The Cause of the Poor

Proverbs 29:7:  "The righteous considereth the cause of the poor."

I'm sure I am a decently considerate person. Yet there have been times I have felt my heart not responding compassionately in some situations. I know when I'm feeling self-centered and cold-hearted. Thus, many times I've found myself calling on God for a more compassionate heart!

Some years ago, my husband and I were inspired to begin Project Christmas Blessing and have collaborated with Africa Mission and Beyond to distribute to the needy in other countries. This project has been blessed beyond our expectations and we have been encouraged by the response of so many caring people.

We both have been trained in evangelists' homes so Christmas was never a big affair. Though we celebrated, it was always in the spirit of sharing. We didn't receive extravagant gifts. Neither of us have suffered from the way we spent our Christmas Holidays, which was always in a church gathering away from home. We just experienced Christmas joy a different way.

We practiced this mode with our children. I don't think they're lacking either, though I guess you'd have to ask them. You know how Americans joke about us coaxing our children to eat and be grateful because "There are children starving in Africa?" Sure. Whether we should have or not, we did that! It sounds right!

We're still not big Christmas spenders, so we aren't some of those who feel extremely guilty after getting through the Christmas season. This year, I was having a difficult time, as usual, trying to come up with any kind of Christmas list. I literally don't need anything. However, there is one thing that is a tradition for me. My husband has been getting me a certain kind perfume for about 42 years. I use it sparingly, so generally am in need of a new bottle about every other year. This was the year. So, I was relieved that I had something I thought I needed.

This year's Project Christmas Blessing was designated for the African country of Malawi which is one of the poorest parts  for the world. My heart has really been into this project this year for some reason. It is probably because I know the needs are so great there.

As our Pastor and his wife prepared to go distribute blankets and food from the donations, I was touched by them relating how they were trying to keep the trip and distributions from the local people until they could be more sure of the how and when of it all. However, the Malawian people were saying, "But we are hungry now!"

As I was traveling back from town, I couldn't help but reflect on the terrible difference in our circumstances. All I "needed"!!! was a $50 bottle of perfume. All they wanted was some food and warmth!  I began to sob! I told the Lord that I was so sorry and to really let me feel the right kind of compassion for this cause.

I had experienced some changes in my approach to life last week. My prayers for all the needs involved in the project that is presently being realized have been almost desperate! I really felt that I was being gifted with some insight into a better understanding of the "cause" and my prayers were being answered.

However, the last two days have found me struggling with some unwelcome emotions resulting in feelings of restlessness and ingratitude. I was begging for God to deal with me and let something happen to bring me back around to where I needed to be. He's so good. I accessed a video of today's happenings in Malawi and was immediately reminded of my selfishness. I am so ashamed. It has been just over a week since I couldn't see to drive for the tears!

How forgetful I am and how human!  I may be forever redefining "consideration" and "compassion". But I give God full permission to teach me these lessons. I need them and after my tearful session with my Lord today, I hope I don't forget it so quickly. By the way, I asked that the bottle of  "Estee Lauder" be put on hold. I was afraid the wrapping paper might have African childrens' faces on it! 

The Gift of Family

Proverbs 3:27: " Withhold not good from them to whom it is due."

I just received a priceless Christmas gift. It was given to me this past weekend.  Up a winding road, nineteen of us gathered in a big house on a mountaintop in Tennessee:  God's gift of family. We were overdue; this connection we try to keep strong. My husband and I spend a lot of time travelling to three different states to be with our children but its been a year since all of us have been together. Way overdue!  Thanks to all of them who so graciously took time out of their busy lives to come together for three wonderful days. We crammed a lot of memories in those few hours!

We aren't traditional in our Christmas celebrations. We have never made demands from our children on "The Day". As one daughter expressed it this year:  going home is where we gather as a family.

We laughed, and how we all needed it!  Its been a tough year for some of us!  Our sons bring the gift of humor every time! We ate. The daughters are all wonderful cooks! Their gifts of homemade goodies and delicious meals are expected and appreciated!  We sang. The grandchildren gifted me with a CD of their sweet voices blended in harmony. It's a treasure; one that will generate bittersweet tears sprinkled through the long days of winter.We were all in a race to embrace one of the two babykins. Their gifts of hugs were worth more than any wrapped package. The patriarch of this clan, my husband, gifted us with meaningful prayers and the traditional reading of the Christmas Story, also very dramatically acted out by the grands, as it is every year!

Three days was about all we needed of this "goodness". We didn't want to start stepping on each others' toes and we wanted to part still loving each other :) but it was so much goodness that I cried (truth be told, I sobbed :)) when we separated.

My husband asked me, when I was trying to hide my tears in his embrace,  " Did you get enough to keep you through the winter?" Probably not, but I am filled with "goodness" and satisfaction.  I am so grateful my family gave me this precious gift.  I am grateful because it could be different! My family isn't a perfect one. We are normal, having been through some very difficult times collectively and individually. We have not been without tears and disagreements. We don't always understand each other; and could have, more than once,  disbanded or embraced hurts to separate us.

We haven't and I hope we never do! I pray our choice will always be to forgive, to lay down our differences and to love unconditionally. Its a good thing to strengthen the bonds of the connection in this precious unit of love that so deserves it.  I believe that family is God's gift to us. Giving our best to keep the family unit together is our gift to each other.

I realize family unity isn't always one individual's choice.  But I want to encourage everyone to invest in healing and forgiveness and give whatever good gifts you can this Christmas. Be the first to wrap up a spoken "please forgive me" or pick up the phone and dial that "I'm sorry".  Pass out a needed hug.  Get beyond your hurt and say "I love you." Patch up a breach with grace and tears. Preserve your family with gifts of longsuffering and patience.  Do whatever you can to bring your family together or reinforce the bond you have.   A close family is the heart and soul of all that matters. It's due; don't withhold it if it is within your power to make a difference.

Blessings and Goodness for you and your family this Christmas!

Discipline

Proverbs 8:20a, 21a: "I lead in the ways of righteousness.....that I may cause those that love me to inherit substance."

As December approaches. it is important that we analyze our attitudes about this most popular time of the year.  I have recently read a Facebook post several times that challenges us to consider that the Holidays aren't always happy times for people.  There are countless reasons for this.

The above reference suggests that we righteously learn how to build "substance" into our lives so we can pass it on.  I believe this kind of substance refers to "the most important part of an idea" or " that which is real or practical in quality or character".

I've been reflecting on the importance of discipline in our lives. If we are disciplined, we will naturally have substance in our lives. It is so easy to live with the absence of reality or practicality and live instead in fantasy.

I watch the anticipation of Christmas build. Each year, we want to start earlier to celebrate it. Now, I love the warmth of the Christmas season if it is experienced in a proper way. It's kind of an introduction to cold weather, thus the warmth of hot drinks, pretty candles and the glow of a fire are inviting. I love soups, family gatherings, and fireside stories.

All this coupled with a celebration of Christ's birth make December a month to remember! Just those factors all combined give me a reason to love this time of year.

However, there are a hundred other factors added into the picture. Our culture invites us to be a part of financial, physical , emotional and spiritual stress during December. Just like we want to get rich overnight,  lose 30 pounds in two weeks, pass a test by cramming an hour before test time, or get ourselves in a mess and expect God to work a miracle, we expect December to be the last chance of the year to experience fulfillment and happiness!  This is very unrealistic!

