The Wind is Blowing

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The wind is blowing.
The wind is blowing.

I have been reading along with an online Bible study called #shereadstruth. We are currently journeying through Genesis, which never ceases to cast forth something new and different for me to ponder, every time I read it. This time I was reading the account of Noah, when something new presented itself for me to think about.

Noah and his family and all of those animals were on the ark for around 370 days, give or take. Now I’m sure in the beginning, as the rain came pelting down and the ark began to float, they probably felt thankful and blessed.

But, the human heart is often fickle. God never told them how long they would be on the ark. He just told them to get on it. We have had a lot of rain here in Georgia over the past few months. There have been days that we wondered if it would ever stop. It rained on Noah for forty days and nights, non-stop.

I wonder how thankful they felt after 40 days. Then the rain finally stopped. Perhaps they wondered if at last they could breathe fresh air again and walk on dry land or run and jump. The rain may have stopped, but they had a long wait ahead. For over three hundred more days, they floated for a period that I suspect seemed aimless and endless.

Have you ever felt like you were drifting endlessly? Have you ever wondered if you would ever feel like your feet were on solid ground? Have you ever wondered if you would feel the warmth of the sun or the freedom to run freely again?

Well, take heart. I’m sure Noah and his family must have felt downright hopeless and forgotten at times, too. But, this story is about a man who loved and obeyed God, and God provided, as He always provides for His children.

“But God remembered Noah and all the wild animals and the livestock that were with him on the ark, and he sent a wind over the earth, and the waters receded.” Genesis 8:1

Keep in mind, that while that wind was blowing and the waters were receding that Noah and his family were still locked away in the ark. God was at work, but they couldn’t see it. I am reminded that He is at work in our lives too, in the darkness, in the hopelessness, even when we can’t see it.

Lastly, the first thing Noah did was to offer a burnt sacrifice to God. In our world of instant gratification, it’s a stunning picture of Noah’s love for God that after 370 days sealed aboard an ark with all of those animals, the first thing he did was to give thanks for their deliverance. Noah remembered to be thankful.

Noah’s story reminds me to always remember that God is always at work even if it’s like the wind and we can’t see it. His story also reminds me to give thanks for the many blessings that we have been given, even if they were what we believe to be a long time coming. God’s timing is always perfect.

Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Switching from Self-Help to Asking for God Help

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What would our 2016 look like if we lived by those words?
What would our 2016 look like if we lived by those words?

I read a blog post last week that pointed out that we go from celebrating the miracle birth of Jesus and all of the hope and joy that He represents for mankind, to the celebration of a new year, where many of us proceed to make a list things we will do in the coming year, to better our lives.

I have thought about that concept for days. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with New Year’s resolutions or the desire to better ourselves, but have you ever noticed that most of our lofty ideas fall flat by February? Have you ever wondered why?

Sure, it could just be that people aren’t very good at making changes or that chocolate and french fries taste so much better than kale, that make us break our resolutions to eat better. It could be that we really are too busy to squeeze in thirty minutes of exercise required to lose weight. Maybe that television show was truly much more important than the Bible reading time we promised ourselves.

But, maybe our problem with keeping resolutions lies with the fact that we are likely to fail at any self-help venture.

The week before New Year’s Eve, on Christmas Eve, most Christians will eagerly admit that, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13

But, a week later, we make long lists of things we are going to do to change ourselves and our lives for the better. How many of us include prayer when we make those lists? How many of us seek the will of God as we make them? How many of us seek His guidance and blessings on our self-help plans for the upcoming year?

As I write this, we are not quite an entire week into the new year. Maybe it’s a good time to make a new list. I’m asking myself what would I like for my life to look like in 2016. But, before I put pen to paper, I’m going to start with a prayer.

I’m going to put at the top of the page: “Commit to the Lord whatever you do, and your plans will succeed.” Proverbs 16:3  Then I’m going to write a simple list of things I would like to do this year to change me and my world for the better. I’m going to end it with Philippians 4:13 and I’ll keep it close by where I can see it a remember it and pray about it.

I think I may be onto something, beginning and ending the list with some powerful Bible verses. Maybe you would like to give it a try too. I can’t wait to hear how you do.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

The Call to Love the Lost

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The church is called to fearlessly reach out to the lost, remembering that Christ is with us.
The church is called to fearlessly reach out to the lost, remembering that Christ is with us.

I just read a fascinating story that had tears streaming down my face and I just had to share it. On New Year’s Eve, in Fayetteville, North Carolina, a small congregation was having a church service at 11:30. There were around sixty people in attendance. The sermon was about the recent gun violence in America.

