River Wisdom

You can learn a lot from a river.
You can learn a lot from a river.

On a recent trip with my family, we went tubing on a section of the Chattahoochee River in Helen, Georgia. Notice I said tubing and not rafting. Rafting is fast and kind of wild. It often requires a guide of some sort. You have to wear a life jacket and a helmet. It can be dangerous. That’s a little too much adventure for this gal.

Now, tubing, requires me to sit in an inner tube, with a bottom, and float. That’s it. That’s my idea of an ideal way to spend a few hours on a summer afternoon.

It was kind of crowded and I got separated from my family, so I had a lot of time to reflect. I learned a lot from tubing down that river.

First of all, I had no way to steer, so for the most part, I was at the mercy off the current. When I was getting too close to the bank, I would lean forward and use my arms to frantically paddle back into the main stream.

The banks were kind of scary. There were lots of nooks and crannies for snakes to hide. Every now and then, no matter how hard I tried, I ended up at the banks. Sometimes it was because I was pushed over that way by another tuber. Sometimes it was because the current pushed me that way. Sometimes it was because I wasn’t paying attention.

Whatever the reason, I tried to stay off of the banks. But, sometimes I wound up there.

Life is like that sometimes. No matter how hard we try to stay on course, on the right path, we get knocked off. Sometimes we end up on the banks with the snakes because of our own bad choices. Sometimes we get pushed there by somebody else. Sometimes we end up there through no fault of our own.

But, the beauty of being a Christian is that we never walk alone. We walk with Jesus. Thanks to grace, when we find ourselves on the metaphorical banks, we can pray and paddle and have faith that eventually, we will end up back where we need to be.

The second lesson I learned is that the river was full of people of all ages, shapes, sizes and backgrounds. Yet, we were all headed in the same direction. We often bumped into each other. Sometimes people apologized and smiled and sometimes people acted annoyed. Each reaction was a choice.

We have that same choice in everyday life. If we choose to leave our houses and participate in community of any kind, people will bump into us. Whether they do it on purpose or by accident, our reaction to their action is a choice. We can always choose anger or we can choose to let it go and not to take it personally.

When our eyes are set on God, what people do, no longer matters as much.

The final thing that stayed with me, was the opportunity to help others, is always close. I witnessed a little boy fall off of his tube. He was tethered to his brother and he was wearing a life jacket. He was not in any real danger, but he was panicked.

I had the choice to paddle over and offer help or to float on by. I felt led to help and so I did.

I wonder how often I miss that call. How often I’m I focused on my own journey, my own plans and miss the call to help others. That day, I was quiet and watchful. How many times am I self-consumed?

I left that river a little wiser. I was reminded of the importance of faith, focus, and loving our neighbors. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

 

The Master of Preparation

Prep work may be boring, but it's so very necessary.
Prep work may be boring, but it’s so very necessary.

Last week on our Salkehatchie mission trip, when it the time came to paint Miss Annie’s house, we had to do some prep work. Her front porch was screened and if we didn’t cover the screen with some sort of protection, the brand new paint would have dripped on it and ruined it.

Our best intentions would have caused damage.

Some of the teens got a little impatient with all of the taping and cutting and hanging. It took some time. They just wanted to paint, but those of us who were older and hopefully wiser, insisted that we get the porch covered before we painted. I am happy to report that not one drop of paint got on her screen.

Our painting prep project reminds me about the massive amount of prep work that went into the entire experience last week. I have thought about all of our lunches and dinners that our director Amy, set up for us through different churches, and one town hall. I have thought of the many hands that prepared each meal for complete strangers, simply because we were helping members of their community, members many of them didn’t even know.

I have thought about our breakfast angels who got up at the crack of dawn every morning to prepare and serve us breakfast with a smile. They had to plan for a week’s worth of breakfasts for a lot of people. We wouldn’t have been very productive if they hadn’t done all of the work way ahead of time. A pop tart wouldn’t have kept tummies full for very long. Those ladies did a bunch of prep work.

I have thought of the site leaders who had to plan in advance for the materials we needed to work on the homes. They had them delivered to the work site so we were ready to go on Monday morning. Because of the prep work, the teams were able to immediately get to work and bonds and relationships were quickly formed.

I have thought about the Holy Spirit at work and how each person there was either personally convicted to come or their parents had been convicted to send them. There were a few who didn’t come by choice and didn’t really want to be there. But, by Friday, each oneΒ of them said they would be back the next year.