I ask you, how in the world does this happen when we have a schedule so packed with parties and festivities that we are tired and irritated most of the time?  What happens to the budget when we buy impractical, expensive gifts for each other? We are angry at the ten extra pounds that shows up for every New Year's resolution. The emotions are raw. We feel unfulfilled after Christmas Day gifts are opened. Our spiritual life has suffered drastically over these December weeks.  We want it all to end and things to get back to normal. By the time the last bit of gift wrap is trashed and the pile of Christmas dishes are put away, we have forgotten whatever anticipation we felt on December 1.

I am part of the generation that wanted it all and wanted it now! That didn't work so we are now pursuing "simplicity" and " healthy lifestyles" in the same manner!  This is breeding a new culture who are expensively and enthusiastically pursuing everything that makes them feel  good.  It has introduced personal trainers to help you lose weight, yoga studios to help you spiritually connect with your inner self,  and myriads of whole food markets to let you choose all things natural to eat.  All this can be incorporated into the Christmas celebration and still be an unrealistic approach.

I'm a believer in old fashioned, pure and simple discipline.  If we only do things that feel good, we develop into selfish indulgent people or selfish simplistic people. Neither glorifies the Christ who we are honoring at this time of the year.

There is a spiritual, satisfying way to experience December.  Here's my suggestion: try combining simplicity and giving to produce satisfaction this year. Keep decorating simple and warm and Christ centered. Surround yourself with healthier food choices; try some new recipes.  Purpose to curb your indulgences. Try a year of giving gifts to those who  really need it.  Initiate a project for family participation. If you choose to do gift exchange with family or friends, only give affordable and needful gifts.  Pursue a humanitarian effort with your family for a different kind of fulfillment( children's or senior homes, soup kitchens, etc.) Then read faith building Christmas stories each evening.

This will require discipline and planning but will result in some worthy substance in your Christmas Season. You will feel so much more fulfilled when you get through the month. It will chase depression and help keep the budget on target. You will be much more energized physically. And I promise that you will feel much stronger emotionally and spiritually. And it can have a phenomenal effect on your loved ones!

Happy December!

Forever Friends

Proverbs 17:17 "A friend loveth at all times."

We are just recovering from the news of the death of a long time friend. I guess we are never prepared for a link in the chain to be severed, making us feel that the strength of that friendship bond is less. But its not. It was a strong link that lasted a lifetime.

My husband and I grew up as evangelists' children. resulting in having friends all over the country. Our Christmas card list got so long that we felt we needed to shorten it for economic's sake. That was almost impossible.  Most all were dear friends.

John was one of those. He had a personality so big you couldn't ignore him. A friend to us since very small children, he was a colorful part of all our growing up years. He spent a lot of time in both our homes. We spent most summers together in camp meetings all through the Midwest.

In many ways, we grew apart after becoming adults. But we kept in touch. We weren't always in agreement on every issue of life. But nothing ever drove us apart. We reunited every so often with a hug and a short visit. Opportunity handed us a few more of those times together through the last few years. We are so grateful.

Many of our friends gathered on Tuesday to say our final goodbye to John. We were so warmed by the memories and the presence of each other.  John was a true friend. Hats off to his " all times" loyalty.

I see the youth in my life seeking out "forever friends".  I tell them that there are so many facets of friendship.  You won't always understand them until you travel life.

My husband mentioned at John's memorial service, where probably 500 or more were in attendance, that each of us were on John's life timeline. We were there on Tuesday because we were not "had been" friends, but "all time" friends. We were there because we loved him for when he was in our life and for who he was.

I still have so many of you  "forever friends". That interprets that I plan to always be there for you. To all my friends, wherever you are on my timeline, you're still there. I may not talk to you often. But we have memories.  I cherish our friendship and I love you for "all times".

Counting Blessings

Proverbs 28:20a: "A faithful man shall abound with blessings."

My little grandson counts his chickens. "One, two. three, six... thirteen..." Just like him. I count my blessings.  I skip around , talk about the good ones, or choose one to testify about now and then.  And I don't even think about the ones between six and thirteen.

Why?  The little one obviously is still learning to count. But me? I don't always see all of God' s giving as a blessing.

I woke this morning thinking about how stiff and sore I was. It took me awhile to refocus on how much better I am than 6 weeks ago when I took a nasty fall off a ladder. Right then I turned adversity into a blessing.

I often look at my 63 year old self in the mirror and wander how I got here so soon?  But quickly I turn grateful that I am alive to enjoy life, as different as it is from 30 years ago!

I am not happy to be living hundreds of miles from the majority of my children and grandchildren. But I am grateful to have modern technology where I can access pictures, videos, talking and texting.

Counting my blessings causes me to concentrate on what I have, not what I don't have. It is so much easier to grumble than rejoice. Remembering takes more focus than forgetting. Identifying blessings is much harder than just skipping to thirteen from six when I start to count.

And I often look for the blessings recorded in CAPITAL letters: accomplishments, recognition, healings, or honor. But most blessings are disguised to just look like "happenings".What about a sunset on the porch, the fresh smell of newly laundered clothes, the surprise visit of a friend or neighbor? Am I blessed to be one of the faithful few to share prayer meeting tonight? 

This week I've been challenged to not feel overwhelmed at the mounds of dry leaves scattered in the yard. I much prefer them on branches in all their color! But there is some joy in watching God metamorphose nature and the assurance He knows what He is doing. He will bring life again.

I'm not much into cold weather but I love to watch a fire burning.  I am gladly exchanging summer sandwiches for delicious, hot, winter soups. I refuse to dread the long winter when I can experience the beauty of snow. I anticipate the coziness of a cold evening snuggled into a chair beside the fireplace.

So many blessings.....today I've been singing in my heart.

"Count your many blessings, name them one by one. And it will surprise you what the Lord hath done."

I'm counting... trying to name them...trying not to miss a one...

Masks

Proverbs 12:25 " Heaviness in the heart of a man maketh it stoop."

I don't celebrate Halloween for obvious reasons. It embraces fear, heaviness and darkness. Don't we all have enough of that in our lives?

Wearing a mask suggests deceit and twisted identity. Yet, I often think we, as people, don't have to put on a literal mask to hide who we really are.  We hide behind fears and insecurities, afraid others will discover the real person and reject us.When put into writing, it seems so childish, doesn't it?

It evolves in childhood. I hid behind shyness and quietness when I was very young. I'm not sure when I traded in that mask for being " talky" and "outgoing".It earned me desired friends and favor with teachers. In middle school, I masked intelligence to gain popularity and a position as class officer.  And still , I struggled with the insecurity of not being accepted.  I  even sacrificed a little integrity to maintain who I was. On into  my teenage years, I qualified as " popular" and " well liked", I suppose, yet I stayed on an emotional roller coaster, putting on changing masks to invite acceptance. I wanted everybody to think I was the greatest! The greatest student, the perfect daughter, the "best" friend, the boys' dream, and a model example in all things!

At the age of 16, I realized that Jesus was the One that really mattered and His acceptance of me was of the most importance. As good as I thought I was, I was broken at my recognition of being a pretender. I experienced an incredible awareness of how needy I was. I began a journey to be what He wanted me to be, disposing of the masks I had been hiding behind.

I'm still on that journey. It's not easy to be genuine and honest and live at risk of rejection. I'd like to say I've been totally successful. But, hurt has pulled me back behind a few masks through life.  It has taken God's unfailing patience, love and assistance in peeling those masks back. It hasn't always been easy to unveil the real me. It is always sobering, but comforting, to know God wants me to be honest and open with Him at all times. I can't hide; he's going to come searching me out!   He will never reject me or leave me hidden in one of my dark places.

I recently had several days to visit with some very transparent friends.  They are so up front with themselves, with others and with God.  I am refreshed in their presence.  People love them. They are just relaxing to interact with.

