Saturday, November 15, 2014

Joy on Trial

Wednesday I left work at 1:30 to head to a 2:00 appointment with the school guidance counselor and my high school senior about college stuff (Yikes! Not already!). As I walked around the back of my car, I noticed that my tire was flat. Rim-on-the-ground, not-getting-to-a-gas-station flat. I did what any competent, self-respecting adult female would do - - I called my husband.

"I'll just change it myself." I said to him (we'd had a car with chronic tire problems, so I have changed a few of them).

"No," he said, picturing me in office attire with heels and knit gloves crawling around on the ground on a 32 degree day. "Call the number on the back of the insurance card."

As soon as the arrangements were made, I called the school to let them know I would be missing the appointment. They patched me through to the guidance counselor who informed me that my son was already in her office and we could do the meeting over the phone. Oh, OK!

I turned on the car and warmed up my frozen toes as we talked. Forty-five minutes later, assistance arrived and I watched as my rescuers struggled to get my Suburban to release the spare tire which is mounted on the underside of the vehicle where all of the salt used to make winter travel more safe here in the Great White North had managed to seize up the mechanism. After another forty minutes of struggling, now with frozen fingers and a bent screw driver, he gave up.

"You will have to call a tow truck," he said. "When you call the insurance company back, they will probably send me. It will take me 45 minutes to get back to the shop to get the tow truck, and another 45 minutes to get back." he explained as he described how insurance-initiated assistance works. I decided to call a closer place though it was not on the insurance list, knowing that I would have to pay the fee myself and wait for reimbursement from the insurance company.

"We are so busy with tires that we will be working until 8:00 tonight, but I will call my dad. He used to own this company, and retired 14 years ago." the local guy said. An hour later a delightful older gentleman arrived. "Where do you want to go?" he asked. "I can take you home or where ever you want."

I had been to my local mechanic for an oil change the day before and had mentioned that my husband wanted new tires on the Suburban. The mechanic looked at them and said that Hubby was right - he wouldn't haul kids around with those tires through the winter, either. "Everyone wants their tires done right now because bad weather is coming this week, but I can do it Monday." he had said, and he ordered the tires right then.

I named the mechanic's shop and said, "Bring me there. I have an appointment with him for tires on Monday, but he said that he might be able to do it as early as Friday afternoon."

I called the mechanic to let him know that we were coming, and he informed me that my tires had already arrived! He would bump another project and do it first thing in the morning. "I take good care of my regulars." he explained.

I told my husband where I was, and asked him to pick me up on the way home. FIVE HOURS after discovering the flat tire, I finally arrived at home.

* * * * *

 A while ago my Aunt told me that people stop praying because we think that God is not answering our prayers. I had been feeling that way because I don't see anything happening on my one big prayer (a story for another day). A few weeks ago, I decided that it was time to get out my One Thousand Gifts notebook again, and document the small ways that I can see God working in my life. It is an amazing discipline - it opens your eyes!

All through this inconvenient ordeal, I could see God:

219. The roadside assistance dispatcher asking first if I was in a safe place - yes! Yes I was.
220. I did not have to miss the school meeting.
221. I could not have changed that tire if I had tried!
222. A kind man called out of retirement just to help little me.
223. New tires already ordered, in, and ready to be put on.
224. The mechanic doing it the very next day - a day in which I had no where to go.
225. Proper tires JUST before the first snow of the season.
226. Being able to see, even while I was in the midst of the awkward situation, that this was God's will for me today.

As I went to pick up my newly-tired vehicle Thursday evening, Family Talk  was on the radio and I heard the testimony of Bobbie Wolgemuth's struggle with cancer. "Our Joy is on trial" she had said to her husband when she got the diagnosis. She understood that trials are sent for a purpose in our lives - and people watch how we respond to them.
"Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing." James 1:2-4 NLT

A flat tire pales in comparison to stage four ovarian cancer, yet the principle is still the same: when we go through challenges in life, the way we respond to them shows people what we REALLY believe. If we have been even the slightest bit open about our faith, we are being watched. Our audience is wondering if Christ really makes a difference in our lives, or if it is just a bunch of empty words.

I passed this test, but how I wish that I would pass all of them  with my joy intact!

 What challenges have you been facing lately, and how has it caused you to grow? Feel free to comment on your Joy being on Trial.


