What Sustains You in Difficult Times?

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What sustains you?

The Oxford Dictionary defines sustain as to “strengthen or support physically or mentally; bear (the weight of an object) without breaking or falling.”

Sustain is defined by dictionary.com as “to support, hold, or bear up from below; bear the weight of, as a structure; to keep (a person, the mind, the spirits, etc.) from giving way, as under trial or affliction.”

What gives you the physical and mental strength to bear difficulty without breaking?

What supports you and keeps you from giving way under the weight of trials or affliction?

What sustains you when troubles come?

In his book Soul Keeping, John Ortberg says, ”Sooner or later, your world will fall apart. What will matter then is the soul you have constructed”.

David, the psalmist King, knew this.

In his psalms, we see David’s soul under construction. He writes of battles and betrayals, of disease and despair, and of searching for God in the midst of life’s most difficult moments. In each trial, David learned through experience to trust God’s faithful love more and more.

David discovered that his help, his sustainer, is not a what, but a Who.

God is my helper;
the Lord is the sustainer of my life.
Psalm 54:4

David learned to trust in God’s character in times of trouble, the character revealed in God’s name.

But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger and abounding in faithful love and truth.
Psalm 86:15

The Lord is a refuge for the persecuted,
a refuge in times of trouble.
Those who know your name trust in you
because you have not abandoned
those who seek you, Lord.
Psalm 9:9-10

David learned to talk to God, to share the anguish of his soul and to ask for what he needed.

achievement-action-adventure-209209Listen to my prayer, O God,
do not ignore my plea;
hear me and answer me.
My thoughts trouble me and I am distraught
because of what my enemy is saying,
because of the threats of the wicked;
for they bring down suffering on me
and assail me in their anger.
My heart is in anguish within me;
. . .
Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you;
he will never let
the righteous be shaken.
Psalm 55:1-4a, 22 NIV

I call on you, God,
because you will answer me;
listen closely to me; hear what I say.
Psalm 17:6

David learned to talk to his soul, to remind himself to deliberately place his hope in God and to choose praise in the midst of turmoil.

Why, my soul, are you so dejected?
Why are you in such turmoil?
Put your hope in God, for I will still praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Psalm 42:5

But as for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.
Psalm 71:14 NIV

David learned the one thing necessary to construct a soul that can withstand troubled times: to seek God.

The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?

Though an army besiege me,
my heart will not fear;
though war break out against me,
even then I will be confident.
One thing I ask from the Lord,
this only do I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze on the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in his temple.
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in his dwelling;
he will hide me in the shelter of his sacred tent
and set me high upon a rock.
Psalm 27:1, 3-5 NIV

David constructed a soul that depended completely on God to sustain him in difficult times.

We can too.

When troubles come, we can first look up to God, our Helper, instead of frantically looking around for help.

We can choose to trust in God’s character and His faithful love.

We can talk to God honestly about our struggles and ask Him for what we need.

We can preach the truth to ourselves, building a foundation of hope in God that can withstand the storm of feelings that rise up in times of crisis.

We can seek God in the midst of difficulty, orienting our soul toward Him by reading His Word to remind us of who He is and taking refuge in the shelter of His faithful love.

Like David, we can see every trial as an opportunity to seek God, to trust God more, and to fortify our souls with His faithful love and truth.

We can trust God to sustain us, no matter what comes our way.

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She Laughed and So Would I

I sat working quietly. The two Ladies behind me were old friends. Their lives overlapping at work and in their non-work lives. Both nearing retirement age: both I had known many years. They had known each other for a long time. Decades perhaps. The common denominator for their outside work acquaintance: voices that make up a choir that sings for audiences across the nation. Both can frequently be heard humming or singing to themselves songs I often recognize and some I do not.

