Will fulfill his promise to us, in us, and for us…
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Jeremiah 29:11 NIV
It just took a good many years of her life, in order to see it!
With each wave of every storm,
He broke through her walls,
He refused to let her drown beneath the waters,
He left the 99 to save the one that was so very lost,
He held her as she raged, loved her when she hated herself, and saw her when she no longer recognized who she was…
But then,
He drew her from the depths of herself, when all seemed lost at sea,
Out of love, He filled her with His grace, His love, and His mercy… covering over all that she had been, and healed all that had stolen her strength. Now she is filled with His strength!
If you ever feel like you are too much for God to handle, you’re not!
I am broken in so many ways, and yet,
God loves broken things… they are the best examples of how much He can do!
With God, no wave is too big, no storm too fierce… and no force on earth can surpass the power of the One who created all!
Never give up! Never stop believing in the power of God’s love for us… He gave us his only Son!
If that’s not love, I don’t know what else to say…
Some of my earliest childhood memories come from life on the farm. All of the good ones that stuck to the walls of my heart, were the ones with my mother, and often in the garden or within the kitchen. One particular memory arose this morning, as I lay in the darkness just before dawn, leaving me a tad perplexed, as to its purpose. I’m still not fully certain I’ve grasped all of its meaning, but we shall roll forward anyway, as I tend to do with things God asks of me… sometimes we never see a thing til long afterward, and sometimes never! I try not to ask God about his purpose too much, mostly because I wish to focus on being obedient in a task, regardless of whether or not further details might be forthcoming. So with this in mind, I will simply tell you about the memory, and we can go from there.
One of my responsibilities, as the tiny little thing that I was, involved taking a large measuring cup and scooping all of the rich cream from off the top of the milk jar for my mother, each morning. We kept the fresh milk inside a large glass jar, with a piece of foil for the lid, held in place with a rubber band. Once the cream settled at the top, my mother would then pull the jar out of the refrigerator, set it on the counter, and stand me upon a stool beside it. My mother busied herself at the sink, while I slowly and meticulously scooped the creamy liquid into a separate container. I knew it would soon be transformed into sweet butter and other yummy things, making my mouth water, along with setting my tummy to growling.
That was it… just a brief vision of skimming cream off the top of a mason jar of milk in my mamma’s kitchen, some 50 odd years ago. Strange, isn’t it, how the mind works?
At first, I didn’t even understand what the memory had to do with anything at that moment, as I was lying there in the dark pondering what I should write for today’s episode on Matters of The Heart. Then, in an instant, I was reminded of an article I posted not two days ago, I think. Remember the other day, I wrote about boxes, and how we often use them to navigate our thoughts, frequently needing to sort them in one form or another? Well, it dawned on me that if we sort things in our brain, we most probably have those boxes stored somewhere within the corridors of our hearts, which is where I was headed in the first place!
But, what on earth does skimming have to do with sorting, you might be wondering? Well, if we sort things that our mind stores within our heart, or even sort things from within our heart to store in our mind, it isn’t such a great leap of thought to consider that we also might have picked up a particular habit of existence… the skimming over of the things we keep stored in our heart, often taking up too much of our closet space.
This habit starts when we are very young, from birth, in fact! We learn a thing, and continue on from there, growing, learning and developing into who we are as adults. Would you agree that none of us fully relive the memory of learning how to suckle from the breast each morning. We learned it, grew from it, were weaned of it, and now just skim the surface of its relevance in our existence.
Skimming, as with anything else, is neither good nor evil, in and of itself. Often, we use this skill to review a thing, or glean a piece of information needed for a particular task, without having to go through it in detail… it’s a time saver!
The problem occurs when one attempts to skim over a thing they’ve never before read, or even make the assumption that they only need to see a portion, as they’re sure they remember the rest. In terms of the corridors of the heart, all those boxes we keep stored and tucked away in our closets, begin to break down from a lack of sorting, organizing, and cleaning. From there, many of the things missed during the skimming process, now begin to spill out into our corridors. I don’t know about any of you, but God walks those corridors beside me always, so even if I don’t want to take notice of that which I am now tripping over as we walk… He does!
While we might fear God kicking our boxes around, demanding that we clean up our dirty bits that have fallen out of their hidey holes, this couldn’t be further from the truth. As a child that has been covered by the blood of the risen son of God, my creator only sees that which his son died to pay for! While God sees all of what is within my heart, He only focuses on what has been washed white as the purest snow… that’s me, right here, right now. Before you start thinking that this means we can leave our hearts corridors a cluttered mess, my hope is that we might want to stop skimming over things that are of eternal importance, and clean up our corridors as that of a bride preparing herself for the Groom.