Saturday, November 1, 2014

Letting Go

I feel a big life change coming, and it has inspired me to get rid of stuff. This will happen in the form of a garage sale – even though I hated the only garage sale I ever held.
I just have a strong urge to purge! I find myself walking through my house, picturing it streamlined and clean - pared down to the things that I really want and need, and free from clutter and, well, STUFF.
Today’s project was an antique trunk in which I store old linens and curtains that I don’t really use, but have saved in case I might use them again some day.
It also contains bags of my children’s baby clothes and other sentimental items surrounding their infancy. Considering that my “baby” turned 5 last week, I felt that it was time to look through those things and see what I really wanted to keep. I had sorted some of the baby clothes before, so they were in neat Ziploc bags, and the name of the child with whom I most associated the outfit was written on the outside of the bag. Soon I came across this tiny outfit:

“Why is this in Ben’s bag?” I wondered out loud to myself.
Suddenly it occurred to me – this is the outfit he was wearing when we took him for a repeat blood test shortly after he was born. The initial test had some kind of problem, so we had brought him back to the hospital and watched as they pricked his little heel and squeezed blood stain after blood stain onto a card while my tiny boy cried. Since this is usually done in the hospital nursery before the baby is released, I had not witnessed the uncomfortable event before (or since), and I choked on the lump in my throat as I held back my own tears.
I looked out the window and watched this now bigger-than-me-boy throwing a bat (instead of a ball???) back and forth to a friend in our front yard and wondered why I would hold on to something that is attached to a painful memory for so long.
I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.
Why do we hold on to things for so long?
We hold on to words spoken to us (even in our childhood), and continue to live as though those words were true. I remember a conversation I had with a new friend on the first Sunday that I sang in her church. I told her that my voice teacher in college said that I would never be a really great singer. Whenever I get up to sing, those words swirl around in my head…. and bring along an increased dose of nerves!
We hold on to the sins for which we are most vulnerable and tell ourselves that we are powerless to overcome them. Why, then, did Jesus die for our sins – if not to show us that He had power not only over death, but also in our lives?
We hold on to abuse and live as though we brought it on ourselves because, somehow, we deserved it. We seek out other abusive relationships because we still believe that somehow we deserve it.
We hold on to STUFF.  Not only stuff that is attached to bad memories like the baby outfit, but also Stuff that is attached to good memories – like my desk.
About a dozen years ago, my husband bought me a roll-top desk because I’ve always liked them. The reason I’ve always liked them is because I loved my grandfather very much and he had one. I was fascinated by the many tiny drawers, and intrigued by the mystery of what could be in each of them.

I like my desk, but I no longer use a large desk-top computer, so the extra space has become a catch-all for papers needing my attention and books needing repair. It is also cumbersome, and difficult to move – which would not be much of a problem, except that the lower level of our home flooded this year, requiring multiple desk moves. I am starting to realize that I do not need a large piece of furniture to hold on to memories of my Grandfather – and a smaller piece could serve me quite well.
After all, isn’t that what our stuff is supposed to do?
To SERVE us. Not to keep our lives so busy maintaining it, that we miss out on important moments with our kids, or opportunities to serve God.
Truth be told, I spend way too much time with my stuff. Organizing it. Picking it up. Rearranging it. Picking it up. Dusting it. Finding places to put it. Cleaning it. Picking it up…
I am ready to do with a lot less stuff in my house, and free up some of my time for more worthwhile things.
I am ready for less junk in my heart, too.
I’ve been pondering what scripture tells us to hold on to and what to get rid of.
What to get rid of:
“…let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles…” Hebrews 12:1
“Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice.” Ephesians 4:31
“Rid yourselves of all the offenses you have committed, and get a new heart and a new spirit….” Ezekiel 18:31

What to keep:
“…hold firmly to the word of life…” Philippians 2:16
“…hold on to what is good…” 1 Thessalonians 5:21
“…keep hold of the deep truths of the faith with a clear conscience.” 1 Timothy 3:9
 “…hold firmly to the trustworthy message…” Titus 1:9
“…hold firmly to our confidence and the hope in which we glory.” Hebrews 3:6 
“Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful.” Hebrews 10:23
The Apostle Paul figured out how to evaluate what was important and what was not and he shared the secret with us:

“But whatever were gains to me I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. What is more, I consider everything a loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them garbage, that I may gain Christ and be found in him… , not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God on the basis of faith. I want to know Christ—yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, attaining to the resurrection from the dead. Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already arrived at my goal, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. All of us, then, who are mature should take such a view of things. And if on some point you think differently, that too God will make clear to you. Only let us live up to what we have already attained."
Philippians 3:7-16

This should help me to know what to keep and what to get rid of!

