Denial

When we think of Lent and Peter's denial, we are reminded of forgiveness.
When we think of Lent and Peter’s denial, we are reminded of forgiveness.

I recently read a post on the website #SheReadsTruth about Peter’s denial of Jesus when he was arrested. You can read the post here if you like.Β http://shereadstruth.com/2015/03/23/peter-denies-jesus/

I have never liked the account of Peter denying Jesus. It has always made me uncomfortable. I mean Jesus warned him ahead of time that he would deny him three times before the rooster crowed and Peter swore up and down that he would not, and of course, he did.

I always want to scream at Peter each time he denies Jesus, just like I used to scream at the “Friday the 13th,” movies back in high school. “Don’t go outside!” “Don’t split up!” “Don’t check out that noise!” But, they always did with disastrous consequences.

I desperately want Peter to remember that Jesus warned him. Did he forget already? It couldn’t have been more than a few hours. But, to be fair, Peter was likely scared out of his mind and confused and anxious. We never get that way; do we?

The post I read earlier brought a new thought to light, that I hadn’t considered before. She said that Jesus wanted Peter to realize that he had sinned so that he could be forgiven. Jesus pointed it out. I never thought about it that way. We can’t be forgiven of our sins if we don’t admit that we have sinned. We can’t be forgiven if we don’t repent.

That notion changed my view of this story, completely. Jesus forgave Peter after the resurrection. Peter repented. He wept bitterly when he realized Jesus had been right all along and he was wrong.

We are all sinners, but isn’t it a lot easier to see our neighbor’s sin than our own? We sometimes comfort ourselves by thinking, at least we’re not as bad as the other guy. While that may be true, that’s not really the point is it? We can only repent of our own sin, not anyone else’s, so isn’t our own sin the thing we should be most concerned with?

And if we are really truthful with ourselves, don’t we all deny Jesus in us everyday, when we do things like gossip, or say unkind things about someone, or look down on someone, or refuse to help others when we can? If we claim to be believers and followers of Jesus, aren’t we supposed to do the things he would do? When we don’t, aren’t we denying him in some way?

We are going to mess up regularly. We are likely going to get it wrong more often than right, but that’s okay. We have grace and that changes everything. We can be forgiven endlessly and the only catch is we have to ask and the slate is wiped clean.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

The Divine Juggler

 

That says it all!
That says it all!

My life has been pretty chaotic lately. I seem to have way too many balls in the air. Our van died, so we have been actively searching for a car. We have a program at church that I am a part of, that requires a bunch of writing as well as the cooperation of ten teenagers. Our wireless router is on its last leg and keeps knocking us offline. Needless to say I know less than nothing about wireless routers. We are looking at doing a mission trip and rounding up the aforementioned teenagers for a specific date is challenging to say the least.

Now all of those things are no big deal on their own. None of them qualify as even close to a tragedy. In fact, some of them are good things. The mission trip possibility came about when the foreman on my daughter’s project last year, reached out to her through text and asked her if she was coming back. He’s a Godly man and left a permanent imprint on her heart. She really wants to go. I’m thankful beyond words for adults like that in my children’s lives.

But, at the moment, I’m really struggling with the juggling. As I was talking to my hubby about it yesterday, we finally agreed that God’s hands were all in our current chaos and we need to just let it all go and stop worrying about how it all will come together.

I’ve no doubt whatsoever that it will come together, and at this point, I can’t wait to see how it all fits.

There’s a certain peace that comes from admitting that we are powerless over most of life’s circumstances and sometimes I feel like God allows things to pile up until we get to the point where we readily admit we can’t fix it all or handle it all alone.

But, He can. He’s the Divine Juggler and He can turn any situation no matter how chaotic, into good for His glory.

I was talking to a friend of mine recently whose daughter attended an AA meeting with a friend of hers in recovery. She told her mom it was the closest she had ever felt to God. I found that intriguing and looked up the Twelve Step Program.

It was pretty powerful stuff. The first one was admitting, “We were powerless over alcohol and that our lives had become unmanageable.” I don’t know about you, but I could replace alcohol with life’s struggles sometimes or even daily stress and it would be a true statement for me.

Next was, “We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.” I could fill in God for power here and completely agree. Sanity and peace go hand-in-hand in my book.

The third one was about turning their will and life over to God. I won’t go through all of them, but it was a really good read. It’s no surprise to me that AA works and has been around for so long.

Members of AA seem to grasp the same thing that we all struggle with, and that is simply that we are not in control, but God is. When we really surrender to that notion, the peace that passes all understanding overflows from us. Now doesn’t that sound fantastic?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

A Grain of Sand

Remembering the power of our words can make all the difference in the people around us.
Remembering the power of our words can make all the difference for the people around us.