While it might be acceptable to put all of our unmentionables and dirty bits away from the guests we’ve just invited into our home for Sunday dinner, as I’m sure their observant eyes will be skimming … it’s not healthy, in the least, to do this with God. The only thing one might accomplish by this bad habit, is never having a clean enough corridor for God to fill with the gifts He wants to place there!
What does this mean for me, personally? I am learning to fully read the scriptures before me, taking the time to search for what God has tucked within its pages, instead of skimming over what I assume isn’t needed. I’m using my new efforts of NOT skimming, by more carefully sorting through my boxes and discarding that which God no longer recognizes. He sees all that is in my heart, and He stays anyway! So, I wish to make the rooms and corridors of my heart as inviting as possible for He who dwells there…
When I was a little girl, I found a good number of things that I thought were cool, none of which lasted all that long, i.e. dolls, crayons or my Easy-Bake Oven. Back then, we would often sing the phrase, “Finders keepers, Losers weepers,” when we found something cool and someone else wanted it!
As a child, the phrase seemed rather funny when using it on a sibling or classmate, though it holds little humor for many, later on in life.
As my own life progressed, I amassed a number of really cool things that I told myself were so important, like kids, a great church reputation, as well as many awesome friends.
However, I discovered that children will grow up, moving beyond us, and that reputation I thought I wanted within the church, well it turned out far differently than I’d hoped. Alas, those friends I spoke of earlier have simply faded beyond sight. They, along with my family, have long since turned their view away from the scene of my existence. Do not judge them harshly, please! Everyone has a journey that moves them in any number of directions, sometimes together, and sometimes not. There are far too many reasons to suggest, as to why this occurs, so let’s just say that the time train rolls forward for us all, and many are just trying not to fall off, or get run over!
With over fifty years of experiences and memories, I’ve grown weary of chasing after, grasping onto, and clinging to far too many worthless trinkets (not referring to people specifically, just the need for holding onto them) … or perhaps, I’ve simply become jaded over the years.
While it might not fall under the category of cool to whomever asked the question, my salvation happens to be the one thing I still bear… and the only thing that truly matters to me, at the end of the day!
When I consider the phrase “Finders keepers, Losers weepers,” in light of salvation and the state of the world today… not only is it NOT funny, but it holds eternal significance…
so, ya, you probably didn’t see this one coming, did ya?!
Well, that’s enough said about the matter. Enjoy a cookie and have a lovely day, my friends… hugs
Isn’t it funny how many of us have our favorite color of those chocolaty treats, even though technically, they probably all taste the same?
I’ve begun learning how different a thing can seem, depending on the one who is looking at it! Thoughts, emotions, and a myriad of other things surrounding a person, shapes the way they perceive what they encounter.
Take, for instance, Mary and Martha… the two sisters that the bible speaks about in the gospel of Luke. As scripture tells it,
38 As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. 39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. 40 But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” 41 “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, 42 but few things are needed—or indeed only one.[a] Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”
I love both Mary and Martha, but in the light of how reading scripture is shaping my view of Jesus… I prefer to live like one M over the other.
Have you ever been in a situation that brings you to that moment of exasperation where you utter a very ill-thought-out “Lord, please give me patience” prayer? Has anyone else discovered that He will do exactly that, but never the way you expected, or were fully prepared to deal with, as I have? Yes? No? Or are you trying to blend in with the wall, hoping not to bring attention to yourself, until after the Patience word leaves the room? Trust me, I get it… and on a deeper level than some may think. If not before this last week, I’m a firm believer right this very moment! Looking back, I should not have been surprised in the least, when I made the commitment to begin this Matters of The Heart series. I distinctly remember praying, “God, help me to use these writings to learn more of who I am as your child, and that I might grow stronger in my faith.” The Crazy Train version of distractions that have been running me over ever since, can only be described as getting rear-ended, only to be the one who gets the citation! None of it makes any sense at all, seriously!
Let’s see, within less than two hours after posting my intentions about this series, last Thursday, things got interesting, to say the least. I’ve already shared about the phone call mix up, telling us we weren’t supposed to stay here anymore, and the constant housekeeping staff visits, where they kept walking into our room all day. No worries, things are stable on that front, as they’ve since gotten their paperwork corrected. From that scenario we went directly on to the next comedy of errors, which was managing to injure my left hand while sleeping, of all things. I still cannot fully use that hand, so the typing continues with just one and ¼ hands.
From there it got weirder still, with a man coming to the door on the next morning, saying he was looking for room 264, which was right there, beside him (he appeared homeless, under the influence of something, and carrying a plate of food from the dining room). Among at least three other incidents, the day came and went. The next morning seemed calm, and the day passed without much disturbance. But then, late that evening, we heard an enormous bang from the parking area just below our window! Looking out outside, we discovered numerous police vehicles surrounding a vehicle that was apparently occupied. Just as we are watching the scene unfold, in our underwear I might add, a hotel employee gives a short rap on our door and proceeds to walk right into our room! With nothing more than a brief, “Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was in this room”, he turned and disappeared down the steps.
