Monday, October 29, 2012

The Little Things

Are you on a quest? Have you searched everywhere? Does the cost seem too high? Don’t give up. Look around. It may be right in front of you.
Have you ever experienced the love of a puppy? Felt the adoration as he lathers your face with kisses when you walk in the door? Have you viewed the heartbroken stare as you leave for the day? A little love is an awesome thing.
What about the laugh of a child? How it can lighten your heart and make your troubles fade away? Have you seen the sparkle in her eyes while she dances in the living room? A little laughter is an amazing thing.
Then there’s always the wonder of a starlit night or the brilliance of the sea. How about the fragrance of the yellow rose? Even the shifting sands of the Sahara may offer something for the soul. A little beauty is a marvelous thing.
Keep watching. Remember, don’t give up. It may be right in front of you.
Proverb 3:5 “Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding…”
In Christ,

Monday, October 22, 2012

Another Day

As I roll over and struggle to turn my alarm clock off, I rebel against the rising sun. I bury my head under the covers. The pain shoots through my body and I wonder how I can face the day.
2 Corinthians 1:7 “And our hope for you is firm, because we know that just as you share in our sufferings, so also you share in our comfort.”
          The shower pours over me and I start to feel a little more human. I lather my hair and the smell of lavender fills the air. As I stand under the spray, I close my eyes to let the heat seep into my bones.
Isaiah 58:11 “The LORD will guide you continually, And satisfy your soul in drought, And strengthen your bones; You shall be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.”
        I study my reflection in the bathroom mirror while I dry my hair. The shadows under my eyes are less prominent this morning. I slept a little better last night. My new bed is a definite plus.
        I walk into the kitchen to see my husband who’s making my lunch. In a heartbeat, I see I’m not the only one in pain. I stand at the breakfast bar like a ship lost at sea. Do I tell him how I feel? Do I ask him how he is? Oh, Lord, what do I say this morning?
Proverbs 16:24 “Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, Sweetness to the soul and health to the bones.”
          I take a deep breath, “Hi, honey, thanks for making my lunch.” He smiles and I feel a weight lift from my shoulders. My husband has a wonderful smile. I really needed to see that this morning.
Gathering my stuff, I move around the bar and feel his arms enfold me in a hug. He zips my lunch bag closed and hands it to me.
“Have a good day, I love you,” he says.
Proverbs 3:3 “Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.”
        Punching the garage door opener, I climb in my car. I blink the tears away and back out, avoiding the pickup in the driveway. Yes, I still hurt but it doesn’t matter so much anymore. I remember that smile and know I can make it through another day.
In Christ,

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Who's Listening?

I hate her! I wish she would just leave me alone.
Are these words familiar? Where have you heard them? Do they ever float around in your mind or pass your lips?
I’ve heard them many times. Thanks to God for His forgiveness, I’ve spoken them as well. I pray with all my heart that no one else does. Why? Because you never know who’s listening.
Colossians 3:8-10 “But now you must also rid yourselves of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language from your lips. Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.”
I can hear the questions now. Why would she say something so mean? She could really do that? Gasp!
For the record, it was before I became a Christian and I was a child but I still remember the day like yesterday. A friend and I had an awful fight and said horrible things to each other with disregard to our audience. It was only a matter of days before the entire school knew what happened. One disagreement turned into another then another and soon, our friendship was a thing of the past.
I agonized over this for years and not because of the lost friendship. Friends come and go, for many reasons, that’s how it goes. No, what hurt me so much was the fact that my former friend died several months later. She was gone in the blink of an eye and I couldn’t say, I’m sorry.
At school, classmates taunted. At home, I cried. I learned the hard way that words have ramifications. They are like two-edged swords and cut both ways. I was bleeding.
Psalm 64:3 “They sharpen their tongues like swords and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.”
            It wasn’t until years later, even years after I became a Christian, that the Lord taught me that only He can heal festering wounds. And oh, what a wound that was.
            God peeled the old layers of self-hate, recrimination, and guilt away. He bathed it in love, joy, and peace and healed the painful sore. Praise Him for all He has done!
            The scar is still there and it serves to remind me of the power of an ill-spoken word. I’m more careful now, not because of guilt or shame but because I know the consequences.
Today, I strive to praise the Lord each day. Love my neighbor (even when I’m driving), and control my tongue. After all, Christ died for all and I never know who’s listening.
Jeremiah 17:14 “Heal me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for You are the one I praise.”
In Christ,

Monday, October 8, 2012

Why Should I?

Why should I forgive her? Why should I care if he’s sorry? Why should I even bother doing this job? Why should I be his friend?

2 Corinthians 5:15-16 “And He died for all, that those who live should no longer live for themselves but for Him who died for them and was raised again. So from now on we regard no one from a worldly point of view…”

In Christ,