush through my devotion time, postpone it or even pass it by.  When I do miss my alone time with God, I definitely notice a difference, especially within myself. An uneasiness resides in my mind; I feel anxious and distracted, as though my energy has been reduced to mish-mash confusion. Even my attitude grows impatient, and I find myself more critical and less forgiving. These feelings might seem strange but they exist.  However, I know they have occurred because of my failure to spend that special, quiet time with my Father. AND sure enough, once I’m back on track with my sincere devotion time with God, my mind becomes clearer, my energy abounds (at least for a time J), and my spirit rejoices like the early morning birds.

               Once again those simple, common little birds showed me the importance of meeting God in the morning. With a renewed desire to commune with my Father through His Word, with confession and with prayer, I find that I, too, can praise and celebrate the breaking of a new day!!

“Give ear to my words, O LORD, consider my meditation. Give heed to the voice of my cry, my King and my God, for to You I will pray. My voice You shall hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning I will direct it to You, and I will look up.”  Psalm 5:1-3

Never Alone

Whenever November appears on the calendar’s march of months, it surfaces memories of family loss as well as the faithfulness of our Heavenly Father. At this time I would like to share a short personal experience piece I wrote shortly after my father’s death in 2008. May you be blessed!

Never Alone

As I stood before the gravesite of my parents, I stared upon the arrangement of red and pink roses, yellow carnations, and miniature daisies. Today, November 19, would have been their 69^th wedding anniversary. Instead, it was one month after my dad’s passing. My mother had died the year of their 65^th, and ironically, we held her memorial celebration on their anniversary day. Dad thought she would have approved of our choice.

               I glanced up and down the row of head stones where my father’s family was buried. From his seven siblings, only one of his brothers and one of his sisters remained. Slowly, his generation was leaving us, leaving me. I turned to go when an overwhelming sense of loneliness unexpectedly struck me.

               Throughout my life, family had always played a major part in the close-knit, rural environment where I was raised. Since some family member was always within driving distance, many weekends or Sunday afternoons were spent eating, visiting, playing baseball or whatever sport was in season, and of course, playing cards. Many fond memories of family and fun were engraved into my mind like drawings with permanent markers on a sketch pad. Now, with the loss of my parents and other close relatives, memories became irreplaceable paintings.

               Slowly, with tears filling my eyes, I walked to my car. I got in but I couldn’t start it. I felt so alone, so abandoned. Even though I had my own family, a husband, four grown children and four grandchildren, I felt empty. Why was I feeling this way? I thought. Was it part of the grieving process?

               When Mom had died, I remembered grieving. I missed her immensely, but I still had Dad. In fact, we drew upon each other’s love, strength, and security to get us through the change taking place. Perhaps that was it. With Dad’s passing I no longer had a father or a mother. I was an orphan.

               Before returning to my own home a hundred miles away, I decided to drive by my parents’ home that had been sold when Dad entered the nursing home.  I passed by their house of 60 years or more and stopped at the curb for reflection.  “Heavenly, Father,” I prayed. “What’s wrong with me? I know my parents are with You. Their faith and trust in Your Son, Jesus, were clearly shown to me over and over again. And, I, too, know Your Son as my Savior, but Father, I feel so alone. Please help me!” I cried.

               After calling to God for help, I had the urge to drive by my former church only a block away from our neighborhood. In fact, the church had been started by my great-grandfather. To me, this church was a part of my heritage. As I entered, the quiet of the sanctuary penetrated my heart. I breathed in the peace and comfort I felt amidst its walls. A sense of security crept over me. The tension and isolation that had grown inside me were diminishing, and a fullness was replacing the emptiness as well.

               Several days later while I was studying my devotions, I was led to John 14. Never before had those words spoken by Jesus affected me so directly. When I read verse 18, “I will not leave you orphans; I will come to you,” I broke into tears and cried like a little girl. I realized that I was not an orphan, but a child of God’s. He had never abandoned me. He was there through every loss I had experienced, and He had lovingly and gently reminded me of His faithfulness through His words from John. Yes, I am a member of God’s family; I am His daughter, now and forever.

“Peace I leave with you.  My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” John 14: 27

"Therefore know that the LORD your God, He is God, the faithful God who keeps covenant and mercy for a thousand generations with those who love Him and keep His commandments." Deut. 7:9

Hearing and Believing

               Growing up, I enjoyed hearing stories about my grandparents. Unlike most children who have many grandparents today, I only had one living grandmother, my mom’s mother.  My dad’s parents had died in their 40s, leaving him and his seven siblings to raise themselves. My mom’s dad passed away the year I was born.  However, I was born on the wedding anniversary of my mom’s parents so I always felt a special connection with my grandma. In fact, it was like an unexpected gift from my grandpa, and I think my grandma thought so, too. J

               Even though I never met my other grandparents, I felt drawn to them.  Listening to tales my parents and my grandmother shared about them as well as looking at pictures brought them to life for me.  As a child, I imagined what it would have been like to sit on their laps and feel their love.  I even picked out the brightest stars in the night sky and visualized my grandparents looking down at me from Heaven.  It might have been in a child’s imagination, but the cheery, sparkling stars somehow knitted them into my heart.

               Now, hearing stories about my grandparents whom I have not physically seen is like hearing/reading stories about Jesus whom I have not physically seen. Jesus lived on this earth; He told stories; He taught lessons; He loved us; He died for us; He conquered death for us.  We know these truths through God’s Holy Word.  And fortunately for me, through my parents’ and grandmother’s love for Jesus, I heard stories from the Bible as well as personal testimonies of His faithfulness.  Eventually, I read those spoken Bible stories on my own, but most importantly, I came to love Jesus as I did my grandparents, sight unseen.

                Even though we have not seen Jesus face to face, we who believe in Him have His blessing. As Jesus told Thomas in John 20:29, “Jesus said to him, ‘Thomas, because you have seen Me, you have believed. Blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed.’”

               Let’s shout for joy and keep telling and sharing the stories of Jesus for some day we WILL see Him, full in His Glory!!

“Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.” 1 Peter 1: 8-9 (NIV) 

A Message from the Closet

               In the latter part of the summer, we had our aged, wooden shingles replaced by colorful, blue metal. As a result of this project, the second floor of our vintage house was covered with dirt, probably the remains from the Dirty 30s!! J   Anyway, it was my task to literally clean every room from top to bottom, which included stuffed animals and precious knick-knacks still standing on shelves from when our kids still occupied the rooms. Well, I can tell ya; I didn’t relish the job.  BUT, at least I could take my time with no one using the rooms.

               Having successfully accomplished one room after many installments, I continued my efforts to clean our second daughter’s room. Once again, I didn’t get very far.  However, what did occur was an example of how God appears in ordinary, simple tasks.

               That morning before becoming involved in my upstairs project, I checked facebook. I had received a message from Cindi, one of my Christian sisters and prayer warrior, requesting prayer as she had planned to speak to her volleyball girls, whom she coaches, about some “drama” taking place amongst the team members. I responded that I would be praying and also messaged a few encouraging words for her specifically. After shutting down my laptop, I briefly spoke to God asking Him to give Cindi guidance and wisdom in this situation, and then I forced myself to return to my yucky task of cleaning the dirt-filled closet. 

               As I removed a plastic container from the top shelf, I noticed through the dirt layer on the lid that it had been marked, “Christian Material for Teens.”  My curiosity immediately engulfed me.  Many years ago when our children were involved in various youth groups as well as in Sunday school, I taught youth classes and led devotions at some of the group meetings.  Consequently, I had gathered books, workbooks, and other resource materials to help with my teaching efforts and then had carefully packed them away when that phase in my life had been completed. But today, of all days, I rediscovered the container.

               When I took off the lid, I was surprised to see how everything inside was still in good condition. However, the first item that caught my attention was a book on the Biblical David, a resource I had used in leading Beth Moore’s Bible study on King David.  I began thumbing through it and noticed a highlighted area referring to the friendship between David and Jonathan, King Saul’s son and heir to the throne.  Now this was where it got interesting because the passage was describing how these two men, both powerful in their own right, were not competing with each other but promoting one another.  Each one was looking out for the best interest of the other. Their friendship was a true, genuine commitment.

               As I read more, I realized that these words were what Cindi needed to hear before she spoke to her players. The idea of promoting, encouraging, and supporting each other as David and Jonathan did could be applied to the volleyball team.  I was excited and thrilled how God had provided insight in a most unforeseen way, in the chore of cleaning out a dirty ol’ closet. I contacted Cindi and gave her the book before her meeting.

               Later that evening, Cindi messaged me that the meeting went well, even better than expected. Along with an inspirational video and excerpts from the book, she said the girls were quiet and listened without interruption. She had felt God’s involvement through it all!!  What a blessing!!!

“Make a joyful shout to God, all the earth!

Sing out the honor of His name;

Make His praise glorious.

Say to God,

‘How awesome are Your works!’” Psalm 66: 1-3a  

Reunion

              A few months ago members of our high school class gathered to celebrate our 50^th class reunion. Before the designated day arrived, I was a little nervous.  The last class reunion I had attended was the 40^th, and people do change in ten years, right? J  However, discovering that several of my close friends from high school were attending the festivities, my nervousness turned into excitement. I couldn’t wait to see them.

               When I entered the Sports Bar and Grill, the designated meeting place, I immediately felt calm and relaxed as I recognized one classmate after another. Everyone responded with enthusiasm and comradery.  Conversations turned from today’s activities, family involvements, and occupations to laughter and stories of past events. It was a fantastic, fun reunion with over 30 of us attending out of a class of 79 (Nine have passed away).  As the time together came to an end, a warm sense of friendship spread throughout the room with everyone looking forward to the next reunion.

               On the drive home, smiles remained constant on my face. Being with my close friends from high school along with all my former classmates embraced my heart.  It had been a wonderful reunion.

   BUT THEN, another reunion to look forward to ran through my thoughts.  In fact, this will no doubt in my mind be the greatest reunion of all…a gathering of all who believe in Jesus Christ as their personal Savior. The appearance of JESUS together with my family and friends (classmates included) can only be imagined at this point, but in my heart, I know it will be AWESOME and one worth attending!!

“For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men, teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in the present age, looking for the blessed hope and glorious appearing of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ…” Titus 2: 11-13

A Labor Day Miracle

With the Labor Day holiday I am reminded of one of the most amazing incidents that took place during that holiday in 2007.  Since I recorded the event in my “tidbit” journal, I’m taking my words for this post from that entry. May you be blessed as I was on that extraordinary ride.

               “The Labor Day weekend found Larry, Haley [our youngest daughter] and me travelling to Springfield, Mo to help Quinn, Rebecca and Nora [our son and his family] load up to move to Hays, Ks. All week I had been apprehensive about the drive. Anxiety and fear took hold. Satan was determined to take control. Over and over I spoke to God about this attack, knowing full well that my God was more powerful than Satan. Various stories of Scripture came to mind as God led the way for His people, the Israelites, through the wilderness. God leads the way for all who trust Him. And God led the way for us.

“We had decided to turn off at the Clinton, Mo exit because according to Map Quest, that was the quickest way. Never taken this exit before, I was worried that I would direct Larry incorrectly causing him to respond with frustration. That was my fear above all…Larry’s disapproval. However, I had considered the possibility of our missing the turn off, and we would still be okay. The trip would just take longer.

               “Shortly after passing around Kansas City, we came upon a line of traffic several miles long due to the Labor Day holiday. There were four lanes so we kept passing the bumper to bumper line-up by staying in the third lane. It was already dark so landmarks were impossible to distinguish, but the exchanges were well marked. We noticed that the Clinton exit was fast approaching, but we were in the third lane and needed to be in the second. Every time Larry tried to cut in, the closure would stop us. We were maybe 100 feet to the turn off and suddenly, a truck in the second lane hesitated, and we slipped over and made the exit. We had bypassed the traffic jam and continued without delay. God provided the space for us. There’s no doubt in my mind that He orchestrated that opportunity. God did, indeed, lead the way. And my concern of disappointing Larry was gone as well. It was AWESOME!

