Sunday, October 9, 2011

Day Twenty One - Fragile


frag·ile  adj \ˈfra-jəl, -ˌjī(-ə)l\

easily broken or destroyed 
constitutionally delicate : lacking in vigor


Synonyms: breakable, delicate, frail, frangible.  
Fragile implies extreme delicacy of material or construction and need for careful handling 

I am fragile. We, as a human race, are fragile, whether we want to admit it or not. We need to handle each other carefully. We need to think carefully before we speak, so our words are not arrows that wound. We are fragile packages, needing careful handling. 

We are much like fragile flowers, beautiful, delicate and yet easily damaged. Our fragile petals are thin, yet that thinness, allows the light to radiate through us. May God's light shine through our fragile hearts. 





Saturday, October 8, 2011

Day Twenty - Made For Another World

Such peace here in the country. Perhaps I could, perhaps I should consider putting roots down here... My roots are planted here, in a sense. Mom and Dad live here, where country quiets me. Sister and her hardworking man, are planted in country soil. Dad's 79th birthday was the reason for the drive south, out of Atlanta and into rolling hills. There were numerous other things I could've done and people I could've been with today, but Dad and Mom beckoned. So, I listened. I'm glad. My younger sister and her country man joined us. Simple company, a simple meal. It satisfies.

The more than two hour drive cleared my mind with nature's patterns to calm me... bales of hay all orderly, rows of corn warm with late afternoon glow, shadows growing longer in the midst of pecan tree orchards, white clouds floating above green pastures, weathered barns and endless white fences, country roads winding, disappearing over hills...  This country-like beauty, reminded me of heaven on this glorious autumn afternoon. 

A longing began to settle gently, resting a while in my soul. A longing for my real home. I'd left home with heavy burdens, but they were lightened along the way as the road twisted and turned. I long, I yearn, especially at times like this, for my heavenly home...to shed earth's ragged clothes for heaven's dress of white. To look deep into Jesus' eyes... that will be my true home. To run into His arms, warm with heaven's light. He is my true home. No more tears... I can't imagine that. I'm not able to go there in my mind, not yet. For now, I am here on this country soil and God will give me grace to live each day.

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”
― C.S. Lewis

I sooo wish I'd brought the connecting cord for my Nikon with me. Here, I could add a photo of this beautiful country day. 



Friday, October 7, 2011

Day Nineteen - Being Fed

Today, misty-eyed, I received food from a ministry to help those who are struggling in this economy. It was humbling. I am struggling and almost out of money, but not hope. Hope is being renewed daily. The food was provided through Trader Joes. www.traderjoes.com

I was able to share the food with my next door neighbor because I received so much, overflowing and more than enough.

Your words were found and I ate them, And Your words became for me a joy and the delight of my heart; For I have been called by Your name, O LORD God of hosts. Jeremiah 15:16. 

May I, may you, long for God's Word as our bread...as our sustenance. May we find God's Words and EAT them, meditate on them and may they become for us, a joy and the delight of our hearts. Jesus is the bread of life and He desires for us to be fed by Him. 

John 6:35 And Jesus said unto them, I am the bread of life: he that comes to me shall never hunger; and he that believes on me shall never thirst.

I am thankful today for bread; for both physical food and spiritual food.

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Day Eighteen - A Birthing Process





Birthing a baby... it’s a process. 
Usually it’s around a nine month process for humans, give or take a few days or weeks. The last month especially, we are sooo ready to get our babies out into the world. We are heavy with our burden. We ache. We are stretched beyond what we thought possible... in our skin and our endurance. 
Don’t hate me when I tell you that I had all four of my boys at home, without pain. (yes, it was uncomfortable, but not painful.) I had them at home on purpose. Each home birth was prefaced by months of fervent praying and speaking God’s promises out loud. Each of my boy’s births were very blessed, though some had a few challenges, all went well and all my children were born with joy and are healthy! 
So, back to being stretched. Stretched beyond what we can imagine. (Some women, unfortunately end up with a souvenir of sorts from this season of their skin stretching; they are called stretch marks.) As we carry our unborn children we are often challenged in many ways. We experience morning sickness, back aches, tiredness and working through how all these things affect our husbands too! 
When the day finally arrives for our babies to leave the womb world and join this world, the real birthing, or labor process begins. Experiences during labor vary greatly from my easy home births to days of painful labor that are excruciatingly difficult and seem to never end. Some women go through days of labor that push their physical and emotional limits. The most emotional and challenging time is usually during what is called transition. Transition is the most intense part of labor and usually painful and emotional. The contractions that are a part of the preparation that helps the baby emerge, are stronger and closer together during transition. It can be extremely difficult to manage all the emotions and the pain that some mothers experience during this time. 
As I experience this time of challenge and intense difficulty in my life, I believe that Jesus has been gently reminding me that what I, and many others I know, are going through, is like the birthing process, especially transition. We are being stretched beyond what we could ever imagine. Some may end up with spiritual “stretch marks” they will have forever. 
When a woman is laboring to bring forth her child, almost always, she needs encouragement and coaching to keep going, when she’s pushed to her limits. A husband’s touch, prayers and love carry a woman through labor and delivery, if she embraces her husband’s presence. The same need for encouragement applies to those of us going through our own spiritual birthing process. Jesus is our husband and coach in all we have to work through, if we allow Him and embrace His presence.
There comes a joyous time in the birthing process when the woman is finally able to push! The length of time she pushes, depends on whether it’s her first child or 5th, of course. Soon her baby’s head begins to emerge. It’s a sign that the end of the process is near and the baby is about to be born! She wants to push even more now that the end is near! Yet the pushing needs to be controlled so she doesn’t cause herself more pain. This reminds me so much of how we need to ask for grace to be self controlled as we go through our own spiritual birthing process, especially as we near the end and the victory is about to be celebrated. 
So, a mom pushes and presses, through blood, sweat and tears, and finally her baby is born!
A mom feels such a wide range of emotions after her baby is born: euphoria, awe, pride, disbelief, excitement (to name but a few), and, of course, intense relief that it's all over. Exhausted as a new mom may be, she also probably feels a burst of energy, and joy. 
When we emerge on the other side of an intense spiritual labor and birthing process, we will experience similar emotions. I believe, especially we will be in awe of our Father God for helping us make it through the process and we will feel intense relief that it’s all over. 
Recently, I’ve been stretched and exhausted from the birthing process I’ve been experiencing. For a while this afternoon, I forgot my own struggles. I listened to a friend of mine share with me his own birthing process; it's more difficult and exhausting than my own. I sensed he is in "transition" and he is nearing the end of the process, but he is weary and is close to giving up. May Jesus be his coach and loving, encouraging “husband” who will help him push through to the end... to the moments he can celebrate, in awe of what was born through the birthing process, because of God’s grace.

I press on toward the goal for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14


Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Day Seventeen - One Step at a Time



All I can do right now is put one foot in front of the other and 
keep walking, slowly...

trusting, 
learning, 
resting.

Working out my salvation
with fear and trembling...


In my heart, I plan my way, but the Lord directs my steps.

A man's heart plans his way: but the LORD directs his steps. Proverbs 16:9
 


Monday, October 3, 2011

Day Sixteen - At the End of Me

I am weary. He who began a good work in me will complete it.

Answer from unemployment today was no. Job possibility I interviewed for two weeks ago is not a possibility anymore.

I acknowledge I cannot do this in my own strength. There isn't any strength left.
I will put my hope in God. He is my husband. He cares.

I will watch God work on my behalf.
I will wait on Him and learn to rest.