Because my friends read this, and many of you know each other, I'll change your names at my discretion (to protect the innocent) when recounting tales of our adventures together. Today I will write about Jane (named changed to protect her innocence) (well, I mean...) (ummm)... anyway.
In a recent email, Jane was telling me about her everyday stress, and how she took a moment to think about God and how small she is in the grand scheme of things, and how insignificant her worries and problems really are. Well, that may be all well and good for her, because she told me it helped to calm her down a little, but I immediately thought how contrary that is to my own thinking.
Naturally, I gave her a piece of my mind. And now you get to read all about it.
When I think of God, and my worries, and how much there is going on in the universe, I am amazed that HE cares about me and my worries. The Bible says it, and I believe it.
American Standard Version
1 Peter 5:7 casting all your anxiety upon him, because he careth for you.
Psalm 55:22 Cast your burden upon the LORD and He will sustain you; He will never allow the righteous to be shaken.
It doesn't say that our worries or cares are insignificant, just that God knows we have them, and knows we'd love to be rid of them, and wants to bear the burden for us. Isn't it nice knowing we don't have to carry all that junk around? Knowing all this gets me through the grieving process, day by day. It gets me through my day by day, period.
I love when I can think of some verse I heard somewhere, even if I can't think specifically what it was. In this case, I remembered a sort of phrase ("cast all your cares upon Him...") and Googled it. Immediately I was staring at a list of probably matches. One thing led to another, and soon I was learning a favorite verse all over again. I really appreciate the internet availability of verses and sermons... it's a quick and easy solution for those of us who don't know the Bible inside and out.
Also, if you're trying to encourage a friend, she can be as impressed with your biblical knowledge as Jane was with me and mine. Of course, if Jane's reading this, now she knows my secret. But only if she can figure out my complicated witness-protection identity replacement.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
This morning I took my girls to church, while Scott languished in bed with a migraine. Sam thought he better stay home and take care of Dad... which I understand he did an excellent job of, even though he spent the better part of the day at the computer (uninterrupted by envious sisters wanting their fair share of computer time). We enjoyed a relatively peaceful ride in Scott's car (such a nice change from the usual minibus circus that usually gets us places en masse).
I'm determined the reason the parking lot was so full (as were the seats when we got inside the church) was directly correlated to the fact we were running late today. If we had been running slightly ahead of schedule (as we actually do on the mornings we have nursery duty), the lot would have remained half-empty all day, and good seats would have been more than amply available. Whatever. Suffice to say, we had to drive around the lot looking for a parking space, then in the sanctuary we had to climb over people in the second row, and share seats with the little girls because there weren't enough to go around. Plus, we missed most of the songs (I didn't realize we were THAT far behind schedule!.. the clock must be different in Scott's car than in my van.)
For any of you that know Pastor Roger, you probably understand what I mean when I say he was in rare form today. For those of you that haven't had the pleasure of hearing him preach, believe me when I say there is a good chance he has multiple-personality disorder on top of his OCD and ADHD. At any rate, he was distracting himself with his little side comments, and generally amusing himself... and most of the attendants... with entertaining tangents. He is starting a series on the life of Jesus, in an attempt to renew our First Love with Christ.
Warning: I may start to sound a little preachy here. But really, I just want to share some of my own reflections.
In a powerfully simple illustration, Pastor told of the "woman of questionable repute" who enterred the house of the Pharisee where Jesus was a dinner guest. She threw all social convention to the wind, and, overcome with passionate understanding for who Christ was, she wept continually as she cleaned the feet of Jesus with her tears and her own hair. To the Pharisee, this was the same as if a dog enterred his house and started licking the feet of Jesus. He was mortified, and thought to himself that if Jesus was truly a prophet, he would know this woman's reputation.
Of course, Jesus did know who this woman was, and gave his own illustration to the Pharisee:
Two men owed another man some money. One owed 50 denarii, and the other owed 100. the man forgave both debts. Which debtor was more grateful?
Pastor went on to explain the significance of this parable, but I kind of went off in my own thoughts, and considered this very strong point. Which person is going to most appreciate forgiveness?... the one who has lived such an ideal, to-the-law life, or the one who has struggled and sinned, and then found forgiveness and love and life in Christ? I considered those people who go through life in miserable, condemnable sin... how can God forgive them? Murderers? Rapists? Theives? It doesn't seem fair that I have worked hard to live an upright, moral life, and may actually end up in Heaven with the likes of these.
But who am I to decide how good is good enough? Or how bad is too bad? Is my own sin worth forgiving? Is upright living sufficient to earn me a place in heaven? Thank God I do not have to decide. I am not the judge. And now I see that those who struggle through this earthly life with sin and depravity will be so much more grateful for God's divine forgiveness and grace and mercy.
I pray that when I encounter someone who makes me think how "good" I am, I will try seeing them through God's eyes, and love them, and know there is eternal hope. Even for them. Perhaps moreso for them. And I will try to imagine how grateful they will be to discover God's grace for themselves.