               “As I reflect upon the trip to Springfield and the Clinton exit incident, I’m drawn to the story of the Israelites crossing the Red Sea. Just as their obstacle was the Red Sea so ours was the stream of vehicles. Both of us needed to cross or in our case, slip into the stream. Both of us were running out of time. The Israelites had Pharaoh’s army approaching them; we had the Clinton turn-off approaching us. When it seemed the Israelites were to be destroyed by the army and when it seemed we would be forced to miss our exit, God intervened, just at the appropriate time!  The Red Sea opened up for the Israelites to cross over; a space in front of a semi opened up moments before the turn-off!  Awesome!

               “God’s timing is always perfect. We, His people, need to trust Him completely and allow Him to act out His will.”

"Then Moses stretched out his hand over the sea; and the LORD caused the sea to go back by a strong east wind all that night, and made the sea into dry land, and the waters were divided." Exodus 14:21

A Morning "Hello"

               A morning thunderstorm greeted me as I awoke to the breaking day. Something special passed through my soul as the thunder rumbled in the early dawn and gentle drops of rain tapped against the window pane.

               As first, I snuggled deeper underneath my bed covers and lay in silence listening to the voice of nature emerging from the morning storm.  It was as if my soul were soaking in the refreshment of the washing of the earth. I felt an inner joy, a cleansing of sorts; perhaps, a renewal of both my body and my mind. The pleasantness of the moment erased all concerns of the day.

               Then, as if my spirit said, “Enough already. Time to rise and start the day,” I sat up, took a deep breath, and whispered a soft “Thank you” to the One who provided a morning, “Hello.”

“The LORD thundered from heaven, and the Most High uttered His voice.” 2 Samuel 22:14

Take My Hand

              On one of our visits to our second daughter’s family, her youngest, two-year old Katharine, took my hand, looked up at me with her soft, bright blue eyes, and said, “Come.”  No hesitation on my part, I went!! J  She then proceeded to lead me upstairs to tour the second floor of their home, where she showed me her brothers’ rooms as well as her room she shared with her older sister.  As we walked, we carried on a very lively conversation, and I actually learned a great deal.  It was one of those special “Grandma moments,” the kind that makes any Grandma’s heart swell with joy.

               Several days later I read a devotion entitled, “Come to Me.”  After reading its message, I couldn’t help but be reminded of little Katharine’s welcoming hand.  Jesus, too, has a welcoming hand.  Matthew 11:28 states, “Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.”  That’s such a comforting and gentle command.  As Jesus extends His Hand to you, grab hold and enjoy the walk with Him.  He has much to tell you.

“…and the one who comes to Me I will by no means cast out.”  John 6: 37

Backseat Driver

              Part of my parents’ summer agenda included vacations which my brother and I always looked forward to. Since my dad with his business partner owned and operated a grocery store in our small, Western Kansas community, they each scheduled for themselves a one week vacation which in our case meant a trip to Colorado and the Rocky Mountains.

              Our family loved going to the Rockies.  Each vacation Mom and Dad would plan different places for us to visit there, and every year seemed better than the last.  We never came home disappointed.  However, there was one part of our trips that did frighten me as a youngster --- those hairpin curves as we drove through the mountain passes.  In the 50s, there were only two-lane highways and not much extra space on either side of the roads.  At times, my heart would jump as I glanced out the window to a steep incline below.  Fortunately, my dad was a very careful driver, but that didn’t stop me from expressing my concern.  In fact, I admit I was a backseat driver.

              As I reminisce, I don’t know how my dad endured my continual directions.    Leaning directly behind him on the edge of the backseat (no seat belts in the 50s either), I would say, “Curve, Dad, fifteen miles an hour, Dad,” and on and on.  He never responded angrily or told me to be quiet, but Mom did. J  So I would sit back, try to relax, and return to watching the landscape through the windows.  Eventually, I learned to let go of my fear of the curves and trust my dad’s driving abilities.  After all, he was in complete control without my help.

              Now, today, I need to follow my childhood’s pattern of letting go of my fears and trusting my Dad, my Heavenly Father, to safely drive me through the curves of life.  Like my earthly father, my Heavenly Father doesn’t need my backseat driving. He knows what curves lie ahead of me in my life’s journey, but He has given me a choice: to trust Him to handle the roads ahead or to sit on the edge of the seat and give directions.  As my dad would gently say, “It’s okay, Vicki,” while keeping his eyes on the road ahead, so my Heavenly Father gently nudges me and says, “It’s okay, Vicki; lean back and trust me.”  This I must do daily!  Thank you, Father, for being a patient “DAD”!!

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”  Prov. 3:5-6

A Walmart Incident

            It’s through those simple, everyday occurrences that I have drawn closer to my Heavenly Father. He is always ready to assist me, no matter what!  I only need to recognize His assistance.

            For instance, God came to my aid once again while shopping in Walmart. As I was reading the label on a fruit cup pak, I accidentally knocked one pak from its shelf.  Landing on the floor caused all four individual cups to scatter and break. In the brief seconds it took for me to gather my wits to what had happened, a Walmart clerk appeared immediately in the aisle and took care of the entire incident. As he knelt down to pick up the leaking cups, I told him he was a “God thing.”  He chuckled and left to get supplies to clean up the mess I had made.  As for me, I stood in awe as I knew God had placed that clerk in my aisle at that precise time.  After all, where in Walmart do you find a clerk when you need one?  Not only that, but my husband and I were the only two in the aisle to witness my embarrassment.  Now, that’s a thoughtful FATHER!!!

