Month: May 2016

Encouragement for the Weary

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Commitment means not giving up even when we are weary.
Commitment means not giving up even when we are weary.

Last weekend, I finally planted some tomato plants as well as a few okra plants. I also planted some herbs around the edges of my raised beds in hopes of foiling the very bold and always hungry deer, who are only too happy to jump my fence to get to my plants. Deer won’t eat herbs; so we will see how it all works out.

I planted some annuals too, all very lovingly and looking forward to watching it all take root. I even found myself saying a prayer for  protection over my tender new plants.

I came home from work yesterday and watered everything. There was a fabulous breeze. It’s always so exciting planting something new. I was saying a prayer of thanks for the beautiful day and the growing plants when I was reminded that it’s always great in the beginning.

At the beginning of the growing season, I can’t wait to get outside to check on the progress of fresh life. I look forward to watering and nurturing what I planted with my own hands.

The weather is so nice in the beginning, but as the season wears on, I get weary. As May turns to June, it gets hot and by July, it’s scorching. In July, I dread going outside to water because it doesn’t matter whether it’s 8:00 in the morning or in the evening, it’s scorching hot.

Then there’s the pests. By July, some sort of insect will be attacking my plants. Everything from white flies to tomato worms will be interested in destroying what I worked hard to grow. It’s a never-ending struggle and I get weary. But, I won’t give up.

I won’t give up because I am committed to protect and nurture what I have planted even when it’s not always fun.

I am reminded of other things in life that deserve the same commitment even when we get weary. Exercise plans are always exciting in the beginning. New eating plans are exciting in the beginning. New jobs are usually exciting. New relationships are exciting too. New church memberships and new Bible studies and prayer plans are also exciting in the beginning.

When something is new, it’s easy to get on board. It’s fresh. It’s exciting. Making a commitment in the beginning of anything is a piece of cake. The work doesn’t even feel like work and we are happy and grateful for a while. Then, as the season wears on, we get weary, just like I feel about watering and fighting pests in July.

But, when we feel weary, we need to pray and lean into Jesus. Commitment has nothing to do with feelings. Commitment is a promise and when we are doing God’s work, there is help. The Bible tells us that the Holy Spirit knows how to pray for us when we don’t even know what to pray.

The Bible also tells us, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.” Galatians 6:9 That goes for harvests way more important than tomatoes and okra.

Sometimes we need a break. Sometimes we need rest, but giving up on what God has planted in us and for us shouldn’t be an option.

A cool breeze reminded me today. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Backseat Reflections

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What would our lives look like if we let Jesus drive?
What would our lives look like if we let Jesus drive?

My family drove to my parents’ house to celebrate Mother’s Day. The drive takes about and hour-and-a-half. It was a beautiful day, so we decided to take the top off of my hubby’s Jeep.

It was a nice drive down. Being in the front passenger’s side, I was in charge of navigating the radio. I answered to my two teens in the back. Every now and then, I would almost lose my hat, so I had to be mindful of how I held my head.

When we arrived, my very tall son,who was seated behind my hubby, made the comment that his knees were almost under his chin and that we had grown too big as a family, to travel in the Jeep. I laughed. He was crammed in there. Being the shortest in my family, and I’m still not sure how or when that happened, I agreed to ride in the backseat on the trip home.

I learned very quickly, that keeping my hat was going to be an ongoing struggle, so I abandoned it and put it in the floor. My hair kind of blew around my face and I was reminded of boat rides as a kid. I also learned very quickly that I was no longer in charge of the radio and the sun was too bright to fiddle with my cell phone.

For an entire hour-and-a-half, all I had to do was just ride. I had zero responsibility and it was incredibly freeing. I would catch a whiff of jasmine in some spots and honeysuckle in others. I marveled at how blue the sky was and how warm the sun felt on my skin. I observed how green the grass had become and I realized that there are a lot of cows on our route.

None of those things were new or spectacular, but they are observations I would have missed if I hadn’t been in the backseat. They were observations I would have missed if I had been driving or in charge of navigating.