They were discussing a trip, perhaps an upcoming singing engagement. They discussed airline preferences, and they talked of plans. I halfway heard what they were saying as I was not actually a part of the conversation. I try not to be an eavesdropper. One joked with the other who has been married a number of years, more years than I have been alive. “Are y’all going on a honeymoon?” The other howled with laughter and managed a “No.” that rolled out with a number of syllables as she laughed.

adult-afro-beautiful-1056550The Jokester continued, “Well don’t be coming home pregnant.” Now they both were laughing, and honestly so was I. I giggled to myself at their banter. I smiled at their lighthearted friendship knowing there was no offense given and none taken.

“Girl, don’t you worry! I couldn’t make a baby with a recipe!” I was literally about to start laughing audibly.

I thought for sure in this Chess-game-like moves of words, that this was the final move. The check-mate and surrender from the Jokester knowing she’d been one-upped by her opponent. Beat at her own game. They both laughed and as the Jokester carried on with her business she nonchalantly said, “Well you know that’s what Sarah from the Bible said and you know what happened to her.”

Their laugher roared, echoing down the hall. I had to stand up and walk away lest I risk bursting with laughter myself.

I too, knew about that Barren Sarah, the one to whom they were referring, the woman whom God promised to make a mother. The woman who in her old age bore her husband a son, Isaac, whose name means “he laughs.” Abraham and Sarah both laughed. When the Lord promised that baby to the geriatric couple, they laughed.

I’d’ve laughed too. All those years of a fruitless womb, month after month of disappointment. I can understand that. Sometimes I find myself laughing so I do not cry. Sometimes I laugh at the absurdity of some things. I suppose it may have been a combination of both when Abraham and Sarah laughed. They laughed so they did not cry and they laughed at the absurdity of the thought of ever becoming parents together. But just as was promised, within a year Sarah bore a son and he was named Isaac.

I once was barren, I too, once knew that heartbreak, that hoping for a child, that disappointing void I felt, a chasm created between my husband and myself because of unspoken stress, blame, and strain.

I remember that feeling of impossibility that Sarah must have felt too and many barren women since have felt. Another Biblical womb and the question of pregnancy yielded words of impossibility, the speaker asked simply, “How can this be?”

And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. And behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. And the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob forever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.” And Mary said to the angel, “How will this be, since I am a virgin?” And the angel answered her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy—the Son of God. And behold, your relative Elizabeth in her old age has also conceived a son, and this is the sixth month with her who was called barren. For nothing will be impossible with God.” Luke 1:30-37

Luke 1:37, NOTHING is Impossible with God. Not A Thing. I wasn’t nearly as old as Sarah when I was barren but I grabbed hold of that promise that nothing was impossible with God, and as it was so with Sarah, my barrenness no longer defined me and became a statement made in past-tense. However, I still cling to that Word like my life depends on it. The truth of the matter is, there is nothing God can not do, His Word says so.

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Construction Zone: Studs

Studs.

Yep, you read it correctly.

No. Not a horse, nor the handsome guy in anatomy class, but the two-by-fours within your walls.

My husband is a fantastic handyman who has saved us many a repair bill through the years. I find paying in Yankee dimes much preferrable to ruining our budget by paying an exorbitant bill from our checking account for home or car repairs.

My husband is also quite the kidder. His favorite handyman joke when working with walls or hanging pictures for me involves a stud-finder. In case you don’t know, a stud-finder is a large matchbox sized, battery operated gadget that can detect boards within a wall so a person will know where to hang heavy objects. As you move it across the wall it beeps when it senses the more dense area where a stud is located. My Sweetheart’s joke is to sweep his stud-finder around him and finally across his body, and at that moment hit the test button which causes it to beep. He does this with a flirtatious grin, and of course I reward him with a quick kiss and “That’s my stud!” or laughter and eye rolls, depending on my mood. Even after years of this same joke, it never ceases to bring joy to our days.

post-2232962_1280Through all our years of marriage I’ve learned many things about studs that I did not know as a young bride of 21. I knew there were boards within the walls of buildings. And I knew they were needed to support the roof. But that’s about all I knew those many years ago.