“GOD is our refuge and strength, a very present help (emphasis added) in trouble.” Psalm 46:1

Be on Guard

When spring arrives on the farm, so do snakes. At first, two snakes (a bull snake and a rattlesnake) made their appearance on our premises. Showing no remorse when the opportunity presented itself, I drove my car over the bull snake until it had died. Then, as if it were making paybacks, several weeks later two more bull snakes lay sunning themselves in the cool grass in front of our dining room window.  When my husband, Larry, went out to check on them, they quickly slithered out of sight.  Despite their disappearance, I remained cautious every time I left the house until…a few distractions caught me off-guard.

               Late one morning I was tending my two flower pots in our back yard when I noticed a small space in the so-called foundation of our house.  Foundation?? That’s a chuckle because our house, over 100 years old, doesn’t have much of a foundation.  In fact, only by God’s protective arms it remains upright. (possible blog piece) J Anyway, when I spotted this space, I took action. I remembered seeing some bricks lying in an area that once contained a vegetable garden. Larry had just mowed this section so the walk was free of weeds and tall grass. When I neared the site, I spotted a brick immediately and picked it up. Just as I started back to the house, I saw Larry’s pickup pull into our parking lot and at the same time I felt a rubbery, wiggly sensation coming from the bottom of my tennis shoe.  Glancing down, I jumped several inches to the side as I had stepped on a thin, grey/blue snake.  I’m not sure which of us was frightened the most, but I didn’t wait around to see where that “dude” went.  By the time I ran to the house, I was breathless and my heart had to be racing as fast as American Pharaoh!  Whew!!

               As I reviewed this experience, there are many incidents in life which catch us off-guard, especially when things seem to be going smoothly. These unexpected distractions can cause panic, create fear, and leave us with a sense of hopelessness. But that’s just how the ole devil works.  That’s why Peter in his first letter warned us about the devil. “Be on your guard and stay awake. Your enemy, the devil, is like a roaring lion, sneaking around to find someone to attack.  But you must resist the devil and stay strong in your faith. You know that all over the world the Lord’s followers are suffering just as you are. But God shows undeserved kindness to everyone. That’s why he appointed Christ Jesus to choose you to share in his eternal glory. You will suffer for a while, but God will make you complete, steady, strong and firm.  God will be in control forever! Amen.” 1 Peter 5: 8 – 11 (Contemporary English Version)

               After that unexpected “snake” encounter, even though it’s a daily challenge, I am trying to be more aware of my surroundings as I venture outside.  However, a more important lesson that I’ve learned through this confrontation is the fact that I must not lose myself in fear but to rely upon God and trust Him through each and every distraction in life, whether it be natural, physical, emotional, intellectual, or spiritual. This, too, is a daily challenge.

“But the Lord is faithful, who will establish you and guard you from the evil one.”  2 Thessalonians 3:3

Flight Tracker

               Ever since a friend of mine told me about Flight Tracker, I enjoy using it, especially when members of my family or close friends take to the sky for travelling purposes.

               For some of you who might not be familiar with this online flight service, it’s a website where airline flights can be followed. All you need is the name of the airline, the departure and arrival airports, and flight numbers, if available.  Once I’ve entered the necessary flight information on the site, a screen will appear showing details relating to the flight, such as whether or not the plane has been boarded or if it’s on the runway.  Then suddenly, a miniature plane appears and the flight begins.

               I find it fascinating to observe the jet as it crosses the country.  Actually, watching the plane is a good geography exercise.  Cities, highways, lakes, rivers, and mountain ranges are all visible.  A chart is also made available which gives the altitude, speed and other specific information about the jet.

               As I see the small plane figure move from place to place, I feel connected with my family members and friends who are aboard the plane. I visualize being there with them, sharing the experience together, talking, laughing, reading, napping, and anticipating the arrival of our destination. Then, when I read on my laptop screen that the plane has landed, I feel relief, knowing they are safe upon the ground so I close the site and wait to hear from them.

               Yes, the Flight Tracker is an amazing resource for following flights across the United States, but what is even a greater resource is God, our Heavenly Father, who is continually tracking our lives without the internet. Not only does He track us, but He also wants to be connected with us so He sent His Son Jesus to make that connection. With Jesus we can share our thoughts, our feelings, and our actions because He knows us inside and out. We don’t have to wait till the plane lands to find relief and inner peace. We can find it in a personal relationship with Jesus, our one, true and constant flight tracker.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”  John 3:16

Shadows

               Do you remember the time when you discovered your shadow?  I don’t recall my age, but I do remember the fun of playing hand puppets on the wall by making different finger and fist creations. Sometimes I was even impressed with my designs. J But then, the fun ended when the light went out or some other entertainment took its place.

               When I walk down the quarter-mile road, depending on the direction of the light, I am joined by my shadow.  I find it comforting in a pleasant sort of way to know I have company. However, when the light disappears, so does my shadow.  While I reflected on this simple “shadow” concept, thoughts concerning the Holy Spirit surfaced.

               Imagine if you will that the Holy Spirit is one’s shadow. As I walk with the light behind me, my shadow goes before me, leading the way. It also accompanies me from the side as though we’re striving together side by side. However, when I face the light, my shadow is behind me. Even though it’s there and I can’t see it, that doesn’t mean it’s gone.

               Similar comparisons can be made to the Holy Spirit. Once a person has accepted Jesus Christ as his/her personal Savior, he/she receives the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, the Helper Jesus spoke of when He was with His disciples. “And I pray the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may abide with you forever---the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees Him nor knows Him; but you know Him, for He dwells with you and will be in you.”  John 14: 16-17   Likewise, as our shadows appear before, beside and behind us, so the Spirit will lead us through our challenges, walking side by side and never leaving us alone, even when we don’t see His Presence. So, the next time you notice your shadow, let it remind you of the Helper, the Holy Spirit, who’s with you 24/7!!!

“Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice. My soul follows close behind You; Your right hand upholds me.”  Psalm 63:7-8

  

Bird Feeders

               One day when I was visiting our daughter, Karen, and her family, I noticed they had a bird feeder hanging from a shepherd’s staff in their backyard. I enjoyed watching the variety of birds as they devoured the seed from the feeder. I guess my fascination with the birds was recognized by her husband, Kenny, because before I left that day, he had bought me a shepherd’s staff for a bird feeder. Surprised and enthused about my gift, I didn’t hesitate in buying a feeder which ended up being a lighthouse, one of my favorite items to collect.J This had to be a God “thing.”

               When I returned home, I found the perfect spot for the shepherd’s staff and feeder so I immediately filled the lighthouse with wild bird food.  Day after day I checked from my kitchen window to see if any birds were taking advantage of the available nourishment. Sadly, not a bird appeared.  I was very disappointed and even posted on face book about my new bird feeder and that I thought the city birds needed to visit their country cousins to show/teach them how to use it.  Well, I don’t know if it was the fb post or maybe a passing, hungry bird but finally, one bird found the feeder, and now it’s the popular feeding ground for all kinds of birds.

               A couple of weeks later I was observing the birds while washing dishes and I had a thought or two.  The feeder, although filled with seed, was ignored at first. But then, one little sparrow discovered its food and soon more arrived. Sometimes don’t we treat God’s Word, the Holy Bible, as the bird feeder?

               God has given His children nourishment through the Bible. Many take advantage of His provision while others ignore it completely. Those that take advantage are filled with knowledge, instruction, wisdom, and a deeper understanding of God, our Heavenly Father, as well as His Son, Jesus Christ. Those who ignore the Word go hungry and seek fulfillment through a variety of worldly means. However, there is still hope for the lost. Just as the birds discovered the bird feeder so can the lost discover God’s Word. All it takes in one messenger.

“How then shall they call on Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him of whom they have not heard? And how shall they hear without a preacher?”  Romans 10:14

The Package and the Radiator Cap

Last week Larry, my husband, was unexpectedly admitted to the hospital for a re-evaluation of all the medicine he was taking.  He began feeling poorly during a routine check-up on his shoulder which he had surgery on four years ago. The surgeon told him he needed to see a doctor asap. As God provided, one of the local doctors was able to see him…thus the admittance into the hospital. 

               Now this in itself was a blessing as Larry has been having health issues for some time.  This new doctor was determined to find the cause of his problems. Consequently, he would need to remain in the hospital for a period of time.

               Since his health issues weren’t life-threatening, I decided to drive back and forth from our home to the hospital which made about a 120 mile round trip.  Normally, this trip wouldn’t be a concern; however, our “well-travelled” car, which has been a reliable vehicle for years, has developed a problem.  It now requires coolant/antifreeze added to its radiator about every other day, depending on how much we drive it. This doesn’t seem like a huge problem, only an inconvenience. However, try as I may, I have NOT been able to remove the radiator’s cap. Larry has shown me how to do it, but my attempts have failed so he is the one in charge of this task.  Consequently, with him in the hospital and with me driving back and forth, removing the radiator’s cap became my concern.  Granted, I could have driven Larry’s Dodge pickup, but to be honest, I’d rather ride in it than drive it J  So stubborn me had to rely upon my own strength or (and this was the main source): the strength of JESUS!!!

               In the morning before I left to drive to the hospital, I prayed that Jesus would either give me the ability to take off the radiator cap or send me someone who would.  Taking a deep breath and trusting in Jesus, I attempted to remove it, but I couldn’t. Consequently, I would follow my second option which was to find someone who could.  With the Spirit’s urgings, I contacted a friend of mine who has a son who’s a mechanic so she said she would call him to let him know I was bringing in my car to have him help me.  I sighed with relief, but just as I was finishing our conversation, Larry called.  He told me that the postman had contacted him because I had a package that needed my signature and wondered if I would be home.  WOW!!!!  It wasn’t my friend’s son that God had planned to help me but the postman.  AND to top it off, the package was from my spiritual sister, LaJuan, (Dimes and Hearts post) who had sent me a package from Hong Kong.  I had no idea that LaJuan had sent me a package, but God did, and HE also knew I would need someone to help me with the radiator cap on that particular morning at that particular time!!!!   What an awesome God we serve. He was in control…all I had to do was TRUST Him and stay out of His way!    

               The postman came to my aid so I was able to make the trip to the hospital twice before adding more coolant. By that time Larry was home and was able to do it.  Yes, Larry is some better, and hopefully, the new medicines and other physical therapy treatments will make him feel even better.

 We are praising God for His assistance through this unexpected lifestyle change, and I am praising God for his amazing orchestration as the package from LaJuan brought me my rescuer.

“I will lift up my eyes to the hills---from whence comes my help?

My help comes from the LORD, who made heaven and earth.” Psalm 121: 1-2

Eagles

            Several weeks ago I was challenged to post a Bible verse on facebook for seven days.  Finding this challenge to be a good way to share God’s Word, I accepted it. However, I knew it would be difficult because of all the verses I wanted to include. So I asked the Spirit’s help, and He led me to the seven ones I posted. But as the week ended, I felt drawn to discuss one of the verses further.  That verse was Isaiah 40:31: “But those who wait on the LORD shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint.”

               When I read this verse, I am reminded of the last segment to The Lord of the Rings trilogy by J.R.R. Tolkien. I enjoy that trilogy a great deal. In fact, the more I watch the movies, the more I appreciate them, and after reading The Hobbit as well as the trilogy, I find the entire series even more fascinating. But what strikes me the most is the scene in the final movie where Frodo and Sam are rescued from the lava flow by giant eagles. By the appearance of these life-saving eagles, what seems to be the end for our heroes turns into new opportunities for both of them. This scene demonstrates a breath-taking picture of rescue.

               But then what’s even neater comes from another Bible verse that I discovered in my research for this post. In Exodus 19, Moses and the Israelites arrive at Mount Sinai and camp.  Moses then approaches God and He replies, “You have seen what I did to the Egyptians, and how I bore you on eagles’ wings and brought you to Myself.” (verse 4)  Once again the image of eagles rescuing God’s people presents evidence of His faithfulness, His goodness and His love.