How about you – what have you been purging from your life lately? Feel free to leave comments about your own journey.


Sunday, September 28, 2014

Free to Grieve

I keep seeing her face.

I met her only briefly at a family event at school just a scant 24 hours before the accident, and I picture her in my mind's eye - frozen in that lighthearted moment. Like the calm before the storm, in that minute when not one of us knew what trial was about to blow into her life like the Great Wind that left Job fatherless in a moment.

A week of sleepless nights in a hospital room, then her precious boy slips into eternity.

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It does not seem possible that three years have passed since I wrote The Death of a Child, yet here we are again. Two more teens from my children's school have died tragically in the past two months.

I think of the mother in the movie Steel Magnolias shouting "I don't understand" as she leaves her daughter's grave sight. No matter how many times you see that movie, you cannot stop the tears from flowing. Death is so heard to deal with, anyway. But the death of your own child...?

There are no words.

What can you say to a parent who just put their child into the ground.  As irrational as it sounds to me now, I remember thinking that I just wanted to go and dig up my son's body and bring him home - as though it had never happened. Leaving your child in the ground goes against every parental intuition. It is the worst feeling.

As odd as it may seem, grief is God's gift for coping with loss.

Death has never been God's ideal for us - His plan is for abundant life (John 10:10). But because death came hand in hand with sin (Romans 5:12), God gave us this tool to give us relief from the emotional pain.

Grief is characterized by a series of emotions including anger, sadness, denial, and even second-guessing (if only...). Unfortunately, we often try to suppress these feelings as though they are not good. Many of us who are Christians feel that it is sinful to be angry at God for allowing the loss, or believe that if you are really a Christian, you should never have any reason to feel depressed.

God is a able to handle all of our feelings. He created them!

Most people are familiar with the shortest verse in the Bible, "Jesus wept." but often do not realize that he was grieving the loss of a dear friend with the man's family - even though He knew that he was going to raise him from the dead in a few minutes!

Not only does Jesus condone grief, He felt it!

Looking back, I can recall several times when friends and loved ones, filled with compassion, said, “I wish I could take away your pain.” Yet even at that time, I had an understanding that I could not go around it.

I had to go through it.

I had to feel the loss and sadness. I had to wonder if there was something I could have done to prevent it. I had to listen to the stories of others in their pain…

…So that I would understand that bitterness is a choice and choose not to become bitter and frozen in my misery. (Job 21:25, Ephesians 4:31)

…So that I would accept that all of my child’s days were written in God’s book before the first one even started. (Psalm 139:16)

…So that I would remember that God would be able to use even something this terrible for good in my life. (Romans 8:28-29)

…So that I would heal from my pain and be able to empathize with and comfort others in their pain. (2 Corinthians 1:4)
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What would I say to a parent who has just placed their child in the ground and had to turn their back and walk away?

I would say: 
Welcome those emotions.
Cry all of your tears.
Write out all of your thoughts.
Voice all of your complaints to God (He can handle it and won't even hold you at arms length as other friends might feel the need to do at this time).
Remember that your child lived ALL of his days - and God was there for each one of them. He did not turn His back on that fateful day.
Choose not to become bitter and close yourself off to others and to God. Bitterness is toxic. No amount of time can heal that infected wound.

I would say, Give yourself permission to grieve.


Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Peace Child

Kaiyo reached down and picked up Biakadon. Alone in the empty longhouse, he held the soft, warm, gurgling body of his son close to his chest one last time. He thought of the grief his deed would bring to Wumi, but there was no other way. Kaiyo looked toward the bright doorway at the far end of the longhouse, and began to walk toward it, his limbs trembling, his visage contorted by the conflcting emotions raging within him.