A young man in his twenties, walked through the door of the church carrying a semi-automatic rifle in one hand and ammunition in the other and headed up the aisle. Predictably, panic ensued. Some parishioners headed for the door and some hit the floor. The pastor, Larry Wright, an army veteran, with almost thirty years of experience in the pulpit, said that he could feel the fear in the air.

I can’t imagine what must have been going through those Christians’ minds. I ask myself how I would have reacted. How would you have reacted?

Wright did what I think all Christians are called to do. He left the pulpit and approached the man. Wright is 6 feet two inches and weighs 230 pounds. He was prepared to tackle him if he needed to defend his congregation, but instead he reached out to him. He simply asked, “Can I help you?”

It often takes some serious courage to leave the safety of our church to reach out to the hurting and to those who might wish us harm. But, to walk towards instead of away from an armed man, takes some serious faith.

The man told the pastor that, “He came to do some bad things.” Apparently, he was a military veteran, had just been released from prison, and had been hurt by the church before. He talked with the pastor a few minutes and gave him his gun as well as the ammo, and allowed him to pat him down. I think it’s important to note that Wright didn’t just take for granted that the man wouldn’t harm the congregation. He verified it. God did in fact, give us working brains that I believe He expects us to use.

At this point, Wright could have called the police and have him arrested. They had been called, but he asked them to remain outside. He announced to the church that the man wanted prayer and asked some deacons to come forward and embrace him. They did. Then Wright began to pray for the man and he said, “The power of God hit and the man hit the floor on his knees and began to cry and weep, face down on the ground.”

He was then invited to stay for the sermon and sat on the front pew. At the altar call, he gave his life to Christ. He then asked to speak to the congregation and he apologized. He told them that he had come to do something bad, but God had spoken to him.

The police waiting outside, took the man to a hospital where he voluntarily checked in for some mental help. There have been no charges filed. The congregation has said if he returns, they hope to baptize him.

I think this is one of the most perfect stories I have ever read about how “the church,” is supposed to act and react to those who are lost. I imagine the Apostle Paul, up in Heaven doing a happy dance. I imagine Jesus smiling as He claims one more soul for eternity.

I am reminded that we are called to be fearless in our faith and to remember that Jesus said, “For where two or three come together in my name, there am I with them.” Matthew 18:20

May the actions of Pastor Wright and his congregation remind us all.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Never Grow Weary of Doing Good

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The record setting rain had pushed the pond waters way outside of its banks.
The record setting rain had pushed the pond waters way outside of its banks.

The great state of Georgia, got some serious rain over the Christmas holiday. There were records broken. It was warm and very soggy. Miraculously, the skies cleared on Christmas Day and the weather was absolutely gorgeous for a couple of days.

Kids and adults alike, were all a little stir crazy and we just had to get outdoors for some sun and fresh air. My parents have a pond on their property and we went to see how far it had spilled outside of its banks. I don’t ever remember seeing it so high. On our walk back to the house, I came across this patch of baby bass who had been caught up in a current that took them outside of the safety of the banks of the pond.

Never grow weary of doing good.
At first glance, all seemed lost.

When the rain stopped, and it always does, the water receded and left them stranded. It saddened me to see these tiny fish, dead in the mud. I called my hubby and daughter over to show them. As my daughter examined them more closely, she realized that a few of them were still alive and she rescued them by putting them back safely into the pond.

She lost more than she saved, yet she was able to save some. Maybe those few would grow to adults and parent many more.

I shared our story with our other family members, so later, when my brother-in-law took my three-year-old niece on a walk, they were on the look out for more displaced fish. Apparently, little Lois had no trouble spotting some and went about returning them to the pond as quickly as possible. She got so excited in her quest that she ran and ended up tripping and falling in the mud.

Do you think she cried and gave up? Nope, she got up and apologized to the tiny misguided fish and carried it to safety.

I thought about those fish for days after I returned home. I thought about how easy it is for us to get lost when the floods of life come. We can sometimes find ourselves outside of the safety of God’s will.

I also thought about how easy it is for Christians to get discouraged when there are so many people who need help. We can began to feel that if we can’t help save everyone then it’s not worth the effort. We can get weary and overwhelmed. But, every single person matters to God.

Loving others and sharing our faith is not a numbers game. All we are called to do is the best we can with what we have. God will do the rest.

The Bible 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

A three-year-old reminded me of that verse. In her quest to help, she fell, but she got up and kept helping. As a new year begins, it’s a good verse to remember and carry close. Maybe you needed a reminder too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

A Christmas Prayer

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Let's remember why we celebrate.
Let’s remember why we celebrate.