God knew where they needed to be and He prepared their hearts along the way, for something magnificent. They didn’t miss it.

I have thought about my own family and our convoluted story of how we ended up there and how God was preparing three years ago, for my entire family to attend this year.

Our Salkehatchie trip literally takes my breath away when I think about all of the prep work God did through so many people, to make it happen.

Ephesians 2:10 keeps coming to mind. “For we are God’s workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”

God is definitely the Master of preparation. He really does have a plan. I can’t wait to see what He will do next year.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

Witnessing Everyday Miracles

We often pass over everyday miracles because we fail to look closely.
We often miss everyday miracles because we fail to look closely.

On Thursday of our mission trip, our work site finished up. It was early. There are normally small tasks to do until the very last minute. But, this year, we got it done early. Our site leader shook his head and said it was a first for him in his many years, like twenty-plus, in working at Salkehatchie camps.

The two men with big trucks and trailers had a discussion of whether or not they should go ahead and pull their trailers out or wait until the next day when we returned to place our cross in the yard. They went back and forth, but eventually decided to go ahead and break everything down and pull them out.

As a bonus, they dropped them off at the church and took the entire crew out for milkshakes. We were all thrilled. Later, after we got showers and got ready to go to dinner, a storm rolled in. We were thankful that we weren’t caught out in it and didn’t think too much of it, initially.

Right before we left the church to go to dinner, our homeowner, Miss Annie, called our camp director, going on and on, about how lucky we were that we had pulled our trailers out. Apparently, the storm that came through at her house had taken down a huge limb right where one of our trailers had been parked and the wind had turned over our porta potty.

On our drive to dinner, I shared the information with the group of teens in my car. The younger ones riding in the back, weren’t particularly impressed. But, the eighteen- year- old, riding in the front with me, who was a veteran of Salkehatchie, and had helped out for years, got quiet a minute and grinned as the news sunk in.

He told me that in all of his years helping that he had never known a crew to pack up and pull out trailers on a Thursday and asked me wasn’t it amazing how God was at work?

I was amazed myself and also amazed at the wisdom of this teenager, but then, when we have our kids do God’s work regularly, then I suppose, we shouldn’t be surprised when they recognize Him at work too.

We stopped by the work site after dinner to see the limb. The tree had actually split and the trailer that had been underneath it all week, that was full of tools and already scheduled to work at another Salkehatchie camp in a couple of weeks, would have without a doubt, been crushed.

But, God had a plan for that trailer and its contents and for the family who I am sure desperately needs it in a couple of weeks, and so He intervened.

After seeing it, I think my doubters in the backseat were convinced as well. Miss Annie was also amazed at the protection God had provided. She told us that she knew that God was working for us.

I am still filled with awe at the miracle we got to witness. I’m so incredibly grateful that God chose to show His face in that way, to a bunch of teens, still fairly new on their faith journey, so much so, that I wanted to share it with you too.

I pray that you are amazed and moved as we were.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

The View from Our Knees

It's amazing the difference that a group of Christians can make in someone's life in five days.
It’s amazing the difference that a group of Christians can make in someone’s life in only five days.

On a recent mission trip that my family attended, we toured two houses in need of repair. My daughter and I felt drawn to one and my hubby and son felt drawn to the other. This, as it turns out, was not by accident.

This was my hubby’s and son’s first trip to a Salkehatchie mission camp and they were not particularly excited about it in the beginning. My daughter and I had talked about it regularly since the year before. Our experience had filled us with such passion for returning and helping others that we found it difficult to contain it.

It’s kind of like when people first come to know Christ and they can’t stop talking about their newfound faith. Those of us who have walked with Jesus for a long time, can find ourselves getting annoyed, if we’re not careful about it.

My hubby and son were growing a little weary of hearing about our mountain top experiences and about the amazing group of faithful servants who we not only worked with, but had come to think of as family.

I prayed all year that God would provide a way for us to return this year and that the men in my family would be as moved and inspired as my daughter and I had been.

Well, you know what they say: “When you pray for rain, you better get an umbrella….”

Orlando, the homeowner, on the work site that my hubby and son were on, had spina bifida and had spent his entire life using arm crutches. He had inherited his house from his parents, but it was badly in need of repair.

It was very dark inside. The carpet was decades old. The kitchen was a loss. There wasn’t a working toilet in the house and the house was covered in years of grime.