Biakadon’s mother Wumi stood in the midst of the jostling, shouting crowd, absorbed in the common suspense of wondering whether there would be peace or not. Naturally if anyone would bring himself to the point of handing over a child, it would be someone who had many children and therefore would not miss one of them too badly. That was the reason it was out of the question for Wumi and Kaiyo to consider giving Biakadon.

“But,” she wondered, “where is Kaiyo?” He had been standing right there beside her a few moments before. With a twinge of unease, Wumi’s black eyes flashed toward the longhouse, just in time to see her husband leap down from the far end and begin running toward Haenam with Biakadon in his arms!

For a moment, Wumi stood frozen with shock and disbelief, telling herself it was only a coincidence that Kaiyo was heading that way with Biakadon. Then suddenly the knowledge that it was not a coincidence struck her with crushing weight. Wumi screamed and ran after Kaiyo, pleading with all the force of her soul.

But Kaiyo never looked back. His broad back kept growing smaller with distance as he raced ahead of her. Wumi felt her feet sinking in the mire of a small bog. In her anquish, she had missed the trail.

There was no hope now. He was too far ahead… With a piteous cry, Wumi let herself collapse into the slime in which she had become mired. Writhing uncontrollably, she kept repeating plaintively, “Biakadon! Baikadon, my son!”
                                                                           *   *   *   *   *

The tears ran freely as I sat in my beach chair reading these words – perhaps an odd sight at the beach. I had selected the book Peace Child by Don Richardson for my beach-read this summer, and my intrigue intensified as he set up the true story of his arrival as a missionary with an appalling description of the lifestyle and philosophy of the cannibalistic, headhunting people of pre-civilized Netherlands New Guinea (now called Irian Jaya).

I was captivated by how this author (a linguistic specialist whose initial quest upon arrival there was to decipher and document the language of the people) told the story in such a beautifully descriptive way.

I felt his frustration as he agonized over the fact that treachery was the most revered character quality – the men had been thrilled with his account of the betrayal of Jesus by his disciple Judas Iscariot. How to overcome their idea that Judas was the hero of the story? He wrestled with the thought that throughout history, God had instilled word pictures, ideas, and traditions into different cultures that could be used to explain His plan of salvation - - but as far as Don could see, this culture had nothing with which to enlighten its people.

photo taken from the book

The people seemed to want to live near to him and his family, yet it was a constant struggle to keep the animosity on an even keel. They simply could not get along! He knew that it was a just a matter of time until fighting broke out, someone was killed, and the never-ending cycle of revenge would begin again.

Finally he told them that he and his family must leave – they would not be responsible for starting another blood-feud. This announcement set off a tumult of discussion among the people, and they pleaded with him not to leave.

“Tomorrow we are going to make peace!”

No one slept that night, and Don and his wife Carol wondered what the morning would bring. As the sun rose, they were met with the shocking scene of the exchanging of infant children. Fearing the worst, Don took a young man aside and asked what was to become of the babies.

Tuan, you’ve been urging us to make peacedon’t you know it’s impossible to have peace without a peace child?”

He went on to explain that among the Sawi, every demonstration of friendship was suspect except one: If a man would actually give his own son to his enemies, that man could be trusted! That, and that alone, was a proof of goodwill no shadow of cynicism could discredit.

The knot in my stomach over the grief of the mothers gave way to amazement at how God had prepared this example in the lives of the Sawi in order to show them that He loved them so much that He sent His one and only Son to be the permanent Peace Child.
Both for them..
               ....And for ALL of us!
"For unto us a Child is born,
Unto us a Son is given;
And the government will be upon His shoulder.
And His name will be called
Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of His government and peaceThere will be no end,
Upon the throne of David and over His kingdom,
To order it and establish it with judgment and justice
From that time forward, even forever..."
Isaiah 9:6-7


Friday, August 8, 2014

Every. Single. Day.

No matter how old I get, I will always want my parents. In the past I have joked about how I knew that I was a real adult and ready to be on my own. - - It was when I realized that I could handle being sick without needing my mother!

A couple of months ago, some childhood friends lost their dad to heart problems, so when my own parents were scheduled to come out to Michigan in July, my sister and I (who live about 3 hours from each other) figured out a way for each of us to get more time with them. We had both been feeling that loss so poignantly that we just wanted as much time as we could get. Usually Mom and Dad spend a few days at each of our houses, but this time she brought her kids up here for several days so that we could all be together for part of that time.

I am glad that we did.