My children are out of school for the Christmas holiday, so I’m going to take a couple of weeks off to spend as much time as possible with them and the rest of our extended family.

I pray that anyone who reads this will have a peaceful and meaningful Christmas. I pray that if you are not in a good place this year that you will remember that the truth and beauty of Christmas is not anything that we do here on earth, to celebrate, but about our God who loved us so very much that He willingly sent His son to become one of us. I pray that you will let that sink in. Wherever you are and whatever you are doing, God sees you and loves you. Hold onto that life changing truth.

I pray for all of our soldiers overseas who can’t be home this year because they are fighting to keep us safe. I pray that you will say a prayer for them too.

I pray that our fellow countrymen will remember the true meaning of Christmas and return to God.

I pray for fellow Christians around the world who are suffering persecution simply because they believe in the truth of Christ.

I pray that you have a very Merry Christmas and I thank you for reading.

Have an awesome day!

I’ll be back in 2016.

Wendy 🙂

Lessons from Mary and Joseph

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What lessons can we learn from Jesus' earthly parents?
What lessons can we learn from Jesus’ earthly parents?

In an attempt to keep fresh in my mind what Christmas is truly about, I recently read through the Christmas story in Luke and Matthew. I really gave some thought to who Joseph and Mary were and what qualities they had as human beings that would allow God to choose them to raise His son.

God could have chosen any set of parents at any point in history. What did He see in them?

Mary, was a young girl who was engaged to be married. So, she had the same plans of other girls her age. She had remained pure. She was a virgin. She didn’t appear to be some highly gifted spiritual thinker. She was courageous. The scripture says she was troubled, not terrified at the news of her pregnancy and she asked the angel how it could be possible. But, after Gabriel explained it, she was obedient.

I can’t imagine what the conversation must have been like between Mary and her parents or between Mary and Joseph. “Umm, you’re not going to believe this, but and angel told me that I’m pregnant with God’s son.”

We don’t know if her parents believed her. We do know Joseph didn’t.

But, still, Joseph appeared to be a man of character and mercy. He could have had Mary stoned in the public square. He believed she had been with another man. If he were a prideful man or a vengeful man, he would have immediately had his justice. The law was on his side. But, I suspect he was a humble man and he was willing to extend mercy to Mary. While he wasn’t interested in raising another man’s child and he didn’t believe her story, he was going to divorce her quietly.

But, his plans changed when he too, was visited by an angel in a dream that confirmed Mary’s story. When he awoke, he did just as he was commanded and married her. Joseph, too, was obedient to God’s plan.

When I think about these two people who raised God’s son, I see some similar traits in both. They were both people of faith who believed in God and His plan. They were both willing to be obedient to His plan, even though I’m sure the neighbors were talking. After all, they went from planning a wedding shower to a baby shower in no time flat and the baby wasn’t even Joseph’s. Yet, Joseph and Mary were obedient, no matter the cost.

Joseph’s strong character, humility and his ability to show mercy were also strong traits in Jesus. I doubt that is simply coincidence.

As I think about God’s choice of earthly parents for Jesus, I wonder if we shouldn’t all try to follow their example. They were people of strong faith who were willing to believe what was humanly impossible was possible with God. They believed in God’s plan and were obedient to His calling, no matter the cost to them personally. That took courage. They were humble people who didn’t run around telling people they were raising the son of God. After all, they spent the early years of Jesus’ life hiding out in Egypt.

As we come towards the Advent, surely there’s a lesson for us from Mary and Joseph. After all, they were average people just like us, who were chosen to do something world-changing by God.

Perhaps it’s a good time for us to take a leap of faith of some kind and to remember the importance of humility, mercy and obedience. I’ve no doubt that God would like to use each one of us too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

Holiday Christianity

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Perhaps we need to find away to share 365 days a year and not just at Christmas.
Perhaps we need to find a way to share 365 days a year, and not just at Christmas.

My hubby and I did a little Christmas shopping yesterday. As we approached the entrance to one of the stores we visited, there was a bell ringer from the Salvation Army. My hubby asked me if I had a dollar. I quickly scrounged for one. I rarely carry cash these days. My teens make sure of it, but I found a dollar and happily gave it to the man who wished me a Merry Christmas and thanked me for my blessing.

His words took hold in my heart and I thought about what he said for the remainder of the afternoon. It was just a dollar, but it was a blessing to someone who was in need. I could have given more. I probably should have given more, but it was what I had at the moment and for that gentleman ringing the bell, it was enough.

My pastor pointed out in a sermon a few weeks back, that people tend to be more generous during the holidays. He preached from Mark, Chapter 10, about the blind beggar who yelled for Jesus because he heard he was nearby. The Jews were getting ready to celebrate Passover and apparently they were more generous to those who were less fortunate when they neared Passover.