Since then I’ve learned that studs have to be at the right distance apart to make a structure strong and stable. Studs need to be placed “16 inches on center” for THE best stiff, strong wall. This doesn’t mean there are 16 inches in between the studs, but that measuring from the center of one board to the center of the next will give you 16 inches. Some buildings don’t measure up to this standard. Older homes, or ones constructed by someone on the cheap or in a haphazard way may yield other results. Twenty-four inch centers is common, but not nearly as strong.

Secondly, I learned that studs need to be certain dimensions, not just any ole board will do. Two-by-fours are the standard stud size. That means that when they are cut, they are 2 inches thick and 4 inches wide. After that they are kiln dried which causes them to shrink as the moisture evaporates. Then they are further reduced in size when they are planed to make them a uniform size for building (usually about 1 1/2 by 3 1/2 inches).

wood-690402_1280I also learned that studs are usually made of particular kinds of wood. Softwood is generally used behind the walls for construction projects, whereas hardwoods are used for the beautiful furniture and embellishments we see in the rooms of our homes. Softwoods are generally coniferous trees such as pine and cedar, those that grow quickly and do not lose their leaves in the fall. While hardwoods are deciduous trees, like oaks, which lose their leaves. Softwood is preferred because it is easier to saw, plane, bore, and nail because of the structure within the wood, and I wonder, if not possibly because it grows more quickly and trees can be replaced within a few years rather than decades.

So how does our woodworking lesson relate to life?

1 – The unseen supports inside us are very important. I may look like a happy-go-lucky, got-it-all-together kind of woman on a random Sunday morning where your local God-fearing congregation is meeting. But on the inside I may be a sinful mess, a doubting mess, a fearful mess, a depressed mess, a burdened mess, a prideful mess, or any of a number of other messes. You don’t see the real me. Only God does. And I don’t see the real you. I’ve learned through years of walking with the Lord that the scriptural principle is, what’s on the inside is going to eventually come out. We are to be more inwardly concerned with pleasing God than pleasing people.

A good man out of the good treasure of the heart bringeth forth good things: and an evil man out of the evil treasure bringeth forth evil things. Matthew 12:35 KJV

Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ. Galatians 1:10 NIV

2 – Your internal “studs” must be made of the right stuff. This is obvious. Heaven knows those cardboard houses I built as a kid couldn’t even withstand one rainy day. Yet we try building our inner man based on popularity, acceptance, the world’s opinions, and even our own feeble human wisdom. Softwood such as this won’t work for a stable life. While soft wood may be best for building physical structures, we want to build our spiritual homes on the hard truths of the Word of God. God’s words from scripture, when taken in daily and applied to building our lives and homes, will build in us the character, faith, submissiveness, patience, love, and a host of other things that are required to live a life of love as Christ commands us in the New Testament. When we seek Jesus first and follow His commands we are building with the right materials.

I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20 NIV

For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. If anyone builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, their work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each person’s work. 1 Corinthians 3:11-13 NIV

wood-877368_12803 – Your “studs” need to be the right size. If I tried using a 1×4 within the walls of my home I would find them collapsing under the weight of the roof. If I used 1/4 inch plywood it would be even worse. If I cut my studs too short, I’d find myself having to duck my head when I entered my home. We would never do that, and would consider it shoddy work if a builder we hired did such a thing. However, we frequently build this way in spiritual matters. We take shortcuts and don’t measure up. We grasp onto one verse and use it as a proof-text for what we believe. We ignore the harder teachings of scripture because they are too challenging, they convict us too much, or because we haven’t read enough of His word to know better. We need to be students of the Word on a daily, methodical journey to learn all we can of God’s ways and the nature of the world through His Word. Anything short of observing the full counsel of the Word of God, is taking shortcuts and not measuring up in our building materials.