We are coming up on a discussion of my own encounters with God's grace and mercy. It is the reason I ever considered starting a blog of my own in the first place. I feel the need to get down in print things I have experienced and learned over the past couple of years. This may be the part where you cry. But like the woman at Jesus' feet, they likey will be tears of mixed emotions--- ranging from sadness and regret to great joy and passionate appreciation for who Christ is and what He can do in the lives of those who merely ask to be used.
If you glimpse my Jesus, and realize that First Love, I will have exceeded my hopes for the success of this blog.
I'm determined the reason the parking lot was so full (as were the seats when we got inside the church) was directly correlated to the fact we were running late today. If we had been running slightly ahead of schedule (as we actually do on the mornings we have nursery duty), the lot would have remained half-empty all day, and good seats would have been more than amply available. Whatever. Suffice to say, we had to drive around the lot looking for a parking space, then in the sanctuary we had to climb over people in the second row, and share seats with the little girls because there weren't enough to go around. Plus, we missed most of the songs (I didn't realize we were THAT far behind schedule!.. the clock must be different in Scott's car than in my van.)
For any of you that know Pastor Roger, you probably understand what I mean when I say he was in rare form today. For those of you that haven't had the pleasure of hearing him preach, believe me when I say there is a good chance he has multiple-personality disorder on top of his OCD and ADHD. At any rate, he was distracting himself with his little side comments, and generally amusing himself... and most of the attendants... with entertaining tangents. He is starting a series on the life of Jesus, in an attempt to renew our First Love with Christ.
Warning: I may start to sound a little preachy here. But really, I just want to share some of my own reflections.
In a powerfully simple illustration, Pastor told of the "woman of questionable repute" who enterred the house of the Pharisee where Jesus was a dinner guest. She threw all social convention to the wind, and, overcome with passionate understanding for who Christ was, she wept continually as she cleaned the feet of Jesus with her tears and her own hair. To the Pharisee, this was the same as if a dog enterred his house and started licking the feet of Jesus. He was mortified, and thought to himself that if Jesus was truly a prophet, he would know this woman's reputation.
Of course, Jesus did know who this woman was, and gave his own illustration to the Pharisee:
Two men owed another man some money. One owed 50 denarii, and the other owed 100. the man forgave both debts. Which debtor was more grateful?
Pastor went on to explain the significance of this parable, but I kind of went off in my own thoughts, and considered this very strong point. Which person is going to most appreciate forgiveness?... the one who has lived such an ideal, to-the-law life, or the one who has struggled and sinned, and then found forgiveness and love and life in Christ? I considered those people who go through life in miserable, condemnable sin... how can God forgive them? Murderers? Rapists? Theives? It doesn't seem fair that I have worked hard to live an upright, moral life, and may actually end up in Heaven with the likes of these.
But who am I to decide how good is good enough? Or how bad is too bad? Is my own sin worth forgiving? Is upright living sufficient to earn me a place in heaven? Thank God I do not have to decide. I am not the judge. And now I see that those who struggle through this earthly life with sin and depravity will be so much more grateful for God's divine forgiveness and grace and mercy.
I pray that when I encounter someone who makes me think how "good" I am, I will try seeing them through God's eyes, and love them, and know there is eternal hope. Even for them. Perhaps moreso for them. And I will try to imagine how grateful they will be to discover God's grace for themselves.
We are coming up on a discussion of my own encounters with God's grace and mercy. It is the reason I ever considered starting a blog of my own in the first place. I feel the need to get down in print things I have experienced and learned over the past couple of years. This may be the part where you cry. But like the woman at Jesus' feet, they likey will be tears of mixed emotions--- ranging from sadness and regret to great joy and passionate appreciation for who Christ is and what He can do in the lives of those who merely ask to be used.
If you glimpse my Jesus, and realize that First Love, I will have exceeded my hopes for the success of this blog.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Any comments?
You encouraged me to blog. Now where's the feedback? I mean, I know I'm sporadic, at best, but I need to know if what's here is working for you?
Just so you know, too, I am up off my deathbed, and have been busy painting the newly-refinished basement. Hoping to get the kids down there with all (and I mean all...) their stuff. Maybe someday I'll take ownership of at least the first floor of this beautiful big house o' mine.
Just so you know, too, I am up off my deathbed, and have been busy painting the newly-refinished basement. Hoping to get the kids down there with all (and I mean all...) their stuff. Maybe someday I'll take ownership of at least the first floor of this beautiful big house o' mine.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
I like to think of myself as a flexible mom.
Today I ran into my good friend, Mindy at the entrance to Kohl's. We each had our respective twelve-year-old-girls-in-search-of-Winter-Carnival-dresses (who happen to be the same size) so we changed our plans and shopped together. As I explained to Scott, one thing led to another, and four stores, five hours and easily 45 dresses (per girl) had passed. Yes, each girl settled on her it dress, and no, we did not go back to past stores to have them remove from hold all the previous "maybe" dresses.