The beggar, Bartimaeus, got way more than extra coins that day. Although the crowds tried to shush him, he continued to call out and Jesus healed him. Jesus said, “Go, for your faith has healed you.” Mark 10:52a The rest of the verse says that he could instantly see and he followed Jesus down the road.

What is it that makes us more generous and charitable during Christmas? Is it because deep in our hearts we want to share some of the many gifts that God has given us? Perhaps there’s something deeper. Perhaps it has to do with the baby who was a gift for all of mankind. Perhaps deep in our DNA, we recognize that gift and feel a deeper need to share it during the Christmas season.

But, maybe we should ask ourselves if we need to do a better job at reaching out to help others, the other eleven months of the year. The gift of Christ isn’t meant to be seasonal. It’s meant to be everyday. People who don’t have food to eat or clothes to wear are just as needy in February as they were in December. Right?

How can Christians be a blessing to others year round? How can we make a daily difference? Perhaps these are the questions we should ponder during Advent as we ready our hearts to celebrate the greatest gift ever given. How can we share that gift with others?

Because sharing our faith with those who are blind is the gift that never ends. Keep in mind, when Jesus gave Bartimaeus his sight, Bartimaeus followed Jesus down the road.

Isn’t that what all Christians are striving to do? How can we be 365 days a year Christians, instead of holiday Christians? I’m going to spend some time praying about that. Maybe you would like to join me.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

God With Us

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As we celebrate Advent, we remember that Immanuel means "God with us." He is with us wherever we are.
As we celebrate Advent, we remember that Immanuel means “God with us.” He is with us wherever we are.

Have you ever had one of those days where nothing particularly good happened? Have you had one of those days where nothing catastrophic happened, but as you sat down from a long day of being productive, you couldn’t think of much to be thankful for?

Yesterday was one of those days for me. I went to bed the night before with a stomach ache. I woke up with one too, yet I was scheduled to work for a teacher with a sick child, so I sucked it up and went. On my drive in, I prayed for strength to make it through the day and that I wouldn’t get sick once I got there.

My son wasn’t feeling well either. His stomach was hurting too. He texted me around 11:30 that he was feeling very sick. My hubby happened to have the day off, so he went and picked him up.

I did make it through the day. I stopped by Publix for stomach bug staples, like ginger ale, crackers, soup and Gatorade. I arrived safely home and wanted to do nothing more than crash on the couch that was already occupied by my ailing son.

I settled for the chair with a cup of ginger tea. I dozed off for a few minutes. My daughter arrived home from school all cheer and smiles which is often not the case. But, she aced a math test and exempted a final and all was right in her world.

I sat there in that chair after she bounced away, willing myself to move. What in the world could I write as words of encouragement for Wednesday’s post? I was exhausted and not feeling well. I pride myself in seeing God in daily life, in the good and the bad, but I was coming up empty. I prayed as I always do, that He would meet me at the keyboard.

I began to type and He began to whisper to my weary heart all the places He was in my not great day. I did have the strength to make it through the day. I didn’t get sick at school and I didn’t feel so drained until I got home. That means a lot when you are leading fourth graders all day. “Thank-you God.” I whispered.

I kept typing. The kids were surprisingly well-behaved all day even though we are perilously close to Christmas. I didn’t have to sign any cards or raise my voice. Even the kids who were notorious for misbehaving, were well-behaved. “Thank-you God.” I said again.

My hubby was available and willing to drive my son home. I have been blessed with a good father for my children. “Thank-you God.” I found myself repeating.

I had money to buy necessities at the grocery store. “Thank-you God.” I said a little louder.

My stressed out junior in high school got a good grade after working really hard. “Thank-you God.” I said smiling.

It seemed that the more I typed and the more I thought about my day, the more I could see Him. But, that’s the key, isn’t it? We have to look. We have to take the time to be quiet and still and open our hearts, if we want to see.

When I sought God, He reminded me He was with me every step. As we celebrate this season of Advent, may we all remember that Immanuel means in Hebrew- God with us, and so He is. Perhaps you needed reminding too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

 

 

Panic or Pray

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When the path is uncertain, we always have the choice of whether to panic or pray.
When the path is uncertain, we always have the choice of whether to panic or pray.

Last weekend, my sixteen-year-old, attended a high school basketball game. It was at the opposing team’s school. Thanks to a Georgia law prohibiting teen drivers from transporting any passengers who are unrelated to them for the first six months of having their license, she had to drive alone.