Therefore everyone who hears these words of mine and puts them into practice is like a wise man who built his house on the rock. Matthew 7:24 NIV

Those [seeds] on the rocky ground are the ones who receive the word with joy when they hear it, but they have no root. They believe for a while, but in the time of testing they fall away. Luke 8:13 NIV

Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who does not need to be ashamed and who correctly handles the word of truth. 2 Timothy 2:15 NIV

I meditate on your precepts and consider your ways. I delight in your decrees; I will not neglect your word. Psalm 119:15-16 NIV

4 – “Studs” need to be on at least 16 inch centers. We may be firmly grounded in scriptures about “honor your parents” or “thou shall not covet” or “for God so loved the world” or other basics we’ve been taught since childhood. These are not unimportant, but they are few and far between as far as strong support for our spiritual house goes. These represent lives built on 24 inch centers or worse. As we’ve grown physically older, have we matured spiritually too? Have we studied His Word deeply and participated in Bible studies and classes that have added deeper truths and more complex theology to our walls? Have we gotten to know the Father personally from His word rather than just religiously? Have we added teachings on spiritual gifts, grace, wisdom, and other matters to our lives? The deeper teachings of God’s word grow us stronger. With each new revelation from the Word of Truth we add more studs to our walls constructing stronger Godly houses with numerous 16 inch center studs.

Therefore, rid yourselves of all malice and all deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander of every kind. Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk, so that by it you may grow up in your salvation, now that you have tasted that the Lord is good. 1 Peter 2:1-3 NIV

Though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid food! Anyone who lives on milk, being still an infant, is not acquainted with the teaching about righteousness. Hebrews 5:12-13 NIV

So as we evaluate our spiritual house, I must ask – If I run a spiritual stud-finder across you, will it beep or will you have to mash the test button? Will it be just one, or many studs, spaced closely, offering strong support, cut to the right dimensions, and made of appropriate materials?

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7 Years and 1 Ziplock Bag of Sand

IMG_5498by guest blogger Kelly Archer

During our recent move, these glasses were one of the last things to be packed.

I had been planning on literally holding them in my hands while someone drove me to the new house so that no piece of sand would be displaced. These glasses are such an important symbol of our marriage and I did not want the sand to be spilled or altered in any way. As noted in scripture, “…what God has joined together, let no man separate.” (Matthew 19:6) My earthly eyes did not want to change the way the sand had fallen into the glass from our wedding ceremony, because I felt like it would alter our covenant. (I know, I know… it’s just sand.)

After putting Scarlett to bed one night before the move, I walked into the kitchen to find a ziplock bag of our sand and the three glasses, freshly washed, and crystal clear.

IMG_5497I stood there with tears in my eyes… to which Nick replied…

“I meant to have it back in the glass before you noticed.”

Part of me was so mad. The other part of me was laughing, because it is totally something Nick would do. Did the glasses need to be cleaned from dust and fingerprints? Yes. But I planned to do it my way and clean the top of the glasses, not literally pour the sand out!

Yes, I know, the easiest and safest way to pack would be the way Nick did, with the glasses wrapped in bubble wrap.

I share all of this to say, this is an earthly thing that will one day be gone. One day there will be a new heaven and a new Earth. I’m so thankful our marriage is based on the foundation of Jesus Christ, not on a glass of sand. I pray that God continues to bless our marriage and that together we continue to serve and advance His kingdom.

I’m not perfect, neither is Nick, and neither is our marriage. But, with daily prayer and continually placing the other first (which is not always easy), our marriage is rewarding in so many ways. I’m so thankful for a Godly man to lead me and our family! It’s been a wonderful 7 years full of ups and downs, and best of all becoming parents to not one, but two girls! I wouldn’t change a thing. I love you, Nick. Thank you for being the best, for working hard, for taking care of me and Scarlett, and for being the best trip planner and the best cook, among many other things!