As I said a quiet prayer of thanks for the beauty around me and the wonder that is God, I felt a gentle nudge telling me that the wonder is always available, but I choose to forfeit it when I fight for control. When I worry and fret about the little things and even the big things in life, I miss the wonder. When I feel like I have to fix everything, I miss the beauty. When I feel like I have to say yes to everything and take on way more than I can handle, I surrender peace to chaos.

I was reminded that there is another way. I can choose to let Jesus drive. I can trust that He knows the right path. I can accept that He doesn’t need a navigator; He wants someone who is willing to go along for the ride. He wants someone who can appreciate the wonder along the way and someone who trusts that even in the darkest times, that He’s still in the driver’s seat. He wants someone who has faith that He will get us where we need to go and that He never gets lost.

A ride in the backseat reminded me. Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Mother’s Day Musings

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Let's give thanks for all of the mothers and grandmothers out there.
Let’s give thanks for all of the mothers and grandmothers out there.

This Sunday is Mother’s Day. It’s a day where American consumerism runs wild. We are encouraged to take our mothers everywhere from a nice brunch to a spa. Some commercials even suggest that if we really loved our mom, we would buy her jewelry.

I love that a day is set aside to honor mothers. I don’t like that it’s just a reason to go and buy stuff. I suspect that most mothers would love to have a day spent with their children and grandchildren. (That’s older mamas; younger ones, with itty-bitties at home, would probably give anything for a day off!) I also hold close to my heart and keep in my prayers, those women who have lost children and anyone who has lost their mother. It can be a tough day for those people.

I feel like the hearts of all mothers are close to God’s heart. We see over and over in the Bible how God blessed women with children that they desperately wanted. From Sarah, to Hannah, to young Mary, mamas in the Bible, like mamas today, saw their children as a blessing.

I am always moved to tears when Jesus, who was dying on the cross, asked John to take care of Mary. He clearly loved His mother.

I am also amazed and comforted by the fact that God finds ways to provide for those women who have lost children. Naomi lost both of her sons, yet her daughter-in-law Ruth, refused to leave her. She stayed with her and became her daughter. After listening to her wise advice, she married Boaz, Naomi’s relative, and Naomi got grandchildren after all.

God always finds ways to bless those who love, obey and trust Him, in often, unexpected ways.

Consequently, Ruth became the great, great, great, great grandmother of Jesus. Yes, ladies, our influence on the young women around us, matters.

Most of us who have lived a little while know that mothers and grandmothers don’t necessarily have to be related by blood. There are countless people who would be happy to share their personal stories of women stepping into the role of grandmother or mother and influencing and changing their lives. I have a several I could name who were surrogate grandmothers for me.

Paul tells young Timothy in, 2 Timothy 1:5, “I am reminded of your sincere faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice and now, I am sure, dwells in you as well.”

Does the faith of mamas and grandmamas influence their children and grandchildren? Absolutely. It could probably be argued that one of the greatest contributions we could make to the world today, is raising kind, honest, hardworking human beings, who love Jesus.

So, let’s take Sunday and say a special prayer. Let’s give thanks for our own mothers and grandmothers whether they are still with us or waiting for us in Heaven. Let’s pray for comfort and healing for those who are mourning.

Let’s also remember that we all have the ability to mother and mentor a lost child of God that may be hurting. Let’s pray that He will give us wisdom to see those who might need a dose of our faith. As long as we are living, we can keep on mothering. It’s one of those professions that time makes us better and better at.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Unexpected Places and Faces

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God often shows up in the most unexpected places and faces.
God often shows up in the most unexpected places and faces.

Yesterday was a long day for me. It was only Wednesday, but I had something to do everyday after work. I was truly exhausted and I knew I needed to go and buy groceries because the cupboard was literally bare.

I checked my e-mail right before leaving school and I had a notification from UPS, that the Vacation Bible School supplies I ordered had been dropped off at the back door of our church. People are not consistently there during the day, so I really needed to go and get them. Sigh.

I had prayed that morning for God to show me His face and to help me to be the face of Jesus for others. But, it had been a long not particularly inspiring day. Nothing bad had happened, but nothing great had happened either and I make it my business to search for the good.

I drove to the church, fiddling with the radio, finding nothing I wanted to listen to and being kind of annoyed in general. When I arrived, the package wasn’t at the first door I came to, Uhoh, I hoped it hadn’t been taken. When I got to the other side of the church, there were workmen there, installing a brand new sidewalk and I spied the packages I had come for.