Getting to the game was not a problem. She followed some friends. But, after the game, they headed their separate ways. She ended up making a wrong turn and found herself lost and alone in the dark.

Thankfully, she didn’t panic. She grabbed her cell phone and called her mama. She was frustrated, but not afraid, as she told me the road she was on and the street signs she was passing. Quite honestly, I could totally relate. I rarely travel on that side of our rural county and I’ve been turned around on those roads too.

I directed her the best way I knew how, and I thought we were home free. But, then she announced their was a giant detour sign and she had to turn around. At that point, she started to panic just a little. I reassured her that everything would be fine. If she would simply follow the signs, she would end up back on the right track.

She complained mightily that they were working on the road at night. “Why would they work on the road at night?” she grumbled.

I explained to her that the least amount of traffic was on the road at that time. That made sense to her. And then, just like that, she came to a place where the road was familiar. She knew where she was and we hung up. She arrived home safely very soon after.

I thought about our conversation throughout the weekend. I thought about how easy it is to get lost and turned around along life’s journey. I thought about how easily my own child was comforted by my voice and instructions. I thought about how easily we can be comforted by God’s voice and instructions when we get lost or detoured, if we have the wisdom to reach out to Him.

We can’t pick up the cell phone and call Him, but we can go to Him in prayer and just like I was able to calm my own child, He is more than willing to calm and comfort us. We are after all, His children.

One thing is sure, we will get turned around from time to time, and there will definitely be detours, whether we like it or not. Life is rarely a straight shot from earth to Heaven. The question for us, is how do we respond?

We can certainly panic and make circles in the dark. We can complain about how unfair and inconvenient the detours are. We can stay lost, frustrated, and frightened indefinitely, or we can bow our heads, get on our knees and reach out for guidance. We can listen for His voice.

If we are still and patient, we will get directions and answers because God will never abandon His children. Eventually, we may even learn that the detours are actually blessings and were part of His plan all along. Perhaps, the key is learning to listen.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂

 

Participating in the Story

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We are all invited to participate in the Christmas story.
We are all invited to participate in the Christmas story.

Yesterday, our church choir performed a Christmas Cantata. It was complete with readings that told the story of Jesus’ birth. A narrator would read about an event like Mary’s visit from the angel Gabriel, and then the choir would sing a song about it.

I didn’t really love the music selection this year for the cantata. It was very difficult to learn for someone who doesn’t read music and required a ton of practices which often ran past 9:00 at night. Yet, when it all came together, with the small orchestra that the choir director assembled, and the readings, that our pastor tweaked, it was a beautiful telling of the Christmas story.

The songs that I had come to dread singing, over and over, came to life somehow and there were times that I couldn’t help, but move to the beat as I sang. One of the male choir members told me it was the same way for him afterwards. I suppose when you prayerfully, come together, with open hearts, to remember and celebrate the birth of Christ, the Holy Spirit gets involved.

When the Holy Spirit gets involved, the results are never disappointing. Hearts get opened and lives get changed.

Next Sunday evening, we are doing a family improv Christmas pageant. We have a Joseph and a Mary, a couple of angels, a couple of shepherds and two wise men at this point. We will have narrators read the Christmas story from the Bible and members of the audience, are invited to join in the procession to the manger, in whatever part they choose, to participate in the telling of the Christmas story.

Adults are joining in with children. My hubby has built a manger. People have been asked to bring whatever they can find from home, to wear as costumes. My daughter is playing her guitar along with another church member. We will sing the Christmas carols everyone knows, like “Hark the Herald Angels Sings” and “Silent Night.”

It will be in the fellowship hall and we are expecting a certain amount of chaos. But, as I think about old and young coming together in mismatched costumes, not rehearsing, but simply listening to the Scripture to guide us where to go, I can’t imagine Jesus being much happier with a production, even one that was practiced for months in advance with hundreds of dollars spent on costumes.

There’s something about participating in the Christmas story, whether it’s in song, or in a pageant, or in any other way, that stirs the heart. I suppose it’s because the birth of Jesus, was the official invitation for all of mankind to participate in the kingdom of God. The angels’ message to the shepherds was one for every man, woman, and child, with no expiration date. The message was and is, timeless.

Our actual participation in telling of the story of the birth of our Savior, seems to somehow open our hearts to experience just a glimpse of the joy that the earth felt over two thousand years ago. We are all invited to participate.

Every time we say a prayer, every time we attend church service, every time we wish someone a Merry Christmas, every time we invite someone to church, every time we sing a Christmas carol, and every time we tell the Christmas story to our children or grandchildren, we are participating.

And when we participate, I believe Heaven participates with us. So, come and join in the chorus.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy 🙂