Epilogue

Nick setup a repeat, very sweet, sand ceremony tonight, and the glasses have been put in their new place. ☺️

I can’t wait to see what God has planned for us for the next 50+ years. ❤️

Happy 7th Anniversary! #myprincecharming #7years

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Lessons From a Child

by guest author Laura Nixon

“The heart of man plans his way, but the Lord establishes his steps.” ‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭16:9‬ ‭

vintage-1892082_1280.pngSo my kiddo started a new ‘game’ lately. When I’m walking, he puts his head against my back and follows right behind me. My EVERY move. I go left, he goes left. I go right, he goes right. I go faster or slower, he goes faster or slower. He can’t see around me so he’s trusting my every move to be his next step. Sounds like loads of fun, right?! My thoughts too. Until I started realizing that this is exactly how God wants us to be with Him. Relentless faith. Following so closely and trusting His every move. Not looking at what’s around us, or what obstacles may come, or even the outcome, but following His every step. Having our eyes fixed on Him. Or in this case, our heads.

“Since we live by the Spirit, let us keep in step with the Spirit.” Galatians 5:25

When Jesus called each of the disciples, He went to them, right where they were, and said, “Follow me.” (John 1:43, Matthew 4:19, 9:9). He didn’t tell them where they were going. He wanted them to trust Him enough to lay down their lives and follow Him. Not one time did Jesus lay everything out for them, or tell them the plans for their future. He simply said, “Follow me.”

Jesus tells us this very same thing today. “Follow me.”

couple-follow-me-friendship-7707As much as we want to know our future or what’s next, Jesus doesn’t lay out a plan of our entire life for us and then tell us to decide if we want it or not. He simply says, “Follow me.” He wants us to let Him be our eyes and our shield as we take refuge in Him. He wants us to have relentless faith, trusting Him enough to lay down our lives to follow Him, keeping our eyes fixed on Him, taking one step of obedience at a time, and trusting Him with the outcome. Letting HIM direct our paths, as we follow every step He takes. He may not take us on the paths we thought, or even the roads we chose, but we can be sure of this, He will never leave us nor forsake us. And, He will ALWAYS work things out for the good of those who love Him and are called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)

So, we have a choice to make. Whether it’s starting a relationship with Him, making Him the Lord of your life. Or, whether it’s obeying  Him day by day, minute by minute. But our Father is saying to us, “Follow me.” Do we trust Him enough to do it?

“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.” ‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭3:5-6‬ ‭

“Jesus turned and saw them following and said to them, “What are you seeking?” And they said to him, “Rabbi” (which means Teacher), “where are you staying?” He said to them, “Come and you will see.” So they came and saw where he was staying, and they stayed with him that day, for it was about the tenth hour.” ‭‭John‬ ‭1:38-39‬ ‭

“The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, “Follow me.” ‭‭John‬ ‭1:43‬ ‭

“And he said to them, ‘Follow me, and I will make you fishers of men.’ Immediately they left their nets and followed him.” Matthew‬ ‭4:19-20‬ ‭

“As Jesus passed on from there, he saw a man called Matthew sitting at the tax booth, and he said to him, “Follow me.” And he rose and followed him.” Matthew‬ ‭9:9‬ ‭

“It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.” Deuteronomy‬ ‭31:8‬ ‭

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” Romans‬ ‭8:28‬ ‭

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But you, Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness. Turn to me and have mercy on me; show your strength in behalf of your servant; save me, because I serve you just as my mother did. Give me a sign of your goodness, that my enemies may see it and be put to shame, for you, Lord, have helped me and comforted me. Psalm 86:15-17

When we were younger my sister was a collector. At any given time she’d have a “collection” going. She collected all manner of things: trolls, cherubs, clowns. She collected sentimental things and not so much. Nowadays we’d call it hoarding. She was particularly good at collecting stamps. Ever so often we would have to make our way to the cramped stamp store on the top floor of the mall, Century Plaza to pick up a stamp or 10 to add to her collection.