Orlando had been waiting for help for years and he was clearly depressed. He didn’t have much to say at all, when our group came through the first time.

But, although he thought he had been forgotten, God was at work.

In the span of five days, his life was changed. A crew came in and scrubbed everything from walls, to floors, to furniture. A new toilet and vanity were placed in his bathroom. He got a washer and dryer and new floors. His counter tops were replaced and walls were painted. He got new carpet.

My hubby headed up the carpet crew and got to spend a lot of time with Orlando. He was incredibly touched by his story. He was moved by the way that Orlando brightened up each day. He was amazed at the way Orlando took more and more pride in his home as the week went on. He was thrilled when Orlando accepted the cross necklace that he offered him.

At the end of the week, each person who attended and worked, was asked to stand up and share with everyone a symbol that demonstrated how God had shown Himself that week.

When my hubby shared his, he began by saying that he had spent the entire week on his knees, dealing with carpet. While on his knees, he saw God in every staple and every tack strip. In short, while on his knees, he saw God everywhere he looked, including in Orlando’s newfound smile.

I don’t think he could have said it any better. Perhaps we should all try it. He’s already talking about going back next year.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

A Message of Light

It's always amazing how just the smallest amount of light can dispel darkness.
It’s always amazing how just the smallest amount of light can dispel darkness.

A couple of nights ago, I had a restless night. I tossed and turned as my body desperately needed to sleep, but my mind refused to shut down. Maybe that has happened to you?

An opportunity that I had prayed about for a long time, was lying at my feet and while I was excited about it, it would require change. It represented the ending of an era and the turning of a page, all good stuff, mind you.

But, change is hard for this gal. I embrace it as much as I can, but sometimes, well, sometimes I would like for life to just freeze as it is for a while, so I can enjoy it for a little longer.

And so, sleep eluded me as my mind raced backwards and forwards. Intellectually, I knew it was all going to be fine, but my churning stomach told a different tale. When I got up at 4:00 to get a drink of water, I marveled at how dark it was outside, which matched my emotions. At 6:00, I gave up trying to sleep and went downstairs for a cup of coffee.

I pulled out my daily devotion, which at the moment, was in the Book of Acts. The reading was about Pentecost and when the Holy Spirit literally roared into action. It’s exciting stuff. It’s almost easy to forget how distraught those early Christians were at the time.

Jesus had risen from the dead. He was with them again. Good had conquered evil and all was good. The disciples were looking at their happily ever after, the end.

But, Jesus left again. This time He ascended into Heaven for all of them to see. He told them He was going. He told them that He was leaving them for a good reason, so that the Holy Spirit could come. He told them to go to Jerusalem and wait.

A group of around 120 fearfully waited and prayed, just as they were told and the Holy Spirit showed up in a huge way. They were able to speak in different languages and to heal the sick, which never could have happened if they hadn’t embraced change and the unknown, change that was likely painful for them.

The Church was born that day and all Christians have that group of obedient believers to thank.

As I was thinking about that Pentecost, I walked over to my counter to get another cup of coffee and was struck by the sunlight streaming through the trees. It had been so dark when I sat down to read my Bible, yet such a short time later, the light was dispelling the darkness and it was beautiful.

I was reminded of a favorite verse: “This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all.” 1 John 1:5

It was like a little message from Heaven that it was all going to be alright. Sometimes I need reminding that when we put our plans in God’s hands, that will always be the case. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

A Call to Thrive

She had eight different slots to choose from.
She had eight different slots to choose from.

We bought a brand new hummingbird feeder this year. I had never seen one like it. It’s a two-story with eight different slots, complete with perches, for the little hummingbirds to feed at. I was hoping at last there would be plenty of nectar and plenty of perches and the little birds would spend more of their time eating and less of their time fighting.

This guy picked the same exact slot as the other bird, even though there were seven other options.
This guy picked the same exact slot as the other bird, even though there were seven other options.

 

Alas, that was not to be the case. Nope, they continued to spend their time running the other birds away, instead of enjoying the abundance. They would squabble over the same little flower, even though there were options that offered the exact same nectar.

This isn’t the first time I’ve reflected on these aggressive little birds. When I spend much time watching them, I usually feel like God has something to teach me.

This time as I watched them, it occurred to me that in nature, the key word is survival. They don’t care about sharing or building relationships and community. They just want to have their next meal. They don’t know the first thing about thriving. They just want to survive at all costs.