I jumped out of bed one morning last week and put on some sweatpants and tennis shoes. Mornings are always busy at my house. I had lunches to make as well as breakfasts and I had to coax a couple of teenagers out of bed. Right away, I felt something on the ball of my right foot, not painful, but annoying.

I didn’t really have time to be annoyed, so I just let it go. After I finally sat down to eat my breakfast, I could no longer stand it. I pulled off my shoe and my sock and lo and behold I found the culprit. It was a tiny pebble, not much larger than a grain of sand. I marveled at the fact that something so tiny and seemingly insignificant, could cause me so much discomfort.

I showed it to my son, who was unimpressed and went back to his game of Crossy Chicken. But, I thought about that tiny grain all day long and other things in life that seem insignificant that can cause frustration. Unfortunately, many such things came to mind.

Things like snapping at your spouse or kids first thing in the morning. Snippy, harsh words may seem like no big deal. But, those words first thing in the morning can ruin a perfectly good day. Who knows what great things could have been achieved that day if we hadn’t unleashed our frustrations on those around us? A tiny grain of sand can do damage.

What about offhand comments about a friend or neighbor that we really didn’t mean anything by? The intention may not have been bad on our own part, but it was perceived that way? A tiny grain of sand can do damage.

We have very little control of whether or not our words or actions will take root once they have been said or done. Sometimes they will fall on deaf ears and be completely forgotten. But, sometimes they grow. If they are good and positive words and deeds, then that’s a great thing. If they are negative words or deeds; they can fester.

What seems like a tiny grain of sand can produce some seriously hurt feelings or worse. That tiny pebble in my shoe really reminded me of the importance of the little things like praise or criticism and sometimes it’s in the very best interest of everyone involved when just keep our mouths shut. You know the old saying, “If you can’t say something nice…….”

Perhaps Lent is the perfect time to think about the seemingly tiny sand pebbles in our own lives. Maybe we can be much more careful about the words we say and also vigilant about how we take the words of others, remembering that others struggle with scattering their own grains just like we do.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

The Elusive State of Balance

For living things to grow and prosper, they need a good balance of sun and rain.
For living things to grow and prosper, they need a good balance of sun and rain.

My daughter had two tennis matches last Saturday. Since we had so many cancelled this season due to rain or ice, the only way to fit two in was to schedule them both on the same day. One was at 10:00 and one was at 11:00. It was a delightful day, not a cloud in the sky. The high was 72 degrees. It was not too hot and not too cold. The weather was perfect.

It was so comfortable outside that when my hubby and I ran home for lunch, I changed into shorts. We ended up being at the tennis courts until 3:00. It wasn’t until we got home that we realized that we had fried like bacon. We all were sunburned.

The perfect breeze and temperature had lulled us into believing that we didn’t need sunscreen. After all, it wasn’t hot and my family has been blessed with an olive skin tone. We rarely burn; but we are also meticulous about sunscreen when we are going to be outside for a while.

This particular spring season has had much more rain than sun and we were still sporting our winter white skin. We now have the sunburn to prove it. We had no business sitting out in the sun all day with no protection, but since we had longed for a warm sunny day for so long, we were complacent. Too much sun is dangerous.

But, isn’t that the case with just about everything in our lives? A little wine, a little cheesecake, an occasional Coke are all fine. The problem is that humanity very rarely gets the state of balance right.

We eat too much. We drink too much. We work too much. There are people who run too much and have to have joints replaced. Moderation seems to escape us much of the time.

Why is that, I wonder? Perhaps it’s because we have an inherent need for more. We want ten more minutes of sleep, or just another hour at the pool, or just one more bite. But, it’s never really enough. Balance can be really hard to attain.

We have family, friends, work, exercise, hobbies, and a long list of other things that we would like to fit into twenty-four hours in any given day. We also have to sleep sometime.

I think maybe this is where prayer comes in and a right relationship with God. When we look to the Trinity, we find perfect balance, so much so, that the founders of this country based our government on it. The Bible is full of stories of people who get their priorities out of whack and the disaster that inevitably follows. But, there are also stories of people who repent, turn back to God and get it right. There is plenty of instruction there, if we are willing to seek it.

Prayer can also keep us in balance. When we begin our day talking to God and listening for answers, then we are more likely stay on track the entire day. When we always keep our eyes on Him first, then we can keep the balance in our lives that He intended.