Its my goal to immediately have people be at ease in my presence. I want to exude freshness, beauty and genuine security to everyone who knows me. That can only come by having one face all the time:  the "me" who lives in the presence of God.

Through the Eyes of a Child

Proverbs 20:12" The hearing ear and the seeing eye, the Lord hath made them both."

I just spent several days trying to observe life through the eyes of a child. Its amazing when I try to see and hear and think on their level; perspective changes.

My two youngest grandchildren are amazing! Maybe because I am older and my eyes have seen a lot and my ears have heard enough; observing the innocency of small children seems educational. After a weekend with them, I felt like I have renewed eyesight this a.m.

My little Savannah is 10 months. She's so adorable, so innocent, so needy and dependent. I soaked up every hug, every smile and every peekaboo. I should have kept a momentary journal of her mood swings! One moment she was indulging me; the next frowning and pushing me away!  We call her "Princess" because she's all girl feelings and emotions.  I stayed on her roller coaster; trying to please her and read her and see through her big beautiful eyes how she was interpreting life.  She used me;  batting her long eyelashes and flashing a cute smile even while a crystal teardrop glistened on her tiny cheek. I was smitten and amused.  I wasn't consistent with "the look"  or the reminding warning of " Savannah Grace"! but her mama is. It gets that little girl's attention and adjusts her focus quickly!

Oh yes , Lord! I see me in her! I know I tend to live by my feelings. I make decisions by them. I wake up to changing emotions and go to bed with them often ruling me. And I'd like to think I don't try to manipulate. But I fear I do. And you are patient with me.   Thank you, Lord, for giving me "the look" when I need it. I appreciate the "attitude adjustments".

My two year old grandson is learning to express himself verbally. We all were treated to a never ending barrage of expressed thoughts most of his waking moments. He's loving the fact that he can shock us by that. We've learned that " I don't like Jesus" and lots  of things are "nasty".  He doesn't hesitate to inform us that he is very capable of doing things himself.  He also discovered that beds were made to jump on (even though his parents disagree) and the candy dish holds a treat that is worth disobedience.  He tried to ride a bicycle and crashed when he was feeling "tough".  And then he can say the sweetest "yuv you's" when he's having a tender moment.  What a bundle of independence and energy!  He keeps the "big people" alert and moving!

Lord, I can see how my actions could alarm you at times!  And I can feel you right there prodding me not to speak my thoughts!  Thank you for being the Big Person that shadows me and for picking me up and brushing me off when I crash.  I am tempted to indulge myself. Thank you for reminders to get my hand out of the candy dish!  Your hugs mean so much and you let me come back with an "I love you" when I've been independent and I'm needing loved.

Pawpaw and I were sweetened by bunches of hugs and kisses; enough to hopefully last for a few long distance weeks.  I can still feel them. Those little souls in training are not far removed from me and life.  Seeing things through the eyes of a child makes me appreciative of God's patience with me. I love those tiny two more than I can express. And I know He loves me.  We sang "Jesus loves me" with Easton  just days ago. A good reminder for me, as well!

Barns of Plenty

 

Proverbs 3:3-4: "Honor the Lord with thy substance and with the first fruits of all thine increase. So shall thy barns be filled with plenty."

I love the Fall season.  Percy Shelly quoted: " There is a harmony in Autumn." I agree. There's something about the colors of harvest that are harmonious and soothing. When I experience autumn, I feel like my spirit is being beautifully blended and rounded out from the fullness and busyness of summer and coming into restfulness. There is such satisfaction in knowing you have the barns full and you are prepared for winter.

Barns belong to the fall season. There is just something about the vibrant colors of the harvest overflowing from the barn that is inspirational and calming.

I feel like God paints a special picture with the fall colors this time of year to reward us. Today, I was outside watching the leaves fall and feeling the autumn wind. Yesterday, I crunched across the dry, fallen leaves thinking I should be melancholy about the passing of warm temperatures and I wonder if I will miss the sound of the lawn mower. But I am content with the change. And I ponder: how can the death of spring and summer generate such peace?

I am reflecting on fall colors and their meaning. And somehow the emotions that harvesting colors arouse within me seem very meaningful.

My favorite color is red so I search for it in the changing trees. When I spot them, I am energized and impassioned. I will purposely walk or drive by the red trees just for the awesome feeling they invoke. I'm so glad God created the color red.

A bright yellow squash or falling leaf seems cheerful. This color is a happy color and is like sunshine even when the sun's not shining. It gives me a feeling of optimism. I love the feeling of hope in the yellows.

The oranges give me feelings of warmth on cool days. This color causes me to reflect and think, just as the orange flames of the fire will cause me to curl up and ponder. The color orange is a blend of red and yellow, toning down the energy of both, generating a feeling of balance.

Every now and then the color purple eases through the tinges of autumn. When I see it, I am pleased. The color is so rare because the dye was originally extracted from a scarce family of shellfish. It is a royal hue and beautiful to the eye. I love it when I am surprised by a thrust of purple into the more vibrant colors. Its like a little gift of God.

With all the brightness of these colors, the real beauty of the picture lies in the browns interwoven among them. This is a necessary color to ground the combination. It reminds me of the foundations of the earth where the roots of all this beautiful harvest lies.

Add a blend of greens throughout and you have the perfect balance of tranquillity and beauty. Such healing to the spirit. I believe it is God's reminding splash of grandeur before he phases us into the quietness and solitude of Winter.  Even then, we still have our barns of plenty to fill us in the seasons of no life. When our vision despairs of the whites, blacks and grays, all we have to do is go and open the barn door and gather.

The cycle of life is wondrous! We plant,  we tend; we reap, we are filled. We honor the Lord; our barns are full. Provisions for soul, mind and body all in this continuous cycle of life. Today I feel grateful and blessed.

Thank you, Pastor

Proverbs 22:11  "He who loves a pure heart and whose speech is gracious will have the king for a friend,"

I really don't know why it is so hard to be "gracious". The word means to be "polite, kind or courteous".  It's just a necessary character trait to have friends. But unfortunately, it's a trait buried. Again,  why? I really think we breed ingratitude by not expressing gratitude. It's so much easier to complain than to be appreciative.

A fellow by the name of Robert Brauet said, " There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude." G.B. Stern quoted "Silent gratitude isn't much use to anyone."  I am totally unimpressed with the saying, "It's the thought that matters." Excuse me; who profited from an unexpressed thought or an unsent card? I would much rather you not say anything to me if it is a sentence with "I meant to...." preceding it!

I guess it's because we forget to daily express gratitude that prompted the need for a yearly commemorative day to tell mothers, fathers, children, siblings, grandparents (and don't forget the inlaws) that you love and appreciate them. So we facebook, text or splurge and send a yearly $4.00 card to the nationally selected person to express our thoughts. 
I love getting cards on special days,  but if that's the only time I'm told I an appreciated or  I am telling someone I appreciate them, I think there's something wrong with the picture. I take a little offense that people have to have their minds jogged by advertisement to tell me they love me. Clarification: I do use every opportunity (including national) to tell someone I appreciate them.

So, we have a big opportunity in the month of October! It's Pastor Appreciation month!  Has it been a year since I last thought of that???....

I'm jabbing a little! But admit it! Arent we selfish? Truly, how hard is it to shake your pastor's hand every Sunday or give him a hug and say " Thanks, brother, I needed that sermon!" Or a simple "Appreciate you." Maybe a before service reminder "Praying for you today" to give him a boost.  How about a Saturday evening when you are relaxing and eating out, sending him a text,  "Praying for you as you make preparation for tomorrow."

Do a public tribute to your pastor if you want; I encourage it. Just saying.....it will be much more effective if you' ve sprinkled appreciation on the pastor throughout the year.