My amazing parents
My Excellent Parents
Last Tuesday, my own wonderful father suffered a massive stroke. By the time my Mom was able to get ahold of me, he had been in treatment for about an hour and was responding well - the prognosis was good, yet I hung up the phone shaken by the near loss of this precious man.

Over the course of the next two days, bits and pieces of the miraculous story whirled around in my head. My mom had just spent a week at my sister's house, helping her recover with a newborn baby - the stroke did not happen while she was gone. He had returned from work later than usual that day - at the exact same moment my mom arrived from her volunteer work at a nearby children's camp. If he had come home earlier, he might have fallen asleep since he was not feeling well, and my mom would not have had the opportunity to observe the symptoms. Dozens of little tiny details that all led up to a happy outcome rather than a sad one.

I've had an especially busy week bussing the kids around and, though I keep the kitchen radio tuned to the local Christian radio station, let's face it - I'm not standing in the kitchen really listening to it all day. On Wednesday, the time in the car afforded me the unique privilege of actually listening. As I drove my son to work, a man was talking about how every person has a purpose EVERY. SINGLE. DAY of our lives. He said that people in their 60s, 70s and 80s come to him thinking that their time is past. That they are too old for God to use them. He mentioned how the scriptures say that when David had fulfilled all of God's purposes for him, he died.

A verse immediately popped into my head - probably written by David, himself:

 "The Lord will fulfill His purpose for me;
your love, O Lord, endures forever."
Psalm 138:8

I knew that was a message to me about my Dad. God still has purposes to fulfill in his life.

My husband (who works in the medical profession) keeps reminding me that my dad is not simply "back to normal" and that life will not go on for him business as usual. "This is a life changing event," he says.

I know.

It will likely affect his ability to continue doing his job. But it has the potential of being life-changing in other ways, as well:

God may be freeing up his time to fulfill his purposes.

On Thursday, I went grocery shopping in the evening and caught In The Market with Janet Parshall. She had Babbie Mason on the program talking about how her life had been spared from a car accident when someone ran a red light while she and her husband were crossing the intersection. They had not felt the impact of the car, but had felt the impact of the "what if," and that had inspired her to write her new devotional (complete with music) This I Know For Sure. One song especially stood out to me.

There is a God in Heaven, and I am in His plan;
He will forsake me never, my life is in His hands.
His boundless love will lead me as long as time endures.
This I know for sure.
Babbie Mason

Click here to watch the first Bible study and listen to the song (beginning at minute 18:30).

 * * * * *

One more thought danced around the corners of my mind.

What if instead of death or a near-full recovery, God had chosen to allow my father's body to be permanently disabled, or brain damage had occurred, as often happens to victims of stroke? I could not escape the thought of this realistic possibility, and choked back tears as my mind's eye created pictures of that outcome.

Joni Earekson Tada answered that for me on her 5 minute radio program when she read these words from a listener:

“From Joni and friends devotional this morning, ‘Satan schemed that a seventeen-year-old girl named Joni would break her neck, hoping to ruin her life; God sent the broken neck in answer to her prayer for a closer walk with Him.’” And then Katherine wrote “Now here is my version: ‘Satan schemed that a 26-year-old girl named Katherine would have a massive, near-fatal stroke and subsequently become severely handicapped, hoping to ruin her life and steal her joy, but God sent the brain-stem stroke and the handicapped body in answer to her prayer for a closer walk with Him.’”
(To read or listen to the entire program, click here.)

Even if that had been the outcome, my Dad's life would STILL have a purpose for each and every day.

What about you?

Have you wrapped your mind around this concept?
God has a purpose for YOU!

"The Lord will fulfill His purpose for ME;
Your love, O Lord, endures forever."

Photo Credit: B Inspired Photography


Tuesday, July 15, 2014

"Children Tie the Feet of the Mother"

"I just feel like I'm locked in the house with kids most of the time. I crave adult conversation!" I said in response to my husband's inquiry about why I enjoy staying late after the church service has ended to chat with people. During the summer months, especially, he prefers to get outside as soon as possible. Here in the great white north we get such a short summer season that he wants to soak up every available drop of sunshine.

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For the past couple of years, I have had enough daycare children to prevent me from being involved in MOPS and other things. For a while now, I have been able to see that my children are a valid ministry for me, not an inconvenient interruption to my ministry opportunities. - - And I've been learning to view my daycare children in the same way.