I never really minded much because post stamp purchase we would make our way to Hickory Farms for a tasty sample of cheese and an inevitable beef stick purchase. If Mama was feeling real generous we would also be the recipients of a double doozy cookie and an impromptu trip to the Afterthoughts, a purveyor or fine 90s costume jewelry. It frequently featured a buy one get two free special affording Mama, Kel, and Me our own black plastic bag with a delightful accessory to call our own. I liked hoops, plain hoops. I still do. Kel liked big flashy earrings. She still does. All that to say I remember vividly those days. But the stamps, they never appealed to me, not really. To be frank they got on my nerves a bit.

batch-business-close-up-209641Recently Scott Martin began receiving a monthly parcel in the mail. The content of said parcel is most definitely of value but my favorite feature is the stamp on the top right of the envelope. I giggled when the first introduction to this monthly parcel yielded a batman stamp. From then on I’ve found myself looking forward to the choice of stamp atop his parcel. There have been, presidents, scenery, landmarks, and just for the eclipse last year, some eclipse ones, you can hold your thumb over the picture of the moon and it will eclipse. We kept that one and put it on the fridge.

A while back I found myself sans Martin children at a meeting we frequent. This meeting always has a “free table.” Much like their Aunt Kel, my Martins are “Collectors” so the free table affords them many a treasure. A pair of megaphone cheerleader socks, a book written in the 1960s that I am certain no one will read. A puzzle missing 3 crucial corner pieces. Any number of one man’s trash becomes a Martins’ treasure. Treasure laid out with an invitation of “Free” scribbled onto a piece of folded copy paper. We always leave with more than we came. So when I found myself at the meeting with no Martins I was certain I would leave empty-handed. That was, until I came across the stamp collection activity. There in yellowed envelopes were dozens of stamps begging to be catalogued and loved. I thought for certain my Maggie would love them. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She was not in the least interested.

close-up-colors-images-709237I had attempted to discard them several times since the meeting but I just couldn’t do it. They make me smile. I feel nostalgic when I see them. I wonder about the mail they’ve carried across the world. What those letters might’ve said, who might’ve written them. I’ve wondered about the hands that have purchased them and those that have removed them from their parcels. I’ve even wondered if the spit that licked them might be analyzed to reveal the licker was famous. Perhaps JFK licked that 1/2 cent Ben Franklin when he wrote to Jackie. Far-fetched and symptomatic of a way too overly active imagination I’m sure.

One restless night I organized an envelope of “210 U.S. Stamps” into colors. ROY G BIV to be exact. Just the act of quietly sitting and sorting brought a calm I hadn’t felt in a long while. I studied them and wondered and as I made the determination where each one belonged, I pondered its message.

There was one that struck me. I’m not much of a signs and wonder kind of gal, but I was in awe of that one. So many times as of late I’ve just not known what to do and I’ve resorted to looking for a sign. There printed on a 4 cent stamp from who knows when in history were the words “Pray for Peace. In God is our trust.” I don’t suppose He could have made it any plainer to me. The fact is I know Him, I just do not always whole-heartedly trust Him, and Peace has been known to allude me for far too long. I am thankful for the discarded collection of stamps and I am thankful that once again the King shows Himself faithful by using the discarded and seemingly unworthy to sooth my broken heart and to set me straight when I’ve been uncertain of the direction to take.

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When Order Becomes Chaos

A new Year brings a clean slate with new beginnings in many areas of my life.

Every few years I get a new address book. This had to be the year. My old address book is coming apart, and several people have moved several times.

My creativity for adding new addresses to pages that already have addresses going in multiple directions, and on top of cracking white out, and with Post-it notes that have lost their stickiness, tells me that it is time to retire this address book for a new one. My plan was to actually have an address book that started out in alphabetical order.