And don't forget the overlooked pastor's spouse. The pastor's wife often gives as much or more than her husband. If there's honor given, its likely in the name of her husband while she smilingly sits in the shadows and listens! Give an accolade to the pastor's wife!

Find a way to bless the pastor's family. They are often the most criticized because they are supposed to be "perfect".  Remember, they sacrifice a lot (much more than people know). They didn't choose to be in the spotlight! Give a shoutout for the pastor's children!

Here's the challenge. If you aren't given to compliments: put this reminder for once a month for the next year in your Iphone. "Bless my Pastor and his family".  That way you wont be surprised when October 2016 rolls around and you hear its "Pastor Appreciation Month!" Again?

Kitchen Komfort

Proverbs 31:15: "She riseth also while it is yet night and giveth meat to her household."

Kitchen: a gathering place for family and friends. A place where memories are homemade and seasoned with love.

My kitchen is the place where I invest alot of time, energy and money.  I identify with the Proverbs 31 woman. She apparently did the same. There is a whole lot more to it than just opening the frig, the pantry, or having a microwave.

The kitchen has always been a gathering place. Even when people lived in tents, the outside fire for cooking was the point of interest. During pioneer days, the hearth was the centerpiece of the cabin. Eventually, the kitchen evolved into a place where you invested the most money if you were building a home.

My family indulged me years ago when we travelled in an RV. I insisted on my tiny box of table decor to be packed. When we settled in,  the first thing I did was to unpack a plaque, some flowers and some placemats!  I I had to have my "homey" feeling with the boxed meals! And we still ate on paper plates as a family!

Later, we travelled, using hotels suites for long term lodging. Always packed was a wreath for the door, classical music, and a candle. The first thing I purchased was fresh flowers! That complimented the crock pot dinners that I cooked in the tiny  kitchens! Gathered around those impossibly small tables still invoke funny but great memories!

My son works with a kitchen designer. I have toured some of these  "state of the art" kitchens. It is overwhelming at the genius and expense that is invested into these beautiful kitchens. Though very little time is spent in them, there is a desire within all to have some comfort and satisfaction eminating from the kitchen.

Department stores designate a good bit of floor space to kitchen wares.  The appliance section of the store is stuffed with handy kitchen gadgets. The mall now  has high end kitchen stores. There are numerous, popular cooking shows that can be accessed.

We are a society consumed with our appetite. We have glamourized the kitchen into a place where food is overexagerated and overindulged.  Yet something is still missing in the picture.  A beautiful kitchen, a well stocked pantry and refrigerator: it should be the perfect combination. But it's often minus  the most important factor: the family unit.The modern family lives on the run. There is very little bonding and togetherness.  I personally believe there is a desire in all of us for satisfaction and fulfillment to be derived from food shared with family and friends. The satisfaction comes not only from our appetites being sated but from the warm atmosphere of being surrounded by those we love. This all happens around the table.

You cannot get this from "eating out".  That should be a treat. The home kitchen should still be the hub of the home. It should be a source of healthy satisfaction with food, company and conversation.

A table sufficient for all family members needs to be a priority. Most of the time, family has designated seating.  A scheduled meal time is very important. Statistics prove that the family unit is much stronger when all are present at mealtime. Try to do this at least once a day. Another good thing: even a family face to face for 10 morning minutes is positive. A prayer offered over a simple breakfast can bring a sense of connection into a home. It's also the duty of the mom to insure that the husband and children have nutritious lunches prepared if needed.

I'm a mom. I know the responsibility of the home is a big weight on our shoulders. That's why our priority, when we are raising a family, should be about the home. I also know all the shortcuts available out there. I just want to say: there is no replacement for a healthy, attractive and fulfilling environment in your kitchen that is created by time and effort.

I realize we don't spend the long hours in the kitchen that our grandmothers did. That's not necessary. The beauty of our kitchen is much easier created now than in those early days. If you don't do "homemade", there is a pie crust or biscuit out there to help you out. There are innumerable 30 minute recipes available that are delicious and nourishing. If you don't consider yourself creative in setting a table,  visit Walmart. Pick a simple centerpiece and some serviceable placemats that will enhance your table. If you service an all male household,  add enough flair to make meals an " occasion". Insist on proper table manners. Set a table as much as possible. Always use napkins.  Use attractive and appropriate dinnerware and glassware.  Require all to be present.  Say a meaningful prayer.  There you have it.  Security. Found at the kitchen table.

All this cannot be done without forethought.  A certain degree of planning has to be done.  Menu planning can be done by the day, week or month.The important thing is that your kitchen is clean, organized, attractive and stocked.  The thing to avoid is obvious. Chaos in the kitchen.  This invites a lack of harmony in the home. Positive vibes coming from the kitchen are security.Thats why the "cookie jar" is a forever childhood memory.  Thats why family recipes are treasured. That's why even doing dishes can be a positive flashback.

Keep it up Moms! I know planning menus, shopping thriftily and then putting it all together gets to be wearisome.  Keeping the food healthy and filling and doing this on a budget seems impossible.  It seems like keeping your kitchen organized is a work of art.  And who has the time?!  I did  volunteer work at the Christian school where my children attended when they  were at home. It was an effort to be a homemaker as well. Here's where I found that training the children was necessary. They lightened the load considerably with kitchen duty.

The effort is worth it! When I hear my children reminisce about our family dinners, especially the Sunday table settings, I am warmed! I put a lot of time into making memories around the kitchen table. I dont regret a minute of it.

Today,  I am privileged to still do some larger scale cooking and planning.  I enjoy it when I do.  But my husband and I find ourselves often sitting at a table for two. It's still fulfilling. One small table, two colorful napkins, the glow of a candle.  It's the perfect setting after a hectic day. It speaks calmness and invites conversation.  We feel secure and we are filled!

A Marching Band

Proverbs 30:27 "The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by bands."

I have been introduced to the world of "marching bands" through my 16 year old grandson. He has definitely found his niche in  high school by his participation in the band. He loves the challenge it is providing in every way.

I'm a big fan of band music but admittedly, I didn't know all the intricacies involved in marching in a band. I have always been impressed with a performance,  but never realized the time devoted to the practice and memorization needed for the perfect presentation.

Neither did I realize that there is a theme to the marching.There has to be numerous performances,  all incomplete,  building towards that grand final presentation. If you see one of those incomplete performances (which is what I catch each fall season), it doesn't always make sense. Yet I can tell the band is working towards the beauty of when it all comes together in the future.

A band participant needs to attend band camp and spend evenings of many weeks practicing. An incredible amount of time is invested in this endeavor. I hear my grandson humming his band music most all of the time.. he's totally committed to being a successful part of his band.

This year, I was privileged to hear his first performance. He is glad to get through it so he can work on improvement.  He's pleased that he has this first opportunity for his band teacher to critique it. He feels pretty nervous about it all.  But by that final one, he's feeling confident because he knows how hard he and his teammates have worked. And they always do a grand job! It is a magnificent accomplishment!

The scripture referral today is about locusts.  In truth, they aren't well liked because they do destructive work but the success of what they do is because they work together as a band. I am impressed at the major job they get accomplished as they work together. Apparently they don't have any leader but they are simply driven by the need to be nourished. They will travel together cross country to complete their mission.

God put us here on this earth to work in units. We can accomplish things singly,  but there is scripture about "one chasing a thousand and two ten thousand."  So much more can be done as a team and when we have a common goal.

