Archive for March, 2009

26
Mar
09

He did it!

I have to start this post with a “back story.”  (that is a term frequently used by one of my dearest friends)  My youngest daughters’ life has been dictated by chronic illness.  Our elders have prayed over her, we have prayed, along with throngs of friends, family, and friends of family.  We have spent most of her life in Dr. offices, having tests run, even a couple hospital stays.  This past week, we started a new plan of action that requires her to complete a host of tasks each day.  Fortunately her determined personality has been a positive influence this time. 

Today we saw some signs that all this work is making a difference, that she is getting better.  Of course we all were doing a happy dance.  On our way to school during our morning prayer, I praised God for the meds and things we were doing to make such healing possible.  Immediately my oldest daughter adamantly said “He did it!  He was the one who healed her.”  

I’m not at all surprised by her reaction, because we are a family that believes that Jesus still heals today, and our first response is to pray when we are sick or hurt.  What stunned me speechless was her faith.   She has been on this journey with us.  She comes to all the doctor visits, has listened to our frustrations, and concerns. She has watched her sister sit with IVs in her tiny hands, and  listened to her cry time and time again.  There has been every opportunity for her faith to be challenged, and for her to become cynical.  For her to depend more on modern medicine than the healing power of God–like most of the rest of us.  Yet, she still sees this as God’s work, not something we did or anyone else for that matter.    

God said he would use the simple to shame the wise.  Oh how I wish I wasn’t so “wise” sometimes.  May we be like children having the faith to always believe that He heals just like He says He can.

26
Mar
09

“Just want to be near to you”

My oldest daughter’s whole life has been marked by a need to be close to her momma. Let me clarify that statement. She willingly spends time away from home with relatives and friends. She is not a child who seems insecure or even very needy. She is quite independent in fact. Still, she often doesn’t want me to be away for long and wants to know where I will be and what I will be doing.

Recently there was an occasion that ended with us in a loving tease over her having some kind of homing device on my precise location every moment. In response she simply said “I just want to be near you, to be with you.” Of course any mother loves to hear that her children want to be close to her like a chick under a hen’s wing. What struck me was this thought of just wanting to be near me. She didn’t want me to do something special for her, meet any of her needs, say anything, simply be near her. Just let her crawl in my lap and let me wrap my arms around her. She just loves me that much.

I was reminded of how our Lord feels about us. He just loves US that much. He just wants to be near us. And for us to be near to Him. The best part is we don’t have to DO anything. Sad to say, MY homing device toward Him is broken most of the time. I find myself drawn to other things or actually running in the opposite direction of the one who just wants me to crawl in His lap so He can place His arms around me. Oh how grateful I am that He has no trouble finding me.

May we re-tune our homing devices so that we may find ourselves wanting “just to be near Him.”

26
Mar
09

Whiners not allowed

Mornings are such great time for revelation in our house. Yesterday my oldest was having some trouble with her shoes. She sat there, whining in this state of being that just grates my every nerve. The kind that pulls on your very ounce of patience not to get angry. Most people would consider me to be very patient person, level-headed, and laid-back. NOT when it comes to whiny people. Maybe you can relate.

We try to teach our girls to be good communicators. If they are whining, we won’t help them. They have to ask us with words what they specifically want, in a tone that resembles something as far from a whine that they can muster up in that moment.

There we sat as we went through that process. She asked for what she wanted, I helped. I was reminded quickly of how God responds to us. How much of our time do we spend whining to God? I wonder if our whining grates as His nerves as much as it does mine? From what I know of His character, it probably doesn’t. For that I am grateful. I am grateful I don’t have to come to Him as a good communicator. I am grateful that He takes me as the whiner I can be, and He will still help. There are no conditions on His love. Just that I cry out to Him.

I am convinced that when I am a more grateful person, it is likely I will be less of a whiner.   Aren’t ya glad he loves us either way?