We can be at peace and not get sunburned. I think that is a plan worth pursuing. What do you think?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

In Relentless Pursuit

What would our lives look like if we relentlessly pursued God with no fear?
What would our lives look like if we relentlessly pursued God with no fear?

Yesterday, my daughter had a tennis match. It was away. I loathe away matches. First of all, I am prone to getting lost. Secondly, once I make it there, few other parents from our team usually go and I have no one to sit with or talk to.

Well, yesterday I was prepared. I printed directions before I left the house and I had a very good idea of where I was going. To make my chances even better of not getting lost, I decided to go to the high school and follow the bus. There were three buses there, loading up three different sports teams. I asked my daughter which bus was hers and she told me.

When her team bus pulled out, I was right behind it. “Ha!” I said to no one in particular, I would not get lost this time. We headed to the stop sign and I was all set to make a left turn because I had my directions printed out right beside me. The bus turned right.

Uh, oh! Had I followed the wrong bus? I was concerned for a few miles, but then a girl from my daughter’s team turned around and waved at me. I was following the right bus, but where was it going?

When it went 50 miles per hour in a 35 zone, I said a prayer and stayed close. When it got on the loop and continued to change lanes, I stayed close. I followed more closely than I normally follow cars, but traffic got thick and I couldn’t lose the bus. At this point, I had no idea how to get to the school.

Somewhere on that hour plus drive, it struck me how relentless I was being about pursuing that bus. My child was on board and I stayed close like my life depended on it. I simply was completely unwilling to get separated.

Then I began to think about what my life would look like if I pursued God in the same relentless manner. What if I refused to become separated from Him at all costs? What if I was willing to go in a direction that I felt was completely wrong or at odds with my own printed out map? What if I was willing to trust that He would get me to the right destination at the right time if I just had enough faith? What if I just obeyed and went wherever He called?

What if all Christians felt that way?

We did end up getting to the school safely. It wasn’t the route I would have taken, but it got us there. I didn’t get lost. I am reminded that our Christian walk can be very much like that seemingly convoluted trip.

God knows where He’s going. He knows where He wants us to go. The question for us is simply, “Are we willing to follow even when the path doesn’t seem to make sense?” Our faith journey hangs on our answer to that question; because sticking close to Him and willingly following, is the only way we can get to His destination for us and His destination is infinitely better than anything we could even dream of.

Perhaps we should take this season of Lent and consider relentlessly following God.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

 

Controlling Your Smoke

Sometimes our words are like smoke and they spread much further than we may think.
Sometimes our words are like smoke and they spread much further than we may think.

When spring finally shows up each year, I love to get out and walk. I am not a treadmill or gym girl. I like to be out in nature, taking in all of the glorious sights that nature has to offer this time of year and I am never disappointed. Unfortunately, the other thing I can usually depend on this time of year is my neighbors burning leaves.

My neighborhood is full of hardwood trees which create like a billion leaves. There is one particular set of homeowners along my walk who insist on burning their leaves and it seems like they burn them all of the time, which probably seems like no big deal, right?

But, when I am walking or running and breathing hard and the air is filled with smoke, so are my lungs. It gets difficult to breathe and my fabulous walk in the beautiful sunshine, gets tarnished. I sometimes shoot daggers at them with my eyes as I walk by, not that they notice, and I allow myself to get angry, which is normally the complete opposite effect of exercise for me.

But, as I was fuming about it the other day, it occurred to me that those people probably have no idea how uncomfortable their smoke from their leaves, makes people. They are just burning their leaves on their property, thinking about clearing out their yard.

I then began to think about things that we all do that inadvertently effect those around us. Things like constantly complaining about our spouses, or our kids, or our jobs, or our churches.

Words can be like smoke and have far-reaching consequences. When we are regularly venting to a friend, there may be others around us who hear us. Maybe they are having their own relationship struggles and negative words spill over on them. Maybe they are questioning their own faith and our griping about the people at our church just reinforces their idea that churches are just social clubs anyway, not true places of growth and worship.

The Bible tells us “Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.” Ephesians 4:29

Constant negative words also eventually effect our own thought processes. It becomes a vicious cycle. We speak negatively and then we think negatively and then most of our thoughts become negative. God has a different way for us, a different plan.

“And now dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.” Philippians 4:8

Perhaps Lent is an ideal time to focus on all of the good things and then try to only speak good things, then maybe our “smoke” will be like a breath of fresh air in a world that desperately needs it.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

 

Dark History

Sometimes remembering the past is a way to honor those who lived it.
Sometimes remembering the past is a way to honor those who lived it.