We don't have to all play the same instrument to march together. What I love about a marching band is the beautiful sound coming from the varied instruments.  The important thing is that each member play their instrument perfectly in time with the music, in feeling with the theme and in sinc with the marching pattern.To observe a band marching and playing in harmony below on a field is overwhelming!

When my grandson started band, I thought he might be confused with what could be chaos in maneuvering people on the field and trying to blend with so many other instruments. But he wasn't. His concern was that he learn, as an individual, what his part was in the band. He chose his instrument and started to work. He now knows that he practices much and when he comes together with the group, who also has done much practicing, they can get the job done. I also note that he has great respect for the teacher. And I see that the uniformity of a band uniform for each participant gives a much more accomplished effect to the presentation.

It is vital that we know our gifting (our instrument) in life. It is also important that we totally respect God's orchestration in our lives.  We must apply ourselves to letting God make us productive as an individual and feel confident, through Him, in what we are doing. We needn't be so concerned about whether our neighbor is learning his instrument. And we need to be only concerned with the part of the march we are learning for today's presentation. Our goal is not to try to make our instrument the loudest or most noticeable. It is for all of us to march to God's will, His written uniformity in the Word, and to march together. The music is written. The Director is always ready. As we  come together,  we are viewed by the onlooking world as a beautiful presentation. The picture is so much more interesting and lovely when everyone is marching together for a common cause.  I challenge all of us to stay in the band!

Cherished Relationships

"Cherish your human connections-your relationships
with friends and family."  ~Barbara Bush

Proverbs 17:17 "A friend loveth at all times.  And a brother is born for adversity."

I just returned from a great weekend retreat with a lot of family and friends. We visited over food and had some sweet fellowship with singing, praying and sharing the Word. There were lots of hugs, warm conversations and recollections of memories.

Most of these people have been lifelong friends. They know me well. I know a good bit about the details of their life. I have interacted with them through childhood.  We laughed at our antics as teenagers on these same grounds where we were reuniting. We have attended each other's weddings, congratulated the births of our children, and celebrated anniversary and birthday parties together. 

I get tearful when I recall the times these friends have been there through the rough times as well.  Their calls, cards, hugs and prayers have kept me going when I felt I was hanging on by a thread. They have loved me "at all times."

I also spent some memorable moments reminiscing with immediate and extended family.  I embraced and loved every moment of our precious time together.  We shared stories and had moments of laughing uproariously late into the night. And I remember that this sweet family shared my tears not so long ago.  This is the family that supports me when times are hard. That family circle is dear to me.  They have been loyal and true and I feel their devotion. Truly they were born to support me in "adversity".

What was particularly inviting about this special weekend is that it wasn't gender, age or specially designated. It was open to anyone. It was so fun to to romp with the young ones. I captured a moment when my husband was pushing our two year old grandson and his little friends in a wheelbarrow! I hope they sit together 50 years from now and talk about it. Last night, we enjoyed a group of youth, the posterity of my friends and my parent's friends, singing a modern rendition of an old hymn. I loved it! Today I comfortably joked with a sweet teenage girl who is the granddaughter of my mother's old friend. Somehow a tight friendship that originated  60 or more years ago spanned several states and generations and affected us today.

I was so impressed that the special time this weekend was made possible because our parents and grandparents cherished and nurtured family and  friends for a lifetime. It was a priority.They all experienced fun times and adversity together. They stood by each other through decades, thus giving us this beautiful chance of sharing friendship, fun and fellowship.

Tonight I am peaceful with having experienced a connection again with people who mean the world to me. It wasn't just an experience for the weekend.  It is a strong bond born of "loving at all times"; the good and the bad. It's the way relationships were designed by God to be. I feel loved and I am blessed.

A la mode

Proverbs 15:17a: "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is."

I was recently privileged to help serve up a newly tried recipe of pumpkin cake cooked in a crockpot. It sounded wonderful but the hostess wasn't really pleased with her first taste of the dessert. Admittedly, looking on, it didn't look attractive, either. The first taste was a little flat.  Looking back at the recipe , we remembered it was topped with caramel sauce. That did taste better,  but still didn't improve the looks much.  It really didn't look nice enough to serve confidently.

So, of course, we decided to do " a la mode"; in this case, using a dollup of cool whip. Drizzling the caramel sauce over both the cake and the whip, we upgraded the dessert 100%!

Our expectant men were very impressed! One commented it looked like it should be in a magazine. Another was so impressed that he thought it likely the best dessert he'd ever tasted!

With a few simple changes, we had successfully created a very pleasing recipe, both to the eye and to the taste. My thoughts soon compared all this to our lives!

Daily living  often evolves into just a "so-so" presentation to those around us. It lacks the flair or luster to make it what invites others to "taste and see".  We set it out for others to partake of and wonder why people aren't trying it.

Maybe we need to try "a la mode". Perhaps some dollups of smiles and little deeds of kindness would draw attention. We might could drizzle some extra patience and love over it all.  I think we would begin to have people ask about our recipe. And I believe, if we get our lives so Spirit filled, they will want to taste it!

This little lesson was a challenge to me!  I really hope I'm not serving up just plain old "herbs" on my plate!  Sprinkling the love of God on everything I present will improve whatever I'm serving 100%. I've been thinking about what I can improve with "a la mode".

Hospitality

Proverbs 31:15 "She giveth meat to her household and a portion to her maidens." Verse 20: "She stretcheth out her hand to the poor...to the needy."

I grew up in the home of a minister. I feel blessed to have been trained in  hospitality. Maybe it was a given. We never lived in a huge, beautifully decorated home. But it was graced with the beauty of open arms to all people. My bedroom was often filled with guests, bedding me in the living room floor. Many were the times my sister and I were washing and drying what seemed like tons of dishes in the wake of having a table filled with friends who dropped in. The result of this is that I still have friends all over the country!

My parents' hospitality was just as good when it was only family.  My mother was never a gourmet cook, but she wasn't intimidated at setting a table. Our evening meals were filling and personable with lively conversation. My daddy had been raised in very undesirable conditions and he requested good table manners from all of us. It warms me to remember those days. I also note that my siblings and I all love people and don't hesitate to share and give.

For over a week, my husband and I have been guests in our daughter and son-in-law's home. An extended stay in any home can strain the level of hospitality.  On the light side: Ben Franklin said, "After 3 days, fish and company stink!"  Staying in a guest cabin here helps, but I've got to say these people give their heart to making people feel welcome! In addition to us feeling it,

I've watched a steady stream of neighbors and friends drop by. It has a lot to do with training, but more to do with their sharing and caring for others. I commend them for their example.

The Proverbs 31 woman obviously was given to attending her family as should be. But note that she also reached out her hand to the needy. This woman took giving to the next level. I'd like to suggest that neediness isn't always being destitute. It implies a need within of any kind. All of us have a need to feel connected with others. I'd like to label this reaching out of the hand as "hospitality".  It is an extension of yourself to your friends and neighbors.  It simply means to open your house and share your table. It really shouldn't be difficult to do this with those we are comfortable with. It is very rewarding!

Another level of hospitality is bringing in people you aren't well acquainted with.  You may not feel comfortable with this idea, but I can assure you it is a wonderful blessing and can result in great friendships. A way to do this is to start with your church fellowship. Seek out those who live alone or are elderly. They need attention and often get ignored.  Analyze your neighborhood and fellow workers and look for opportunity to form a relationship that you could enhance by extending hospitality. Another hint: we often expect our pastor's family to be hospitable, but rarely do they get invited into the homes of their parishioners.

I observed another of my daughters host a breakfast where she invited 12 or 15 of her very "needy" fellow workers to whom she knew had never experienced that kind of thing.  It was obvious she had established relationships with them where they were eager to come and sit around a fall campfire for pancakes. I benefited from being included in the circle of sharing and caring that morning!