26
Mar
09

No Fear

I bet you are like me, I love watching kids sing and dance. Recently I watched a video my cousin put on-line of her 4 year-old jamming out in their living room. He was jumping around, shaking body parts to the rythmn of beat of the music, without care and completely free. Our girls do the same thing. We have a praise and worship DVD made by some Aussies at Hillsong church. The three of us pop in the DVD and watch a BUNCH of kids dancing and singing as we commence to follow along while standing in the middle of the living room. The sight is quite hilarious, as we awkwardly spin, jump, and do hand motions all while we are singing the words on the screen.

Of course I think my daughters are the Best kids in the world, just like every mom does. But I can honestly say that neither of them are going be up for any singing or dancing awards this year. There are plenty of kids that won’t be, but that doesn’t stop them, they sing at the top of their lungs and dance with every bit of their strength.

What happened to all of us? When did God tell us that it was no longer pleasing to Him to sing at the top of our lungs and dance around careless and free in worship to Him? What are we so afraid of? I have started taking lessons from my little vessels. Sometimes when they are at school I pop it in and sing at the top of lungs and dance with all my strength while praising the One who has set us free.  Find some time today to getcha’ groove on, in worship of the one who loves every inch of your goofy self. 

 

 

26
Mar
09

I am second

My oldest daughter, now 8 and in the 2nd grade, has been blessed with the super speller gene. We are not sure where that one came from. We are guessing maybe her uncle, he’s one of those people many of us wish we were–great at everything. Last year, she was the 1st grade spelling champ, but this year, she found herself second after a long round between she and her good friend, spelling words from the 3rd and 4th grade word list.

Of course we were very proud of her. Her response to the day was what made me even more proud. She told her uncle (the one with the super speller gene) “last year was my first year to be in the bee and I got first, this year was my second year so I got second. This was my friends’ first year and she got first.” She said it without even a hint of disappointment.

Being second didn’t bother her one bit. We live in a world that tells us that anything but first some how makes us less of a winner, less of a competitor, less of a person. So if Christ is first in my life, shouldn’t I want to be second? How often do I live that way? How often is the day about what I want, when I want it, my fears, my worries?

I have run across a pretty great site about being second. Check it out and share with friends who are still working so hard to be first. Iamsecond.com

26
Mar
09

“Have a little help from my friend”

We live in a very small town in Texas where we see and experience things that leave us with a smile shaking our heads, wondering if we are indeed in America in the 21st century. One such example would be our roads.  My husband and I have traveled to at least three third-world countries. Amazingly enough, their roads were much better than ours.

One beautiful afternoon last spring, I accompanied my daughters, age 5 and 7 at the time, on a short bike ride around our neighborhood. I forgot to mention that we don’t really have sidewalks here and the few that do exist are much like the roads. It was one such spot that my youngest daughter and I came upon. She was still using training wheels and I knew she would struggle to get through the mess of half concrete, half grass. So like any parent who wants to help their child, I reached down and lifted the back of her seat and gave her a push through the rocks.

Now, you need to know that this little red-head got a double-whammy genetic gift from my husband and I–being stubborn as an ox. Well, she would have none of that helping, and got very upset with me, adamantly saying “ I don’t need your help!” So I just set her right in the middle of the rocks, where she grunted, moaned, and fussed until she gave up and asked me to come and help. And her request was not at all nice, or even with a hint of concession that I was right and she was wrong. Like any parent would, I went straight over to her and lifted her up and set her down on safe road. She was on her way, without even a “thanks, mom.”   I think she was still a bit mad about the whole experience.

As she sped away, the Lord was gracious to reveal to me a picture of how we treat Him way too many times. He loves us so much, and is so willing to help us over the rocky things in life, but we are quick to reject him and try to do it ourselves. Then we cry out for help and being who He is, our loving, graceful, compassionate, Daddy, he lifts us out of the mess, and sets our feet on solid ground. And there we go, often times without a grateful heart or even a word of gratitude.

May we be grateful and willing to receive the help of our Best Friend, and loving Father.