               I believe God continues to rescue His people today, perhaps not as dramatic as the eagles in the movie but in more subdued approaches.  He rescued me through His Son Jesus when I was a teenager. He gave me the Scriptures to provide wisdom and insight. Throughout my life, He’s provided family members and a variety of spiritual friends to love, to trust, to share, and to walk life’s path together. Yes, God has rescued me time and time again, and He’ll continue until I, too, might board an eagle and fly to Heaven.

“I will say of the Lord, ‘He is my refuge and my fortress; My God, in Him I will trust…He shall cover you with His feathers, And under His wings you shall take refuge.”  Psalm 91: 2,4

A Mother's Reflection on Easter

               As our son and his family entered our house for a short visit the day before Easter, I gave him an extra-long hug. Yes, we had seen them about a month ago, but this day was different.

               Before their arrival, while I was reading my devotions centering on Holy Week, I was reflecting on all the events that occurred. But this time as I reviewed the week, it was Jesus’ age that gripped my heart because when He was crucified He was only 33, the same age as my son.

               I couldn’t help but think of His mother, Mary, and empathized with her emotions. When I imagined my son upon that cross, my eyes filled with tears and my heart broke with overwhelming loss. How could she have borne such an act? How could she watch Him suffer and die?  How could she let Him go?  It was almost too much for me to bear.

               But that was Friday, and on Sunday her pain and grief turned into praise and gain…praise that her Son was alive and gain that she would be with Him forever. What a day to celebrate, bringing everlasting results.

               So when I gave my son a tight and lingering hug, I, too, felt praise and gain…praise that my son and I are believers in Jesus as our personal Savior and gain as we shall share eternity together.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.”  John 3: 16

Rocks continued...

             As I have mentioned in an earlier post, I have a rock ministry.  Consequently, whenever I take off walking down our country road, I keep alert for more rocks to gather.

            One evening as I was strolling with the Spirit and picking up rocks, I examined one and threw it away. I heard the Spirit’s voice ask me why I had thrown it away.  Hmm…because it was broken and rough around the edges, not smooth and slick.

            “Pick it up,” I heard the gentle command.

            Fortunately, I had dropped it a short distance away and found it almost immediately. When I returned home with my sweatshirt pockets full of rocks, I began washing them off one by one. When I came across the broken one, I couldn’t help but smile as this rock now looked clean and showed character after its bath!

            Then, I had a thought or two.  Don’t we do the same thing with people? Don’t we often ignore those who are different from us?  Who might be broken and rough around the edges?  Who might ruin our reputation if seen with them?

            What if we were to befriend them instead? What if we would mend their brokenness and bring back their smiles?  What if we would do for them what Jesus did for us?  Because before we knew Jesus as our personal Savior, we were like those broken rocks: dirty, rough, tossed away or thrown down. BUT through Jesus’ sacrificial death upon the cross, we were washed clean by His blood and made whole. Jesus picked us up, gave us a bath and made us shine!!

“But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.”  I John 1:7

Quiet Places

               I read an interesting quote the other day concerning solitude. It was taken from Richard Foster’s book, Celebration of Discipline, which said, “We must go away from people so that we can be truly present when we are with people.”  I certainly could identify with that idea.  As a wife and mother there were moments when I needed to get away, if only for a minute or twenty, to breathe deeply, relax and allow the Spirit to bring me peace.  Even in that short time, I felt better and was able to resume household responsibilities and appreciate those around me with a refreshed attitude.  Consequently, this quote brought to mind my variety of “quiet places”, places where I would go to be alone to complain, to think, to pray.

               Three distinct places came to mind in my childhood. A closet was the first.  Whenever I became upset with my parents or my older brother, I would hide in my closet and usually complain to Jesus how unfair everyone was. Once my pity party ended, I would leave my complaints there and resume my childlike ways, forgiving and forgetting the cause of my complaints.  A tree in our front yard was my second hideaway.  As soon as I could master climbing it, I would spend hours in “my” tree playing make believe tales and watching the neighborhood’s activities within the confines of my tree’s branches.  My third special place was a bit dangerous as it was located in a cubby space on the roof of our house. I climbed our TV antennae to reach it, but I felt very protective under its eaves. All three of these places brought me comfort and unique refreshment during my younger years.

               Then, when I left home for college, I found two, rather unusual solitary spots.  One was located in the college’s library on the third floor in the reserve room. I don’t recall how I discovered that place, but I instantly claimed it because it was quiet, usually vacant, and contained windows.  Another area I found seclusion was in the small backyard of the sorority house where I lived for three years. Many times in order to remove myself from social “drama” as well as other collegiate pressures, I would find peace leaning against an old tree, glancing to the sky, and praying to my Father above.  Being alone in these two places with the freedom to pray, to think, and to relax provided inner strength to return to whatever awaited me.

               After becoming a wife and a mother, I discovered I had to arrange my quiet places around my family’s schedules. For example, when I had to wait for my children after school or piano lessons, or sport practices, I utilized the “alone” time in the car to write, to read, or even to drink a Pepsi, but the silence was welcomed and appreciated. Consequently, when the kids began filling up the car, I was re-energized to listen to their stories. (Those were cherished times.)  Another site where I would sneak away from the busyness of the house was the shelter belt around our farmstead.  I’d walk among the trees or sit on a dead tree stump and share all kinds of stuff with Jesus.  Sure enough, the companionship of the Spirit, the freshness of the air, and the peacefulness of the quiet equipped my soul to re-enter the challenges of daily life.

               Today, I still need my quiet place.  Even though our family is grown and it’s only my husband and I at home, there’s something about being alone, at least for a short period of time that I require.  More than anything I need it for spiritual rest and renewal.  Perhaps that’s why I enjoy walking, what I call, the quarter-mile road.  A quarter of a mile from our farmstead runs a heavily traveled country road so mostly in the evenings, I find walking to that road and back good exercise, physically, mentally, and spiritually.  During that walk I can shout or laugh or sing and only God and His nature hear me. What relief springs throughout my soul!