If you hesitate to entertain because you aren't comfortable with it, relax.  It is not an art. A quote from Max Beerbohm: "When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its soul." Use hospitality as a way of giving to others. It is the heart and soul of Christianity.

Here are a few suggestions:
)1. Keep it simple. Its not about competition with anyone.
)2. Do it impromptu sometimes. Its a challenge, but fun and you don't have all the worry beforehand!
)3. Keep your house straightened. You are always ready and don't have to be ashamed.
)4. Accept offers if your guests want to bring food.
)5. Keep cooked meat, fruit, and pastries in the freezer. You can put a snack or simple meal together quickly.
) 6.Welcome help with the cleanup. If they don't offer, sit and visit.
)7. Its not all about food. Food is just a means of getting people to relax and share. Make your guests comfortable with food and then fellowship. Its a perfect mix.
)8. Stay with tried and true recipes when having guests. Its a lot less stress.
)9. Pray together before their departure. It bonds you together.

Again relax, give of yourself and enjoy some great times with friends and family!

Spiritual Selfies

Proverbs 21:13:  "Whoso stoppeth his ears at the cry of the poor. he also shall cry himself, but shall not be heard."

I wasn't surprised when I read that the 2013 word of the year was "selfie". That smacks of over emphasis on "self" which is the root of the word.

I have watched the rise of the popularity of the ""selfie" on social media and have been amazed at how insecure people are. There is an incredible amount of social peer pressure involved in it. The youth, especially girls, frequently post pictures of themselves, trying to conform to impossible standards of beauty, just to get their "friends" to post comments about how beautiful or pretty they are! This requires countless poses and "takes" and also "photo editing" the pictures to improve them to look better than who they really are.

I know a little bit of the effort in getting a good "selfie". Every now and then, I try to snap one to send to my youngest two long distant grandchildren. I don't want them to forget me. I send very few...
I want them to have good memories!!!!!!

I recently have taken note of the newest trend: "ugly selfies". This evolved from the tiresome job of failing to feel perfect. Thus, a switch to the "I don't care" self-expression!

I believe all this is a cry to be seen, accepted, heard and loved! All of us need affirmation from others. But what concerns me is the "me-focused' generation this is breeding and the large amount of time our youth are spending on it!

Surely there are better ways to spend our time!  I think social media is probably here to stay and it is a wonderful tool to keep connected with long distance family and friends. And don't misunderstand me. I love memories passed on with pictures! But it seems the media could be used in a very personal way to reach out and bless. I know there are some who do. I also know hours are spent posting or reading useless information and passing it on.  But a scripture comes to mind in II Timothy that speaks of the last days where people will be " lovers of themselves."

I think if we are truly reflecting a life for God, we are going to be "others" focused.  Maybe we should all take our pulse and see where we are. We spend a lot of time on ourselves; how much time do we give to others? A modern translation of the Proverbs referral to "poor" could be pretty broad. It could be our parents, a spouse, siblings, our church friends, neighbors, or someone who needs sought out. Relationships are suffering everywhere. We are too busy taking to give. We are very needy in our relationships.

"A man is called selfish not for pursuing his own good, but for the neglecting of his neighbor's".       Richard Whately

Let's take a  "spiritual selfie".  I think we'll find we are pretty imperfect!  Let's start reaching out to heal relationships or make new ones!  Making contact can  be done at our fingertips.

Selfies can reflect pride, insecurity. or just emptiness. In reality, all of us can be very poor, needy and lonely. Could it be we have become so absorbed with our insecurities that we are continually seeking for approval from others and yet never feeling like we are fulfilled by it? I feel that most of our neediness can be satisfied through practicing Christ's example of giving to others. By doing so, we will have no time to feel like we are impoverished. In giving out to others, our own cries are being answered.

My practice for myself, when I'm feeling insecure or depressed, is to get up and get busy. I will fix a meal, bake some bread, make a phone call, send a text, or mail a card.  In general, I seek out a needy person. I don't have to look far. It immediately answers my inward cries of feeling sorry for myself.

A spiritual " selfie" can be scary. But we can do a little "photo editing" and come up with some ideas how to change ourselves. And, keep in mind, all of us are posting "selfies" every day for others to see!

Vows

Proverbs 20:25 " It is a snare to the man who devoureth that which is holy and after the vows to make inquiry."

My Anniversary was this week. I am reminded that 44 years ago, I stood before people who came to witness my vows. I recall, also, inviting God to be present at that ceremony. Those same people are still my friends today and I am still inviting God to be present in my life. I am thinking I still have great accountability to those witnesses so many years ago.

Those vows were a deliberate, free promise to my chosen life mate. I was also seriously committing to a covenant (legal agreement) that I would stand by this man "in sickness, in health, for rich, for poor, for better, or for worse,  til death do us part."

Whoever initiated those words probably felt they needed to sound poetic for the couple standing  entranced in a romantically charged atmosphere,  not having a clue where the road ahead will lead. And that's okay. What they really need to be very sure of is that they are committing to ride together wherever the road leads and as long as either of them are alive to travel.

I am so grateful that we chose to keep our ceremony simple and desired a strong spiritual emphasis. I wanted people to walk away from my wedding with the comment, " What a beautiful  sacred ceremony!" than one where they felt overwhelmed with the beauty of the wedding but didn't feel it was necessarily spiritual.

I do not regret my vows. I listened closely to them and joyously repeated them. And with all my heart, I also sang the vow  in song: "Whither Thou Goest I Will Go."

It has not been the legal covenant or the paper marriage licence I signed that has kept me faithful to my marriage. It has been the vows I spoke before God and those witnesses that day. I have chosen to never "make inquiry" or question them.

I like the good times. I don't like the bad times. A marriage has both. But I am committed to all times. I vowed to love and cherish my husband til death parts us. I still do.

Kaleidoscopes

"Our days are a kaleidoscope.
Every instant a change takes place in the contents."
                                                              -Henry Ward Beecher

Proverbs 5:21: "For the ways of man are before the eyes of the Lord."

I can remember the first time I looked into the viewfinder and saw a kaleidoscope.  The tumbling of all the colors, shapes, and zigzags of lines entranced me. I was breathless with this beautiful confusion!

Kaliedoscopes make magic with light, color and mirrors.It is a viewing tube with an eyepiece at one end. On the other end, there is an object case containing fragments of rock, minerals, gemstones, beads, glass shell, metal and other trinkets. Inside, are mirrors used to reflect the objects as the tube is turned. No one turn of picture on the kaleidoscope is repeated. Any slight turn of the object case and the pattern shifts to something new. Always falling, jumping and turning are new contrasts and combinations. That is what makes a kaleidoscope so unique. 

My life seems like a big kaleidoscope. Life has and still is emptying into my object case bits and pieces of fragments that really seem meaningless.  Sometimes they don't look beautiful. At best, they are a conglomeration of fragments.

My life is filled with what I think should be beginnings and endings. It seems like that would be a pretty straight line. But God creatively takes me on detours and allows me to come to a stop at dead ends. How tried I can become literally when a planned two hour trip gets interrupted by an hour long delay on the Interstate.

It is amazing to me when my accomplishments are interlaced with failure, that God will take all of it and dump it into my object box and with His big eye, give it a turn. He takes life and death and makes a "blessed be the name of the Lord" combination. The delightful moments of time give bursts of brightness and light. My disappointments add perspective by downward spirals. My confusing moments give complimentary loops to the picture.

There is no straight line in a kaleidoscope. All I can see is a beautiful combination of twists and turns. I don't even try to make sense of it. I just stand amazed at the picture God has created  from my ways with His eyes.