I guess that’s okay, if you are a hummingbird.

But, how many people do the same?

How many of us settle for the same thing, day in and out? It’s not fabulous; but it’s familiar. We eat the same food, even though there are millions of recipes on the internet for something different. We stay at the same job even though we are bored to tears and long for something else.

We settle for mediocrity in our relationships. We choose friends who are just like us, not people who might help us grow or inspire us. We often allow our marital relationships to get super comfortable, ignoring each other most of the time. What if we turned of the television and went for a walk? What if we went outside and marveled at the wonder of the night sky?

What if we had a conversation about how we might change the world around us in some small way?

Sometimes it’s good for us to take a look around us and ask ourselves if we are thriving. We can ask things like: Are we a part of a caring community? Are we a part of a vibrant faith community? How can we make our relationships stronger? Can we exercise more and eat better? Are we living our lives to the fullest extent possible or are we just surviving?

I believe that God has called us all to a higher purpose than just getting by. I believe that He has plans for us that are beyond our imagination. To learn what they are, we have to talk to Him and then listen. We have to draw in close because sometimes He whispers. We have to be aware of His presence in the everyday.

Then, we must be willing to go, wherever He calls, knowing it may be just across our backyard, but knowing as long as we are walking with Jesus, we will be living out loud, because just surviving, is not His style.

Some hummingbirds reminded me. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

A Call to Love Like Jesus

In a show of love, compassion and solidarity, the fifth graders purchased and wore shirts to support their friend battling cancer.
In a show of love, compassion, and solidarity, the fifth graders purchased and wore shirts to support their friend battling cancer.

Yesterday I subbed in a fifth grade class on the day before the last day of school. It was a little crazy to say the least. It was also awards day and so many of the parents would be coming to see their child get an award. Oh, yeah and it was also the fifth grade cookout. The kids were pretty revved up.

The day before, they had learned that a fellow classmate, who had been out of school fighting cancer since January, would be returning for the day. They had designed a t-shirt when he was first diagnosed, and they were asked to wear it and they did. Even the kids who were all dressed up, slipped the shirt on over their outfit to show support.

Two banners were made and signed by the excited students to welcome him back.

Ironically, this same group of children had another classmate battling cancer the year before. They wore shirts designed for her too, back in fourth grade.

When the time came for the little boy to arrive, the entire fifth grade class, filed out into the pod. As he came down the ramp and saw his banner, they began clapping for him. He was grinning. He looked happy to be back. Every child gave him a high-five. His mama and daddy walked behind him. His grandparents walked behind him, capturing it all on video. His mama and grandmama cried.

Tears streamed down my face as the children, uncoached, in unison, began chanting his name. It was an incredibly moving moment and I could feel the strong presence of God, whether or not prayer is allowed in public schools.

I picture a similar scene occurring in Heaven, when we overcome obstacles that we have prayed and struggled with. I also picture a similar scene in Heaven when we finally arrive there for good.

We returned to our classrooms and then to the cafeteria for the award ceremony. It lasted about an hour and the little boy won one of the last awards. He was invited up at the end to read a letter he had written. He thanked everyone for the cards and letters when he was sick and then he thanked everyone for their prayers.

For the second time that day, I saw God in public school.

I wasn’t the least bit surprised to learn that this family believed in prayer. The love and appreciation that glowed off of them as they walked through all of those students, could have only come from Jesus.

He ended up spending the entire day with his friends as they all got ready for middle school. He played some basketball with them on the playground and seemed to really enjoy himself.

The story warmed my heart and touched me to tears all day long, reminding me that we do not require permission to make God a part of our children’s lives.

Cancer doesn’t discriminate. But, love and compassion don’t discriminate either. Jesus loves all children of all colors. All lives matter to Him, not just people of a certain color, no matter what the media may tell us.

A bunch of fifth graders and their teachers, in a small town in rural Georgia, totally got it right. Every one of those people involved got to be the face of Jesus and made Him very much a part of public school.

May they be a shining example for us all.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

A Faith Oasis

Sometimes if you want some beauty in your life, you have to be willing to do your part.
Sometimes if you want some beauty in your life, you have to be willing to do your part.

I was gazing out my window yesterday at my barren, unappealing deck. It was covered in yellow oak tassels and sticks from all of the wind we have had lately. Both tables were covered in debris as well. As I looked out there, It thought to myself that I really would like to look out there and see an oasis.