When I got out of the car, I told one of the men how great the sidewalk looked. He thanked me. I told them that VBS had arrived and I pointed to the boxes by the door.

Then, I went to pick up one of the boxes. When I went for a second load, one of the men had stopped what he was doing, picked up the biggest, heaviest box, and followed me to my car. He asked me where to put it.

I gave him a weary smile and thanked him from the bottom of my heart. He told me I was welcome and went back to work.

It seemed like a simple exchange, just a simple kindness, but I knew it was more. When I ask God to show me His face, a lesson I learned from Vacation Bible School through the “God Sightings” challenge, and no, I didn’t miss the irony here; He always does in some unexpected way.

I waited all day long to see a glimpse of grace a glimpse of Jesus, and God saved it for the very end of the day when I was weariest and needed it the most. He sent me a helping hand and a kind smile from a stranger, loading up Vacation Bible School supplies of all things.

I don’t know why I was surprised. That’s usually His way, to show up when I don’t feel that I can take one more step.

I said a prayer of thanks on my drive home and vowed to share

Grace can come in the most unexpected places and faces. May we open our eyes and hearts to see it and may we open our arms and hearts to the world around us, and be it.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

The Blessing of Receiving

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Sandy reminds me that there's a blessing in both giving and receiving.
Sandy reminds me that there’s a blessing in both giving and receiving.

Yesterday morning when my dog Sandy, came in from his morning business break, he was desperately trying to get something out of his fur. It was still dark outside, so I brought him into the light for a closer look. He had gotten into a sticky weed with tiny little seed pods that were stuck in his fur.

He patiently waited for me to get it out. Sandy gets different things in his fur depending on the season and he requires different levels of assistance. Sometimes it’s just leaves that require some extra brushing before he comes back into the house.

In this case, the little seeds were stuck pretty well in his fur and it took some effort to get them out. He didn’t mind. He knows he feels better after I help him.

Later on, he was gnawing on his paw and I knew that he had something wedged in it. I asked him to give me his foot. He hesitated at first. He really doesn’t like for me to handle his feet for some reason, but he eventually relented and like many times before, I found something lodged between the pads of his feet. After I gently cut it out, he was a new dog.

He pranced around and wagged his tail and asked for a treat. Life was good for him again because he accepted my help.

I thought about Sandy as I went about my day. I thought about how in different seasons he requires different levels of help to keep him happy, comfortable and healthy. I thought about how, for the most part, he trusts me enough to let me help him.

I thought about how sometimes dogs can be wiser than their humans.

We all need help sometimes, because we all go through rough seasons. There may be many seasons where we sail along without a worry in the world, but eventually, if we live long enough, we all endure hardships of some type. That’s when we need to feel like we can ask those who God has placed closest to us in our lives, for help.

That’s also when many of us fail. Personally, I’m more than happy to serve others. I like to help, but I’m reluctant to ask for help. And when I really think about it, that goes for me physically and spiritually. I’m ready and willing to pray for anyone who asks, but I don’t like to ask for prayers for me.

Perhaps you struggle with this too. Why is that? It’s not like I don’t need them or wouldn’t appreciate them.

The truth is, when we refuse to allow or ask others to help us or pray for us, we are robbing them of a blessing. Don’t we feel Jesus in our hearts when we serve others? Isn’t that a special connection to God? Don’t the people in our lives who we hold dear deserve that same blessing?

Isn’t Christian love supposed to be two-sided? Sandy’s fur incident reminded the importance of asking others for help when we need it. It reminded me that we are blessed when we give and when we receive. In the end, we need to do both.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy

The Wisdom of Waiting

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Learning to wait can teach us patience and lead us to peace.
Learning to wait can teach us patience and lead us to peace.

When I was a kid, my mama used to drive a van load of us to Six Flags every summer. Sometimes we even went twice. We looked forward to it every year and I was so excited about it the night before, I could hardly sleep.

It was a two hour drive from our house to Atlanta and it seemed to take forever to get there. When we finally arrived, we had a system. We hit each ride in order, so we didn’t miss any. We didn’t skip any even if there was a line.