I daily have some fragments of gems added into my object case. I recently experienced a week where I was blessed with smiles and cuddles with my youngest granddaughter.  I enjoyed the giggles of the two year old. I watched my tweens burst into butterflies. I observed strong character in my teenage grandchildren. Though I'm not a big technology expert or promoter, I'm grateful that I can communicate  my love to my long distance children daily if I wish. I am living in a home where I have love and affirmation surrounding me. This week, I connected in some way with my siblings; we still love each other and hold no grudges! I met with fellow believers and was lifted up by their fellowship and testimony.  I have the Word of God at my fingertips.

And then life hands me some negatives like a couple of restless nights, sickness in the household and the hot water heater unexpectedly dying this week. Toss those rocks in with the gems and it seems the picture would be dulled a bit.  But you know what? I took a look at my kaleidoscope today. It's still wonderfully alive with color and movement!  Just as beautiful as ever! God is putting His eye to the viewfinder and still turning it at His will and placing those mirrors in just the right places to reflect an amazing picture!

Sing Anyway

Proverbs 28:12. "When the righteous men do rejoice, there is great glory."

I just returned from a meeting where the people love to sing. They believe in Holy Spirit leadership in their services, so each is free to select a hymn for all to sing, or if inspired, you are free to give a special presentation of song.  I love the preached Word, but I also am very inspired by song.

I came home feeling "great glory" as the Proverb says. Or in other words,I have experienced great beauty. There is no blessing like that of listening to beautiful harmony of song.  My emotions reach out to embrace it. That is why it is so important that the songs be positive and uplifting lyrics. I am very moved by music.

I have been in a singing family all of my life. My siblings and I sometimes accompanied my father's evangelism travels with song. My mother taught us the technique of four part harmony and the love of expressing it. I married into a singing family and as we blended our passion for music, we likewise instilled in our children the blessing of sharing the gift of song.

I never thought I would "hang my harp on a willow tree". I never intended to. However, after some time of heartache and hard times, I realized I wasn't singing. I could still be blessed by others singing, but the joy of  harmony in song on a personal level was not there.  I missed it and really worried that it would ever return.  It seemed that the lack of expression in song was a void that was more often being filled with depression and fear. That alarmed me!

Emory Austin said, " Some days there won't be a song in your heart. Sing anyway".

So I began to ask God to help me to reach up and take my harp in hand. I'll never forget the day that He spoke to me and told me it was time to strike up harmony with my voice again. It was an audible command to me and I was scared to not obey. I have since experienced a restoration of beauty and glory in my life.  Healing began in my emotions. I have wondered how I survived without this gift He gave me. It's like I wrapped it back up and put it away and then He gently placed it back into my hands.

I came home from this ten day fellowship with so much blessing. When I was analyzing the benefit of my attendance, I was greatly blessed by the pulpit instruction of God's Word. But this was the year that the blessing of song was of greater benefit, I believe.  My heart and voice were so in tune. But the melody continues, and I have a song even though I am no longer in the presence of my singing friends. I am feeling " great glory" today, because I choose to rejoice! I am alone and I am singing.

The Heart of the King

Proverbs 21:11: "The King's heart is in the hand of the Lord, as the rivers of water: he turns it wherever he will."
It certainly looks and feels like I am living in a country where the Lord's hand has passed over. I am overwhelmed by the evil lurking behind every new law and scared of what is coming. It seems there is corruptness everywhere I look, and I can't trust the heart of the nation's leaders to get back on the right road.

The Proverbs selection I chose is comparing the heart of the king to a garden. The Eastern culture planted their gardens in divided plots of ground in terraces. Each plot had a ridge of earth around it. All the gardens were watered by irrigation and the husbandman chose when to let the water into the plot by pulling away a small portion of the dirt wall. The garden's growth was dependent upon the gardener's timing of when to release the water. He was the Master of the garden plot; it was his design.

Just so, I am reminded again, of the big God who still sits on His throne with the earth as His footstool. He is still in charge of His created world,  and can command any change He wants for mankind. I also know His ways are not ours.

It's so easy to quote prophecy of end times, criticize the laws and government, express a voice on the media's forum provided to vent, and watch the downhill slide of government, leaders and seemingly the lives of all of us! Some time ago, I decided there has to be a better way to cope and survive this tumultuous time!

Another scripture came to mind.  II Chronicles 7:14: "If my people, who are called by my name, shall humble themselves and pray,  and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sins and will heal their lands." Instead of thinking that I can make such a big difference by simply expressing my political views (and there is a place for that), shouldn't I be doing more praying?

More specifically, I Timothy 2:1-2 says " I exhort therefore, that first of all, supplications, prayers, intercession  and giving of thanks be made for all men, for kings and for all that are in authority,  that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life. " I am not political by nature but I realize that I must be aware of how to pray for my present peaceful life and that of my posterity.

The biblical instructions are pretty specific.  Get rid of the proud, know it all approach to solving the country's problems.  I must fall on my knees with some confession that I really am scared and clueless in myself, and begin to pray! Not just any prayer: but a II Timothy 2 prayer. Use supplications (asking and begging earnestly and humbly). Do some intercessing (pleading for the needs of another person).

The last part of that passage says with "giving of thanks"!  What a greedy and thankless person I can be! I am part of a world that can sit back and selfishly live with an over abundance of food and clothing, living in big houses with too much luxury and dare to complain about what looks like the risk of my future lifestyle!  The one most important thing I often forget and seldom do is pray the right kind of prayer.

So I did a reality check. How much time do I spend on my knees praying for my country and my leaders? Have I ever mentioned my President's name in prayer and asked the Lord to visit him with dreams and visions to change his heart?  Do I care enough to mention the evil things surrounding me in specifics and tearfully petition God to bring conviction on the leader's hearts. Couldn't I write down the names of the judges who are approving the evil laws, and bring them personally to God?

And remember for any request I bring before Him, He will be a whole lot more attentive if I am living humbly and gratefully. I believe that I must cease complaining and voicing negative comments and switch to supplications and intercessions to the One who can really make a difference!

At Risk

Proverbs 5:7 "Be not wise in thine own eyes.."

This week I've been thinking about seasons of my life. I've phased through a lot of them and looking back, I wander how I ever got through them. I'm a fairly confident person, but I can remember in many new phases of my womanhood, feeling scared and very unsure of what I was supposed to be doing.

I am cautioned in Proverbs to not be unwise and to not be too sure of myself.  Wisdom is defined as the quality of having experience or knowledge,  your actions being sound because of that knowledge or wisdom. 

Life seems to be unending phases of new ground. I believe God endowed me with common sense ,a measure of knowledge, and an abundance of adaptability when He created me. That still doesn't cause me to always understand how to handle life and its frequent changes.

I am convinced that when women face uncharted seas, we are "At Risk" to some degree.  Being emotional by nature,  we tend to live in uncertainty, because we don't have experience and knowledge for every situation. How can we then be wise? I'm thinking it may come by the hand of the experienced and knowledgeable passing it on to those that are learning. All of us will, at some point, be on the learning or giving end of experience and knowledge.

In my living, loving and teaching, I have discovered that I really need my family, friends and peers. I'm now experiencing probably one if the last phases of my life: aging...I've never been there. Im unsure of what is expected of me. What I do know is that I treasure the wisdom and advice of those I respect and love.