I would like to have brightly colored tables and flowers blooming in pots scattered about. Almost as soon as I thought it, a little voice popped in my head that said if I wanted an oasis, a place of beauty and rest, then I should go create it.

I pushed it to the back of my busy mind as I had a million other things to do, but I eventually found myself out there. I got my hubby’s blower and cleared of the mounds of oak crud. I took a six-pack of impatiens that I already had and dug around for some brightly colored pots I already had as well.

I cleaned off the tables and made a mental note to get some paint. It wasn’t finished, but it was a start and sometimes that’s all you need.

It occurred to me as I rolled up the hose and then the cord to the blower that we often have the ability to create an oasis of sorts in many areas of our lives.

Many of us get the importance of prayer, but we neglect to take the physical steps to create the beauty and peace that we seek. We pray for stronger or happier marriages, but we continue to treat our spouse in the same way that ended us up in the desert. We pray that our children will know Jesus and draw closer to God, yet we fail to take them to church regularly or talk to them about our faith.

We pray for a promotion, but continue to arrive a few minutes late to work and take long lunches. We pray for a better job, but don’t send out any resumes.

Many of us long for a stronger faith, but we don’t read the Bible or make intentional time for prayer. I remember hearing Joyce Meyer tell a story once about having a conversation with God. She would speak and He would speak right back to her. I remember wanting that kind of relationship with Him, but not knowing how.

Was she special? No. She was intentional. She read the Bible. She prayed. She asked questions to those who had been Christians longer. She learned obedience. She helped to create an oasis in her relationship with God.

And so can we. There is always hope for whatever areas in our lives seem to be in the desert. First we pray for direction and sometimes that direction is to wait. But, sometimes that direction is for us to do our part. We can count on God doing His a hundred percent.

We are physical and spiritual beings. Sometimes the most difficult step to take is the first. Yet, when we want real change we have to be willing to take it.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

Unexpected Places and Faces

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 πŸ™‚

Hummingbird Reminders

When we are willing to serve, we can offer refreshment for a thirsty world.
When we are willing to serve, we can offer refreshment for a thirsty world.

A couple of days ago, I was sitting on my back porch when I saw a hummingbird fly by. I was filled with excitement and guilt all at once. I was excited because I really enjoy watching them every year at the feeder and also because it was just one more sign that summer is coming.

But, I threw away my feeder at the end of last year. It was old and beyond repair. I promised myself that I would buy a new one before the little hummers arrived in the spring, but I forgot.

When my teenage son arrived home from school and joined me on the porch, the hummingbird flew by again. I shared my feelings of guilt with him. He replied with a grin, “Wow, Mom, he’s probably thinking I just flew all the way from South America and it sure would be nice to get a drink!”

You, gotta love teen wit.

But, I thought about the little bird all evening and when I got up the following morning, I prepared some sugar water for him and then I took off to Wal-Mart as soon as possible to buy a new feeder. I even chose one that is supposed to be ant proof and wasp proof. We’ll see about that.

I got it filled and hung as soon as I returned home. I wondered if the bird would return.

I watched for a few minutes, knowing that it could be hours. But, it wasn’t. Within ten minutes, the little guy was sitting on a perch getting his long-awaited drink. He lingered for a little while and I was filled with relief and pure joy just watching him enjoy the fruits of my labors.

That hummingbird stayed on my mind for the remainder of the day. I thought about how I felt convicted to serve him, to provide for him. I thought about how my son’s words added to my convictions.

I thought about how the Holy Spirit often works in the same way when we are called to serve people. Sometimes a person will come across our path, or we get a request to help with some kind of ministry in our church. It can range from serving refreshments, to helping with children’s church, to attending a Sunday School Class. It could be to take on some type of leadership role. It could be to go on a mission trip of some sort or to help provide financially for one. It could be to serve some need in our community.

The call to serve could take on any number of faces. The point is that at some point in our faith walk, we are all called to serve. We feel a conviction deep in our hearts that we really need to lend a hand in some way. We know that it comes from God because our work will glorify Him and we know that it comes from Him because the gentle nagging doesn’t go away.

The hummingbird reminded me how important it is to listen to what our hearts are telling us about service, to be open to convictions and willing to answer the call.

Sometimes I need reminding. Perhaps you do too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