My son is reading the book, “The Boy in the Striped Pajamas,” in his 8th grade language arts class. It’s an incredibly moving and sad story about two boys who are friends during the Holocaust. One was Jewish. One was not. They both end up dying in a Nazi concentration camp.

I don’t like to think about dark times in history or dark things for the most part. When a television commercial comes on about children starving or animals being abused, I change the channel. The images stay with me long after the commercials and they weigh heavily on my soul.

I suppose our society as a whole has become that way. We are big avoiders of what troubles us or makes us uncomfortable and the pharmaceutical companies are more than happy to help us stay numb.

But, perhaps there are some stories that we need to hear. Perhaps they should trouble our hearts and souls. If we don’t remember the Holocaust, then we forget to honor all of those lives that were lost and we forget about the atrocities that humanity is capable of. If we forget, then we will allow it to happen again.

My pastor recently said that there are Christian churches who are refusing to place crosses in their sanctuaries and they never preach about the crucifixion. They find that it’s kind of depressing and people don’t go to church to leave depressed. He also said that many churches had done away with Good Friday services because the attendance was so low. Easter services on the other hand, were bursting at the seams.

I was kind of stunned. There’s no way around the fact that the crucifixion of Christ is probably the darkest moment in all of human history. It’s ugly and brutal. The pain and suffering involved can almost be too much to consider, but as Christians, we have to consider it.

The entire life of Jesus pointed to that ugly and brutal cross and he willingly went there and died. Isn’t refusing to remember and reflect on that an insult to the Son of God who did it for each one of us? How can Easter and the resurrection mean nearly as much if we don’t take the journey to Calvary?

If we allow ourselves to gloss over that huge sacrifice, can we feel truly redeemed by it?

Don’t get me wrong, I am a look on the bright side kind of gal and I avoid sad movies and stories at all cost. But, there are some stories that must be told, even horribly dark ones. It seems to me that there could be only one force in the world that would want us to forget the crucifixion or the Holocaust, for that matter. That force would have to be God’s enemy as well as the enemy of His people.

During the season of Lent, perhaps we should take a good long look at the cross and all it symbolizes. It can be painful and uncomfortable, but it’s important and make no mistake, in the end God wins.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

Leaves and Gnome Doors

This little gnome door reminds me of the things that matter most.
This little gnome door reminds me of the things that matter most.

Last weekend my hubby and I decided it was time to do some spring raking. We always put that particular chore off because we have dozens of hardwoods that produce thousands of leaves, maybe even millions. Some people rake their leaves as they fall, not us, we wait until the spring. I read somewhere that leaving them in place is good for the grass. It sounds reasonable.

We finally got going and got into a groove. Hubby and I were in the front and our son was raking in the back. We had about half of the front yard done, when my son approached his dad with a picture on his phone. It was a gnome door he found somewhere on the internet. He wanted to make one for one of our trees. He had found the perfect spot to put one in our backyard.

Now my sweet husband has a fascination for gnomes. Who knows why? Can you guess what he did?

He put down the rake. He and my son gathered up wood. Some kind of power tools were involved and at some point, I smelled spray paint.

I continued the yard work, solo, for a good while longer before I called it an afternoon. But, I chuckled to myself the entire time. I live with a bunch of right-brained, creative people. I have learned that when they get inspired, for whatever reason, it’s best to let them go with my blessing.

There was a time when I would have been upset that we didn’t get the leaves raked. We had work to do. It wasn’t time to play. Didn’t we owe it to our neighbors to have our lawn raked? What would people say?

But, years of prayer and acceptance and simply traveling around the sun enough times, have taught me that the creative things are the things that matter most. The father and son time matters way more than raking leaves ever could.

I seriously doubt there is any more creative field in the entire world than the imagination of a child. When God entrusted this child to me and all of his gifts, didn’t He also expect me and my husband to nurture his gifts?

Father and son spent several hours on the gnome door and moss was added for a walkway and it turned out beautifully. I halfway expected a gnome to come walking out. My son couldn’t wait to show me and I couldn’t wait to take pictures.

The leaves still litter the front yard. But, I can see the little gnome door from my kitchen sink when I do dishes. I can see it from the kitchen table. I can see it from my bathroom window when I’m upstairs and it makes me smile. It reminds me of the things that matter and the things that don’t. It reminds me to treasure my loved ones as well as their gifts. It reminds me to be intentional.

I learned a lot from that little gnome door. Maybe you can too.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

What Faith Can Do

Sometimes when we feel the most helpless, God shows up.
Sometimes when we feel the most helpless, God shows up.