Before you get too comfortable… it gets even better!
For what seemed like hours, it was pretty much a stand-off in the parking lot, with guns drawn, several more gas/flashbang thingies, before they called a tow truck in, hauled the car across the street, and removed whoever was in the vehicle (we didn’t witness that part). The car re-appeared in the parking lot a short time later, disappeared again, returned the following morning and then left again, not to return. Only later did we learn that several homeless people had been living in that car, and refused to leave. I will tell you that it wasn’t shocking to me, nor was it a surprise. Due to several very uncomfortable encounters on the walking trails nearby, God has warned me to stay within our motel room, until we leave this area. So, here is where I sit, snug as a bug in a rug, as they say.
In case you’re wondering if I’ve forgotten all about the writing that was intended for this series, I haven’t! I believe that it has everything to do with it, don’t you see? Everything that occurs in the world around us, will be observed, experienced and felt, based on what? How we think, what we believe, and how we feel about what we’re facing… and where do feelings come from? The heart, or more accurately, what the heart perceives, based on how it responds to the brain’s impulses… crazy, right?!
No, I’m not a doctor, scholar, scientist, philosopher or learned professor! But… I do have a heart, my own heart that beats all by its onesie’s, without any of those brilliant minds to assist. Not a single one of them created the blueprint for the heart that beats within this body, nor did they have the power to light the spark that set it into motion. I do believe in the good of science, and I’m so humbly grateful to all within our educational and medical professions. With that being said, I know who created them… I know who gave them their gifts, and then, instilled in them the ability to use those gifts! You will hopefully soon discover that there are just some places within the human heart, where neither science nor doctors can assist.
This is the road we’ll be traveling down… through the very pathways of our heart, which by design, were created to do one thing, seek out the very heart of God! He wants us to search our hearts, to see the evidence of his passing by, flowing through, and recognize that it is He, and Only He that can truly heal all the damage done by this world. While doing so, he also redeems is from that which we have done to ourselves. Hence, the necessity of using my own personal journey and experiences, so that you might see a glimpse of Him, in how I, myself, am still standing.
I am soon to see my 56th birthday, and can no longer keep an accurate count of how many instances death has crossed my path. In every situation, I’ve witnessed first hand, as God interceded on my behalf, saving me from destruction. I wish that I could say that I was never the villain, in any of it, but alas, I cannot. Can you believe that it was nearly two years ago that I finally opened my eyes from the bottom of the well I was lying in?
God has done such a transformative work in my life, that it could fill a book… oh wait, I did write one. Well, if you’re at all wondering, one of the biggest lessons I’ve learned is that we’re often called to do a thing for God, without specific details or even any evidence of an immediate result. It was good that I wrote the book, but what happens if the one who was in need of reading it, hasn’t come to the place where they are ready to read it? I choose to rely on God’s eternal faithfulness; I shall believe in the evidence of that which is not seen! Though I thought it was of such vital importance to write at the time, looking back down the pathways of my heart, I can see that I couldn’t have been further from the truth!
As you’re well aware, choosing to live separately from the world hasn’t been a bed of roses. I made a very personal commitment to God two years ago, walking away from a great deal of what the world offers. That means, choosing a path that I knew I would have to walk alone. Removing myself from things of this world and following God has not done any favors to the few relationships I still had. Especially right now, being a follower of Jesus Christ brings a big kick me sign to wear on the back of one’s shirt. Has it helped mend the bridges I burned with my children? Nope! If anything, they dislike me tenfold, at the moment. I continue to walk forward each day, upon the edge of a knife, as my hair falls out and my health plummets.
Honestly… I wouldn’t have things any other way, if it bears good fruit, which I believe it has, is, and will continue to do. I will dwell beneath the shadow of the Almighty… and as Paul said, “count it all joy.”
Until next time, may God surround you with his love… hugs
No I don’t! Ha ha, had you there for a moment, didn’t I?
Really, I wish I did have people to help me with all my stuff… there’s too much, and nowhere for it to go.
Bottom line is… money! Doesn’t it always?!
There just isn’t any easy way for an unseen no one, such as myself, to sweet talk a stranger into seeing what I see… let alone back me, in my literary endeavors.
Oddly, God just keeps whispering, Just keep writing it. Nothing is impossible for ME!”
So, while I may not have the best skills at managing my own time, I fully trust and believe that my heavenly father is giving me a hope and a future… I’ll bet my soul on it! I can take the risk, as I’ve a Jesus card to trump all the others!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
They’re never too hard to swallow, and that takes a lot of work, my friends.
Journey With Me! 