In fact, if there was a long line, Mama would suggest we get a snack or a drink to consume while we waited. It never occurred to us to skip a ride because we had to wait. Due to the fact that we always brought a load of some of our most favorite people in the world with us, we had people to talk to in line. Besides, for the most part, the lines got us out of the Georgia summer heat.

The rides were usually worth the wait.

But, people don’t like to wait. These days, at Six Flags, you can pay extra, on top of your already expensive ticket and avoid waiting in lines, by purchasing a Fast Pass. You get to go to the front. Since we don’t like to wait on anything, Six Flags will help all of those impatient people out, for a fee.

The entire idea of refusing to wait in a line at an amusement park, baffles me. I remember my friends and I as teens, always looking out for cute boys in the queue lines. Those lines were also a way to get a quick break. I never considered waiting for a ride to be a bad thing.

I’m not sure the fast movement has been very beneficial for us. Fast food has made us obese. Fast meals have also done away with family time around the table, where everyone talks about their day. Driving fast will get us a speeding ticket. Jumping in an out of relationships too quickly, brings us nothing, but heartache. The list goes on.

God’s way is a different way. The Bible teaches us that waiting is not a bad thing. It builds, patience, faith, trust and character. Jacob waited for fourteen years to marry Rachael. It was thirteen years from when Joseph was sold into slavery and when he was finally set free. Jesus endured forty days and nights of temptation from Satan in the wilderness before he finally left him alone.

There are times in our lives when we are called to wait on God’s timing and it’s usually timing that we don’t understand. If we never have to wait on the little things along the way, like waiting for a ride at an amusement park, or for a cake to bake, can we possibly have the patience or perseverance when we need it?

And often times there’s rest in the waiting, and there’s fellowship and there’s grace. There’s really no way to know what we might miss if we always refuse to wait.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Pick Up Your Mat

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True change occurs when we decide to follow Jesus.
True change occurs when we decide to follow Jesus.

Yesterday, our sermon was about the man found lying on a mat in John, chapter five. He had been sick for 38 years when Jesus just happened to walk by him. For all of those years, this man had been hanging out at the pool of Bethesda, where the story was that an angel would stir the water from time to time and the first person in, would be healed.

Our pastor pointed out that after 38 years of trying the same thing, one would think he might look to a different avenue of healing. Was his plan to try for the same cure indefinitely?

I never really thought about it that way. He also pointed out that when Jesus asked him if he wanted to get well, the man gave excuses why he couldn’t. Hmmm, does that sound familiar to those of us living in modern times?

We know that diabetes is an epidemic, yet we add sugar to everything. We know that smoking causes lung cancer, emphysema and leads to heart attacks, yet we smoke. We know that drinking too much alcohol leads to hangovers, yet we drink too much. We know that not exercising leads to weight gain and bone loss, yet we don’t exercise.

Don’t we want to be healthy? Don’t we want to feel good? Why then, do we continue to participate in behaviors that harm our health?  Why would we expect a different outcome when we continue to participate in destructive behaviors?

What about our spiritual health? How often have we heard someone say or said ourselves that we wish we knew the Bible better, yet we never try to read it? How about that we wish our faith was stronger, but we only attend worship services a few times a year and only pray when our lives hit rock bottom?

Don’t we want to get better, to feel better, to be better?

Seems that we have a lot in common with the man who had been sick for 38 years. Like him, we are usually really good at coming up with excuses and often, like him, we are simply following the crowd. Everyone believed that healing would come from that pool, so everyone went there, yet few people were truly healed there. Why did so many people stay?

Interestingly, Jesus didn’t care about his excuses. He didn’t reason with him. He didn’t cut him off. He offered him another way. Jesus told him to, “Stand up, pick up your mat and walk!” John 5:8

And at last the man was healed, because he was obedient to Jesus. Jesus told him to stand up and get going and he did. Just like that, the man’s life was changed forever.

I suppose the question for us is what areas in our lives need healing or need to change for us to be well? Have we been doing the same thing for as long as we can remember, but still expect change?

This story reminds us that Jesus calls us to something different. He calls us to listen to Him, to obey Him, to trust Him and then to pick up our mats, or whatever crutch we may be using and get going.

What will your answer be?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