I have some beautiful granddaughters and Sunday School students who are going through the throes of adolescence and who have experienced the " rite of passage" into womanhood. I am observing their questions, reactions and insecurities and remembering.... oh how I remember! I felt ugly, awkward and all around embarrassed at that age. I recall the tears and talks with my daughters...what a merry go round of emotions!  I don't think a girl in that season of life feels prepared at all !  What I do know is that they need lots of assurance and hugs from others. They crave verbal acceptance and unconditional love. And, I, who now have the cherished experience and knowledge,  can do my best to hand out compliments, hugs and hope! I clearly see the "At Risk" and  "Help!" sign hanging around their neck and want to reach out in prayer and love and try to protect them.

I also remember the wildness of falling in love. What a turbulent ride trying to decide if he was a "til death do us part" choice.  One minute I was so sure, the next dealing with issues that caused questions.  But my experience tells me that there are some things I can pass on to my " falling in love" friends.  My caution and progressive committment to God at that "At Risk" time lets me appreciatively look back on some giant spiritual steps I made in those days.  When I see that priceless look on the face of a young lady making those choices,  I remember and I pray and again I hug them. Its a risky road, well travelled,  but has a lot of success stories. They need to see and know about them.

My youngest daughter is living her dream of marriage and babies!  She has two wonderful bundles of fun, 18 months apart, and thus also a lot of work!  As a mom, amidst all the funny stories and hilarious captured memories on camera, that she passes on to me, I'm hearing her sighs, seeing the circles under her eyes and knowing her unspoken questions of like "Can I really do this?" And " How did you survive? " As that "perfect"!! mom who didn't know the answers when mine were small either, I put my arms around my "At Risk" daughter and assure her that she's a great mom, doing a great job! I tell her that I did it;  she can ,too! I pray for wise answers to frantic questions she does voice to me and she is a big part of many prayers for young mothers who didn't know there would be so many sleepless nights and so much sacrifice involved. They had no idea that some days you would trade about anything for just few minutes of quiet and peace and blessed calmness of spirit! They need to be assured,  though they already know in their head, that it's worth it. They need to know I care enough to take a meal, or babysit or just listen.

I am watching my two other daughters and daughter-in-law phase out of the diapers and dependency of their children and go into the challenging years of living with teens and pre-teens who want no input about how to dress and also who feel they are quite equipped with answers to life! I see the parents
often doing flashbacks to their years in that time and I smile when I see their confusion. I've heard comments like" I don't remember acting like that! "Or maybe they do remember; and they're scrambling for answers they can't seem to pull up! I like to tell them the story about me when they were teenagers.  I had heard so many horror stories about raising teenagers, I was franticly trying to find a plan! I was asking
advice, searching and seeking!  One of my dear friends
told me, " Relax, it's not as bad as people make it out
to be. It's just another phase of life. No worse than
the toddler years.. Just a different approach."  I took
heart, and sure enough, I survived!  Oh, I had some tough times feeling incompetent, as a mom, but I plowed right through those years with the help of their dad, who was always there to help balance out the struggles. And, oh,the prayers! They were a constant stream of pleas!  So my answer to these "At Risk" moms is a big hug and a "Hang in there!" When I see my "girls" being so patient and either coaxing a smile or firmly passing out corrective discipline to my sweet, moody teenage grands, I'm so proud of them..they have far surpassed me with technique!

I have nothing but admiration for single moms and widows! Experience has taught me they need lots of hugs. That is one thing they miss the most! Neither do they experience companionship and closeness of the most cherished of relationships. This is probably one of the most " high risk" times in a woman's life because she doesn't have a lot of experienced friends and she certainly doesn't have experience herself,  because this time in her life was unexpected and she was very unprepared.  I haven't experienced it, but I am involved with those who are. Their biggest risk is introverting and shutting others out. They really try to suffer alone and not be a burden to others. But they feel the demands of the public to act normal, smile and be happy. They want to do that,  but the process of getting through this phase of life can be very lonely and difficult. Circumstances and memories will overwhelm them. I admit, I feel inadequate to say and do the right thing, but always, a little gift of time or conversation, a good hug and  an "I care", do give them a boost!  Don't forget that the burden of taking care of these  dear ladies was given to her family and then to the church. We have a duty and responsibility to them.

I am just past what is called a "mid-life crises! In my case, it was rightly named...it was all of a crises!  I can only say that it was the loyalty of those who loved me and my faithful friends who prayed, listened and stood in the gap for me, that helped me to survive. This phase of my life has many unpleasant memories. I had months of living in the "At Risk" zone! My present victory and joy is  in the fact that I am so glad to be through it and that I can offer hope and survival to others  going through this very difficult time in their lives ,through Jesus Christ!

I love older ladies!  I have some very dear friends who have also prayed for me and given me loads of hugs and bucketfuls of encouragement! I see their feebleness and their handicaps,  and I want to hold on to them!  They were my mentors and I still need them! But I am drawing strength from their last phase of life. They are  still being such courageous examples to me. What a legacy for me as I transition into this phase of my life! I'd like to think that the days of living "At Risk" are over. But I see my old friends still needing that hug, looking forward to a phone call, and cherishing a long visit!  They have so much wisdom, experience and knowledge.   I want to soak it up so I can pass it on! But they tell me they still struggle with insecurities and feelings of inadequacy.  That's when I realise that
we will all forever need hugs, words of encouragement and lots of prayers!

Unalienable Rights

PROVERBS 14:34  "Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people."

"We hold these truths to be self evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of happiness."

The group of American patriots who signed The Declaration of Independence was creating and signing a document that to them was a religious declaration of the rights that God had bestowed on men. By definition, these rights could not be sold, transferred, or surrendered. They were an entitlement of God as long as they weren't infringing upon the rights of others. In other words, they were wanting the right to live and pursue a good life by making their own choices based upon how the Bible instructed them to do it.

The key to that Declaration was that they recognized that they had a Creator and He had some guidelines for the creation He had designed. It was to be a spiritual and righteous creation and He had already accomplished a Plan to keep them from the destruction of sin.

Funny how the modern definition of "rights" is completely different than a definition I read of from 1828 in the Noah Webster Dictionary.  Rights: "confirmity to the will of God or to His law: the perfect standard of truth and justice. In the literal sense, right is a straight line and wrong is a crooked one. Right, therefore,  is a perfect rectitude or straightness, and perfect rectitude is found only in an infinite Being and His will." Rights also elude to virtue, morality, integrity, honesty and decency.

As we were riding home last evening, now unceremoniously called the fourth  of July, we were surrounded by fireworks on every side for the better part of an hour. It was magnificent and seemed that everyone was celebrating something elaborately!  I wondered if people really thought much about what the day stood for and what kind of foundation our country had really been built on.

It is true,  we all want our rights. It sounds good. We want the liberty to pursue our idea of a happy life.  But the application of unalienable(God-given rights) has been redefined. We have mistakenly interchanged the word "unalienable" with "inalienable". It is acceptable to do so in modern language.  Inalienable rights are those rights that can be exchanged,  sold or surrendered.

Isn't it sad to see what we as a nation and society have given up?  The value of our unalienable rights have been ignored.  They are still there, but shelved. The government and media are now engaged in a daily effort to find and prove what are the rights of an anti-God society. They are trying to prove that the Declaration of Independence written all those years ago was written for a nation of people who no longer have a standard. We cannot confirm to a standard that has been discarded.

The danger is that we as God honoring citizens of a country founded on God's Word,  not buy into a new standard of truth to live by.

As another Independence Day goes by, I have seriously analyzed my value system. Is it founded in God's Word,  Do I still see His standard in marriage, family, roles of man and woman, moral issues? It is so easy to set the standards by what we are surrounded by, yet the Word of God has not changed. True Freedom can only be achieved by the only signed and sealed Declaration of our Independence, The Word of God!

My little Glory boy

My little Glory girl