               Finally, the quiet spot that I thoroughly enjoy, especially during the warm, mild months, is sitting in my car along the curb of the city park.  I roll down my windows. I hear sweet sounds of children playing; I hear sounds of travel and normal, routine life in the distance; I hear soft echoes of birds and sometimes squirrels chasing each other between trees and shrubs. In those sounds I find a quiet joy reflecting on past memories, present activities, and future dreams.  It’s a place of peace, a place where my spirit can commune with the Holy Spirit and recharge to face whatever circumstance lies before me.

               Even though, at times, I feel guilty and maybe even selfish for having this need to be alone, I should not because even Jesus had to be alone at times.  There are many references in the Gospel that speak of Jesus departing to be alone so He could speak to the Father.  One of them occurs in John 6:15 where Jesus had just finished feeding the five thousand.  “Therefore when Jesus perceived that they were about to come and take Him by force to make Him king, He departed again (emphasis added) to the mountain by Himself alone.”  Another reference of Jesus needing to get away is from Matthew 14:23, “And when He had sent the multitudes away, He went up on the mountain by Himself to pray. Now when evening came, He was alone there.”  Occasional solitude benefits everyone.  Whether it’s a favorite place or an image in one’s imagination, solitude provides a unique sense of being which enables us to appreciate the life that lies before us.  Where is your “quiet place”?

               

Greetings

Dedicated to my 9 greeters

To me there are no greater greetings than those from grandchildren. Upon arrival, sometimes not even out of the car yet, smiling faces appear through the car window, and once out the door, hugs abound and tight ones, too!!  Then, led to the house, holding hands and listening to giggles and endless chatter, warms my heart with joy.  I feel important, appreciated, and genuinely loved.

               So too, in the parable of the Prodigal Son from Luke 15, Jesus illustrates the action of the father whose son had returned home from his rebellious adventure.  When the father spotted him in the distance, he ran to him, greeted him with open arms and kisses, along with forgiveness and love.  This welcome home greeting no doubt brought relief and joy to the lost son.

               Likewise, I can only imagine the greeting I’ll receive when I enter Heaven.  If it’s anything like my grandchildren’s and the lost son’s, it will be AMAZING!!

“And he arose and came to his father. But when he was still a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion, and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.”  Luke 15:20

The rising sun...

This picture and the one following are referred to in my post, FOG. 

                               
                                          The sun appearing through the morning's fog

Cloud covering...

This picture was taken from my cousin's deck while visiting her and her husband in the state of Washington. It reminded me of God's appearance on Mount Sinai.

Fog

               As a girl I enjoyed fog. In fact, I was intrigued by it and perhaps even frightened to enter its denseness. But once I walked into the cool mist and felt tender droplets of precipitation, I liked it and found it refreshing. It was also fun to disappear in its covering, unnoticed and secretive…to be alone. Despite the discovery that fog was simply clouds that had fallen to the ground, this information didn’t change my fascination with its fantasy appeal.

               However, when I began driving vehicles, I developed a different opinion of fog. I found it still mysterious and luring, but I also found it dangerous, especially at night.  I acquired a special kind of respect for it and tried to avoid meeting it in the dark.

               As the years passed, my thoughts concerning fog passed as well.  But, one day as I was reading in Exodus, I entertained new thoughts in regard to fog.  When the Israelites left Egypt and journeyed to the Promised Land, “the LORD went before them by day in a pillar of cloud to lead the way, and by night in a pillar of fire to give them light, so as to go by day and night.”  Exodus 13:21

               Then, later in Exodus 24: 15-16, Moses met God on Mount Sinai.  “Then Moses went up into the mountain, and a cloud covered the mountain. Now the glory of the LORD rested on Mount Sinai, and the cloud covered it six days. And on the seventh day He called to Moses out of the midst of the cloud.”

               Furthermore, after the tabernacle was completed, God once again appeared in the form of a cloud. “Then the cloud covered the tabernacle of meeting, and the glory of the LORD filled the tabernacle.”  Exodus 40:34. Consequently, “Whenever the cloud was taken up from above the tabernacle, the children of Israel would go onward in all their journeys. But if the cloud was not taken up, then they did not journey till the day that it was taken up.”  Exodus 40: 36-37

               When I reflected upon these events from Exodus, I couldn’t help but be drawn back to my childhood encounters with fog.  The clouds that had descended to the earth had stirred my imagination, and I had discovered a new found friend. In the stated excerpts from Exodus, God’s presence was made known by the cloud. Could it be that God’s presence could be known in the fog as well?

               To seek the answer, a few weeks ago when I woke up to fog, I couldn’t help but step outside.  The same cool mist as a child greeted me now as I walked down our driveway’s path. I felt exhilarated, renewed, and yes, maybe a bit giddy, like my childish self, but these emotions were real.  I stopped briefly, listened to the whispers of the wind and felt the nearness of my Heavenly Father hidden in the fog.  Walking back home, I noticed the sun making its appearance through nature’s grey, sheer curtain. I could only smile as my thoughts traced back to the Israelites.  As God descended in a cloud to lead the Israelites, perhaps He joins us in the fog to lead us as well.

“And it came to pass, when Moses entered the tabernacle, that the pillar of cloud descended and stood at the door of the tabernacle, and the LORD talked with Moses.” Exodus 33: 9

An Amazing Hug

           The day had been long and hard. Decisions had to be made at work so I had stayed well into the night. In fact, I wasn’t anxious to go home so I sat in my car, alone, tired, and bewildered. I not only felt tension from my job but also in my house.

            Memories of the morning’s distasteful departure weighed heavily on my mind. Once again difference of opinions, critical remarks and closed minds surfaced from me and my husband. Like all marriages, we had our disagreements and grievances, and eventually most matters were resolved. However, it was the gray area before the resolution that I faced. What awaited me at home? Would the door be opened or closed?

