Saturday, April 19, 2014

Afraid . . . Yet Filled with Joy

 
"So the women hurried away from the tomb,
 
afraid yet filled with joy,
 
and ran to tell His disciples. 
 
Suddenly Jesus met them. 
 
'Greetings,' He said. 
 
They came to Him, clasped His feet and worshiped Him. 
 
Then Jesus said to them, 'Do not be afraid. 
 
Go and tell my brothers to go to Galilee; there they will see me.'"
-   Matthew 28:8- 10   -
 
 
 
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Friday, April 18, 2014

# 48


She reaches high and gently pulls her childhood Bible off the oak shelf.  The black one, the King James Version, a cherished Christmas gift from her Grandma and Grandpa back in 1964.  She opens the front cover to trace the childish writing with her eyes and fingertips.

And she smiles.

For there in a careful scrawl reads the date of her redemption.  All of 48 years ago.  When she came to Jesus, broken and weeping tears of regret and relief in the front pew of the church.  And He saved her from her sins.  All 10 years of them.  And far too many that were to follow.

This is Holy Week's gift.  Another milestone reached, with gratitude that overflows.  And she remembers, once again, that it was for her that His blessed blood was poured out. 

 
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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Healing Circles


The one with the fevered brow lifted up holy hands for the terrified sister.  And the terrified sister was more concerned for the one with the fevered brow than for her own untold agony.

The weakened recovering one let go of her anxiety so she could pray over the fearful soul.  Who had rubbed the aching limbs of the feverish one.  And the beloved matriarch who lived encased in endless pain sat in a holy watchfulness.  While the steady gentle giant once again lifted his friends to Jesus even while he already had enough prayers that needed to be said.

And the valiant brother who was fighting untold pressure wanted to know how he could pray.  While the exhausted sojourner stuffed with grief sat still with eyes resting closed.  And the faithful women who already carried too much on overfull platters steadily pounded on heaven's door, beseeching the Healer to come down and bring renewed life to the ones they loved.

The friends on the sidelines kept watch in prayer.  And in faith believing, they began to cut a large ragged healing circle in the fragile ceiling, lowering their loved ones on worn out mats right down in front of the Wounded Healer Himself.

The Holy One whispered over and over again, 'peace I leave you, my peace I give you.  I do not give as the world gives.  Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not be afraid.' 

And the hopeful soul gained a clearer perspective as she remembered that a new friend had penned the truth that the trouble with fear is it tells you things will always be the way they are now.  And all that being said, the Comforter cradled her heart and the renewed peace that passes understanding rocked her gently to sleep. 

And the midnight snow silently fell as the springtime moonlight glistened bright.

 
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Monday, April 14, 2014

Gleanings : : Cool Eggs * Quiet Readers * Bad Reviews * Top Blogs * Best Questions

Gathered from hither and yon . . .
 
{simply gorgeous}
'You can create this dramatic display with just two 0.25-ounce vials of blue dye you may already have in the kitchen ...'


{I still love knowing you're there anyway}
'Dear Blog Reader Who Has Never Commented, I have had this little letter in my drafts for a while now and I typically don’t talk about bloggy things around here.  Lately, though, I’ve thought of you more because some of you I’ve met in person.  And nearly every time, you mention a specific blog post that has meant something to you, followed by, “I know I never comment. I’m so sorry.”  Please forgive the weird look on my face.  I’m not great on the spot ...'


{sheer honesty}
'You know better.  Of course, you do.  You know better than to read blog posts about your book.  You know better than to Google yourself.  You know better than to troll a list of “best blogs” looking for your own absent name.  You know better than to ignore the 5-star reviews and only read the 1- and 2-star reviews.  You know better than to measure your self-worth by the measuring sticks of another.  Of course you know this.  But some days ...'


{some surprises here}
'There are thousands of ministry blogs to read, but do you ever wonder which ones everyone else is reading?  I do, which is why I have compiled a list of the world’s most read Christian faith blogs.  Keep in mind, this list isn’t an endorsement of the blogs but rather an objective list.  There is a broad scope of perspectives included, so be spiritually discerning about what you read and compare it against what the Bible says ...'


{phenomenal questions that cut right to the chase}
'The average American home size has doubled in the past 50 years.  Still 10% of households rent offsite storage and 25% of homeowners with two-car garages can’t park cars in them.  76% of Americans live paycheck-to-paycheck.  And the average US household credit card debt stands at $15,191.  It appears we have a spending problem.  We buy far more than we need.  And yet, our filled closets, overflowing drawers, and crammed basements stand as proof that purchases are not improving our lives.  Our discontent is evidenced in our excess ...'
 

Friday, April 11, 2014

The Joy of Resting



'There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God;
 
for anyone who enters God's rest also rests from his own work,
 
just as God did from His.
 
Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest.'
 
 >     Hebrews 4: 9 - 11    <
 
 
photo / early 1950s / Scotland
 
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Thursday, April 10, 2014

5 Ways to Recover From What Ails You

Ah, here I was rejoicing in spring, glorying in new life and warm breezes.  And then BOOM, from out of nowhere, my health went south.  In a matter of hours.

Maybe I flung those windows open too soon?  Whatever. 

What to do when you end up under the weather?




1.  Call the doctor.
I ain't no hero.  It took me more than three decades to find a decent primary care doc.  You bet that if I need some meds, I'm on the phone.  This guy saw me in an hour.  You just can't do better than that.

2.  Fill the fridge.
I mustered up my energy and headed to the market for some fresh fruits and crisp veggies.  A big ol' chicken for the crockpot.  Lots of juice.  And then stopped by the local Chinese restaurant for THE ultimate comfort food - a quart of steaming hot, flavor-packed wonton soup.

3.  Buy pansies.
They were gorgeous, they beckoned, their cheerful purple and yellow faces made me smile, they were on sale.  Need I say more?

4.  Cancel life. 
Everything gets put on hold.  I can't think of a single soul interested in my germs, my sneezing, my wadded up tissues.  I'm staying in, drinking gallons of water, and keeping my misery to myself.

5.  Veg out.
These are those rare moments when you have full permission to do nothing.  To lay on the sofa ensconced in your favorite quilt and sleep the afternoon away.  To leaf through a magazine or space out in front of old episodes of Call the Midwife.  Or write a few lines about getting your health back.

 
This post is in honor of those special ladies in my life who are dealing with major health issues.  My puny ailments don't hold a candle to the seriousness of what you're experiencing.  You know who you are.  And you know I'm praying for you.
 
Hugs.
 
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