 The other day, I thought of some books that I've had for several years and read before, but now I want to read them to my younger children. They are a short series of excellent, character quality books; well researched and based on the lives of missionaries and evangelists who accomplished great things for/with God. I picked up the first volume of Hero Tales and began to read.

One of my little daycare girls latched on to Amy Carmichael when I told her how, as a child, Amy had wished and prayed that God would give her blue eyes instead of brown but it had never happened. Later, she was able to disguise herself as an Indian woman and rescue temple children.

I read a story of how Amy and her group of women had a ministry traveling the countryside, sharing the gospel, but one day when she returned from traveling, a temple child came to her, seeking safety. Soon other temple children came. She wondered how she could continue her ministry - then it became clear to her that she must stay and make a home for these children. That they would be her ministry. I felt the tears well up in my eyes as I read these words:

An ancient Indian proverb says, "Children tie the feet of the mother" - meaning a mother is not free to come and go as she pleases. Her duty is first of all to her children. Amy let her feet be "tied" because she had compassion on the temple children...She let her compassion for them change her life." Dave and Neta Jackson

I thought of the one little girl, especially, and how her heart is so tender toward God right now. She comes from a very mildly religious home and soaks up every little bit of Him that she can. She is always asking me questions, choosing religiously themed books from the children's book shelf and reminding me to read the Bible to my own children if I get overwhelmed in my day and forget (she likes to sit in on this).

Most of the children who come here are from single parent homes, some broken, some never having been an intact home at all - just shifting from one "family" to another. I have been entrusted with the sacred duty to be a mother for them in their own mother's absence. My home, in some cases, has been the only stable home they have known or experienced. And my faith might be the only faith that they have seen lived out in their short lives. Already, my compassion for these children has affected my life and tied my feet.

As my youngest child heads off to school this fall, I have considered a career change. A chance to be around grown ups again. But after further consideration, it is still clear that this is where I need to stay.

And have my feet tied for a little longer...

How beautiful upon the mountains
Are the feet of him who brings good news,
Who proclaims peace,
Who brings glad tidings of good things,
Who proclaims salvation,
Who says to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”
Isaiah 52:7


Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Love Mom

When I got up this morning and turned on the living room lamp, a sale flyer that had slipped to the floor caught my eye. It was upside down from where I was standing, but I could still read the words LOVE MOM printed in large type at the top of the page.

Obviously, they want you to buy something from their store to show love for your mother, but the words of John 14:15 immediately popped into my head, “If you love me, keep my commands."

I thought of some frustrating moments over the past few days, trying to get my children to follow through on what had been asked of them.

"If you love me, keep my commands." Just seven simple words, yet they sum it all up.

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My children are old enough now to understand Mother's Day, and they always want to do something special for me on that day. They give a gift, they make dinner so I don't have to cook (usually with a great deal of help from Dad), and they are extra sweet...

On THAT day.

I realized this morning that what I really want for Mother's Day is the essence of those seven simple words.

"If you love me, keep my commands."

I don't want a gift - I want obedience.

I don't want a special dinner - I want help with dinner each day.

I don't want platitudes on a special day - I want peaceful attitudes every day.

It occurred to me that that is exactly what my Heavenly Father wants from me!

In 1 Samuel 15:22-23 God is speaking to King Saul through His prophet Samuel. Saul has willfully defied God, yet he believes that he can still just put on an aire of worship and everything will be fine. This is what God has to say about it:

But Samuel replied,
“What is more pleasing to the LORD:
your burnt offerings and sacrifices
or your obedience to his voice?
Listen! Obedience is better than sacrifice,
and submission is better than offering the fat of rams.

Rebellion is as sinful as witchcraft,
and stubbornness as bad as worshiping idols.
So because you have rejected the command of the LORD,
he has rejected you as king.”
1 Samuel 15:22-23

God does not want me to sing praise to Him on Sunday and ignore Him on Monday.

He does not want me to say I trust Him, but stay awake at night worrying.

He does not want me to obey when I think that someone is watching,
but compromise when I think I am alone.

He wants me to LOVE Him

 - - and PROVE it by the way that I live...

In the same way that I want my children to love me.

"If you love me, keep my commands."


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