            As I traveled home, which was a twenty mile commute, I tuned into my favorite Christian radio station and listened to the various Christian artists sing words of praise, comfort, and encouragement.  Before long, I felt the tension easing throughout my body. I began sharing my fears and concerns with my Heavenly Father. As I spoke, I mentioned how I sure could use a hug.

            Our farmstead stood silently as I drove down the path to our house. The farm light provided me assistance as I backed the car into the unattached garage located about 25 yards from our house. Our dog, Lacey, an Australian Shepherd, greeted me as I closed the car door. Usually, she runs ahead of me, but this time, she blocked me from leaving the garage. I was puzzled and told her to let me pass. Not paying any more attention to her, I slowly made my way to the house. But Lacey didn’t leave my side. I felt her wet nose on my fingertips so I stopped, looked into her soft, warm brown eyes and asked her if she needed some attention. She whined and acted a little strange. In my puzzled state, I looked up and tears soon formed in my eyes.

            In the Western sky across a background of stars, I saw a cloud formation that was in a design of reaching arms…arms, possibly covered by a robe, extended toward me. I felt a chill and then warmth and a glow of joy inside of me. I smiled as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I knew without a doubt that God had extended his love to me in the shape of angel wings in a cloud. Furthermore, He had used Lacey to make me notice. Yes, I had received my hug, one I’ll never forget!!!

 As I entered our house, all was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed, but I felt a sense of peace. Perhaps tomorrow my husband and I could settle our differences, but for that night, I fell asleep cherishing my God “hug.”

“The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth.

He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He also will hear their cry and save them."

Psalm 145:18-19

A Sample of the Rocks

This is a sampling of what the Christ Rocks look like. Simple and common rocks of all sizes and shapes taken from the country road.

Rocks

            I pick up rocks, rocks that I have chosen to call “Christ Rocks”.  This type of ministry was initiated when I led a women’s Bible study on King David. To emphasize the stone that David used to kill Goliath, I gave a stone to each lady. These stones represented David’s faith and trust in his relationship with God. Likewise, these stones would serve as a reminder of our faith and trust in God as well as in His faithfulness to us.

            Several years had passed since that particular study when the Spirit led me to consider reviving that idea through an old hymn, “The Solid Rock.”  The chorus spoke to my heart when I heard it.  “On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand; All other ground is sinking sand, All other ground is sinking sand.”  Not only did the chorus influence me, but the Spirit placed verse after verse of rock references from the Bible in my reading. I knew I needed to pursue this idea.

            With the convenience of having a rock-strewn country road to walk, I began gathering rocks of all sizes.  After I washed them and they had dried, I wrote “Christ Rock” on one side and a Biblical rock reference verse on the other. Then, I began distributing them as the Spirit guided me. I have been blessed enormously by this tiny ministry, and I hope to continue it for some time.

“The LORD is my rock (emphasis added), and my fortress, and my deliverer.

My God, my strength, in whom I will trust.

My shield and the horn of my salvation, My stronghold."  Psalm 18:2

Annoyances

Annoyances are common in life. They might include people, animals, nature, mannerisms, words and just plain obnoxious behavior. Where I live, the wind carries a strong and constant blow. Granted, there are times when a little breeze makes the summer heat bearable, but more often than not, I can do without the forceful, persistent annoyance. However, one day God proved to me the benefit of wind in an unusual way.

            As I was driving down a two-lane highway, I was enjoying the music on the radio as well as formulating a plan for my shopping spree. The wind had been stronger than usual that morning but not enough to notice when I left home. However, when I turned to drive against it, the car required two hands to control the wheel.

            Oblivious to my surroundings, I was surprised by two pheasants springing up from the right side of my car. Startled, I kept driving straight as the first flew ahead of me. However, the second one had been caught by the wind’s current and rose above my car. If it had not been for the wind, the second pheasant would have found itself beside me in the passenger’s seat. I sighed with relief, and yes, I thanked God for that annoying wind which happened to save me from an intruder that day.

“When He utters His voice,

There is a multitude of waters in the heavens:

And He causes the vapors to ascend from the ends of the earth.

He makes lightning for the rain,

He brings the wind (emphasis added) out of His treasuries.”  Jeremiah 10:13

An Unexpected Walk

After supper I was gathering the dishes to wash when I unexpectedly heard God say through the Spirit, “Come, walk with me.”  At first, I thought it was my imagination, but then I heard it again.  Since the evening air was cooling off, I put on my coat and went outside. The sun was setting with various cloud formations, displaying their unique, whispering beauty, scattered across the darkening blue sky. I stood quietly, taking in the approaching night’s serenity.

But soon, I heard further instructions to walk into the trees. Our shelter belt contains a variety of trees; some have died from brutal winters while others are alive with their leaves beginning to change colors. I walked to the west toward our son Quinn’s fort he built years ago. Then I strolled on the edge of the milo field and walked along the outer edge of the shelter belt.  As I walked, I kept wondering what God might surprise me with like the dime/heart-shaped print He amazed me with a few days before. But tonight I didn’t see or notice anything unusual. It was quiet and peaceful.

Then, it dawned on me; God doesn’t always have to reveal Himself in dramatic ways. He enjoys the simple, every day revelations as well. He had told me to walk with Him….maybe to test me…to see if I would obey Him; but in my heart I felt He just wanted to walk with me…to see His beauty in the sunset and the rising full moon, to sense His Presence in the soft rustling of the leaves, to know He truly was there, all around, everywhere. As I turned to walk back to the house, I heard His gentle Spirit say, “Thank you.”  I smiled and contently and leisurely, returned home!!

From this experience, I was reminded of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden, when God walked through the garden looking for His children who at that time had sinned and had hidden. I was also reminded of what my mom had told me once. She had pictured walking with Jesus in a beautiful garden. I bet that picture has come true for her now as she met Jesus in 2004.  Someday it will come true for me, too!! Thank you, my Father, for the evening walk!!!

“And they heard the sound of the LORD God walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and Adam and his wife hid themselves from the presence of the LORD God among the trees of the garden.”  Genesis 3:8