I had scanned my address book at Christmas and added extra pages as work sheets for addresses that were in my phone and that my husband contributed, so I decided to make an Excel spread sheet. Great Idea. Since I have a new computer, I had to find Excel (but that is another story). I worked to make sure that all of my lists were included. This was sort of a yours, mine, and ours endeavor, but I felt like I was successful. I finally had all of the names in my list and I printed the spreadsheet.

diary-2080420_1280Now it was time to start the task of entering the names in my brand-new address book. As I completed the first page I realized that the names were not in alphabetical order. I looked back at my spreadsheet and realized that after all the work of getting all of the names in my computer list, I had forgotten to do that one last thing, to press the one button that would have placed all of the names in ABC order.

I had already messed up my address book but I thought I could fix the rest of the pages, just not the first page. Back to Excel I went and highlighted all of the names and pressed that one magic button that made all the names go in alphabetical order. I printed off the names so that they would be ready to be a guide for the order of my task.

After I completed all of the A names, I tried to flip over to the B tab. Little did I realize that my address book had been moved when I was about to begin my task, and all of my A names had been written on the P page. First of all, I am thankful that a friend introduced me to FriXion pens last year in bible study. They help to erase the mistakes I make when trying to write quickly when taking notes. I just decided to erase everything I had done in my address book and start over.

I know when I get to the P page, I will find remnants of the addresses of the people on the letter A pages but that is just the way it will have to be. My names will only be in order until I need to add someone else anyway. I am not going to try to be perfect. I am going to understand that just because it is a new address book, I do not have to have all of my “ducks in a row.” If I had done something wrong, God would forgive me if I asked Him to so why not forgive myself for something as petty as this? I am much too hard on myself. God sent Jesus to forgive me of my sins before I ever did anything wrong. He knew I would never measure up to the standard of perfection.

My address book is really pretty with its flowers on the outside and its beautiful tabs all lined up in a row, but once I spill a glass of tea or Diet Coke on it, the pages will not be so beautiful. It will not matter that the people on page P were once the people who are now on page A. They are just as important to me and will be loved just as much as if they were written there at the beginning.

I plan to spend this year trying to remember that it is important to do my best even if my best is not perfect. God made me and He loves me for who I am. I intend to enjoy this year even when order becomes chaos.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. Ephesians 2:10 ESV 

Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? 1 Corinthians 3:16 ESV 

The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.” So, I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do. Then the word of the Lord came to me: “O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel. Jeremiah 16:1-6 ESV 

Obedience – In “Seuss”-ical Style

Published in honor of Theodor Seuss (Dr. Seuss) Geisel’s birthday, March 2, 1904. We share this reposting of a the following poem. It is a bit fun and silly as “Seussical” things are. But it has a point. Allow God to pierce your heart.

dr-seuss-hat-clip-art-cat_hat_by_2hello2-d32lileObedience – In “Seuss”-ical Style

I am Sam.

Sam I am.

O Great I Am!

O Great I Am!

I’m not sure I like this, O Great I Am!

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Do you like to obey The Lamb?

Do you obey Him here or there? Do you obey Him anywhere?

Will you obey Him in your house? Will you obey Him with your spouse?

Will you obey Him in peace and strife?

Will you obey Him facing death or life?

Would you, could you in a car?

Obey Him. Forgive them, just as they are.

You may like it, you will see, obeying the One who died on that tree!

Will you tell Him, “Let me be!” or will you obey continually?

In a palace, in the desert, in success and in your failures?

At home, at church, at work or play! Could you, would you, just obey?

In the dark? In the lonely dark? Would you obey Him when all is dark?

Would you, could you, in the sun?

Could you, would you when you’re having fun?

Can you, will you in your thoughts? Will you, or won’t you as you ought?

Up on the mountain, down in the valley?

Around the world, or just next door?

Whether you’re rich or whether you’re poor? . . .

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You do not like the word “obey”?

You do not like it so you say.

Try it, try it and you may.

Try it and you may I say! …

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I do so like to obey the Lamb!

Thank you!

Thank you, Great I AM!

 
Original poem by Debbie Stovall. Copyright August 1, 2016.