My family suffered a tragedy last weekend. Our beloved minivan of fourteen years, died. It was just a car, but it was special. My children were stillΒ in car seats when we bought it. My son was only three months old. It was right after the 9/11 attacks and I remember proudly displaying a flag on the back window.

It was a mom mobile and I drove it happily. It seated seven and I regularly hauled that many kids in it. It’s been camping many times and on road trips and vacations. It carried my sister’s wedding dress to Florida along with my mom and dad and all of my mom’s stuff. We were super packed on that trip.

I remember when the kids were in preschool, they all fought to ride in it. It was the cool car. Most women my age, traded for something much hipper when their kids got older, but not me. I loved the minivan and always volunteered to drive whenever I was needed, which was often, from things like tennis matches to youth group trips, to my daughter’s first homecoming dance.

I knew it was getting old, and soon my oldest will be driving, but I wasn’t ready to downsize yet. Unfortunately, the decision was made for me.

I fought tears all weekend over the loss. Not only because we don’t really have the money to buy a new one, but because it symbolizes the end of an era. My kids are growing up and soon we won’t need the minivan, and I find that very bittersweet.

As always, God has His hands in all of this. There’s a man at church who I love to kid around with every Sunday. He is in management at a local car dealership and apparently has helped just about everyone in the congregation to find a car. When I spoke with him on Sunday and asked him for help and then told him that I really hated to ask for help, He simply said, “Why? That’s what I do.”

I was so humbled. This is community. When I shared with members of my Improv group that our van had died, a member of my small group immediately turned around and asked if we needed a car because his wife was out of town for the week. This is community.

When I confessed how silly I felt about being sentimental about the loss of the van, another member of my small group told me it wasn’t silly at all. This is community.

I was driving down the road after church, in my daughter’s car and I was scanning channels and praying for some peace. A song came on called, “What Faith Can Do,” by Kutless. I had never heard it, but it’s older. The words were, “Don’t you give up now. The sun will soon be shining. You gotta face the clouds to find the silver lining.” The words really struck me and soothed my soul.

As I slowed to stop at the red light, I could hardly believe the letters on the tag in front of me. “B LEVE” I whispered a prayer of thanks as tears ran down my cheeks. Not only had He provided me with a loving caring church community, He also let me know that He is always close and always listening. We just have to look.

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚

P.S. If you want to hear that song, I’ve attached a link.

Have You Tried Watering It?

This plant is about to burst into bloom. With a little nurture, you can too.
This plant is about to burst into bloom. With a little nurture, you can too.

I took a walk yesterday, it seemed like overnight, the earth woke up. There are so many things in bloom. I suppose all of the rain we have been complaining about really did have a good purpose. Isn’t it funny how life works out that way? As I was walking and appreciating the beauty and thanking God for the gorgeous day, I came across a forsythia bush, that brought back a memory.

The forsythia bush is bright yellow and sometimes called yellow bells. They bloom in the spring. We had two big ones at our last house. One day many years ago, my mother-in-law and her companion, Bill were visiting. I was complaining that our yellow bells weren’t blooming well at all.

Now, Bill, was one of the sweetest natured, quietest men that you would ever meet. He was a retired principal and he loved to grow things. He always had a huge garden every summer. He leaned over and asked me if I had tried watering them.

I was kind of stunned. What a simple question, right? I mean, plants need water to grow and I watered the plants in pots at the house, but not the bushes. I grew up on over a hundred acres with a well. We didn’t really water much because the well might run dry. We had pear trees, plum trees, apple trees and scuppernongs among other things. They either made it or they didn’t. We didn’t coddle anything much.

But, when Bill and I were talking, we were in a deep drought and had been for quite a while. Why hadn’t I thought of watering the yellow bells? I admitted to him that I had not. He kind of smiled and told me that might help them bloom. He was right of course. He put some water on them while he was there and they did bloom soon after.

Seeing the yellow bells today reminded me of that sweet, wise man and of that conversation. They were blooming because of all of the rain. All living things require water to thrive. What else in our lives do we need to water to make them bloom? What areas of our lives have we allowed to fall into drought?

When I think about it, all relationships require some effort to keep them blooming. From friendships, to marriages, to families, to our spiritual relationship with God. Over time, if we don’t give them care and nurture, water, so to speak, they will not only stop blooming; they can eventually die.

The same goes for goals and dreams we may have. If we don’t devote any time to them, they can die too and some of them are likely meant to produce beautiful fruit.

Lent seems like an ideal time to consider the areas in our lives that may need watering. Who knows, by Easter, we may have more blooms than we know what to do with. What do you need to water?

Have an awesome day!

Wendy πŸ™‚