Mindy and I enjoyed our own running commentary so much, though, we decided we should have our own reality television show. We were quite certain the whole world would appreciate following us around in our minivans, offering helpful hints and suggestions on such topics as Snacks on the Go, Quick Hair-dos for Sports, Funding Lunch with Minivan Change, Bleach, and Why You Shouldn't Buy Your White Wedding Dress at Deb if You are Already Four Months Pregnant (well, I can think of one particular person who might not fully appreciate that tip, though she certainly needed it).
Here are six things I learned today:
1) Twelve-year-old middle school girls do not love Polly Flinders. And they would hate Gunne Sax, if they even knew what it was.
2) If you are shopping in TJMaxx and run into my pastor's wife (and happen to be trying to justify a purchase), ask her opinion.
3) Mindy (the quintessential kindergarten teacher) only looks convincingly proper... she can deliver a line that'll leave you clutching your sides and gasping for air.
4) Deb in the Auburn Mall has dedicated half their store to Plus Size prom (or wedding) dresses. The other half seems to be for mini-chicks. Apparently average people just do not shop there.
5) It may quite possibly be true there is no dream of matching a shoe to Lilly's new canary yellow Winter Carnival dress.
6) Retail therapy works on killer colds!
And, since we went to town for paint in the first place, I feel compelled to mention we did find a lovely shade of beige called "Cozy Cottage." Of course, I was scheduled to spend my day painting the newly-walled basement after my quick trip to Home Depot, but I've simply run out of time. That's OK, I'm flexible... I think I'd better sit here and wait for our producers to call.
Friday, January 30, 2009
The hot question among savvy, engaged, involved parents this time of year seems to be this: Are your kids doing basketball? Now, I love basketball as much as the next Maine mom, but my kids are (at best) oblivious to the possibilities involving this beloved sport.
I've been pretty particular about what I sign the kids up for, especially during the winter months. With Scott gone all day every day, I always knew I didn't want to have to be the only one responsible for running them from one sport to the next in the snow. So, I've never signed them up for basketball. The term "maybe next year" comes to mind. Again.
That said, I should mention now that she's in middle school, Lilly is participating in three after-school activities. Cheering (sort of like basketball), Middle Connection ( a travel chorus), and a musical production practice take up every afternoon for her. Luckily, there's a late Activities Bus that brings her home Monday through Wednesday, so I don't have to run and fetch her everyday after school. I keep wanting the kids to get into skiing lessons, but I manage to miss the sign-ups every time (usually after doing the math of four kids times six or ten weeks of lessons... yikes!). Oh well, someday I'll get my act together, but for now, I'm enjoying not running around every day to this game or practice or whatever.
Kate participates in Girls Scouts one night a week. Of course, she's not in the same pack (or gaggle, or den... I don't really know what they call it) as Lilly, and neither of them is in the same club as Molly. Once in a while they'll all have some big obnoxious Girl Scout club mixer at the same time and same location. In that convenient situation, I'll try my best to drop, kiss and run... girl scouts are some of the highest-strung individuals I have ever met, and I like my blood pressure right where it is.
Sam "quit" Boy Scouts before the first meeting this year. I didn't blame him. To be polite, I'll call that group "possibly or potentially medicated."
Sophie attends the local preschool Book Club when her schedule permits. Her little group enjoys a reading of the weekly selection, followed by crafty time (with glue sticks!) and cocktails. OK, well, there aren't really any snacks, but one kid did have a sippy cup once, and you never know how desperate daycare providers are these days!
Anyway, my point is... we don't do basketball, and I've been trying to figure out why that has come out sounding like an apology all winter long! We don't do basketball. Someday we may. Or, we may end up with five cheerleaders. I truly enjoy watching these little people do whatever is fun for them. I believe I sufficiently support the local Irving and McDonald's in my running hither and yon. I'm quite satisfied with our winter thus far, and I believe my children are not unhappy.
And no, I don't want to watch your kid's basketball game.
I've been pretty particular about what I sign the kids up for, especially during the winter months. With Scott gone all day every day, I always knew I didn't want to have to be the only one responsible for running them from one sport to the next in the snow. So, I've never signed them up for basketball. The term "maybe next year" comes to mind. Again.
That said, I should mention now that she's in middle school, Lilly is participating in three after-school activities. Cheering (sort of like basketball), Middle Connection ( a travel chorus), and a musical production practice take up every afternoon for her. Luckily, there's a late Activities Bus that brings her home Monday through Wednesday, so I don't have to run and fetch her everyday after school. I keep wanting the kids to get into skiing lessons, but I manage to miss the sign-ups every time (usually after doing the math of four kids times six or ten weeks of lessons... yikes!). Oh well, someday I'll get my act together, but for now, I'm enjoying not running around every day to this game or practice or whatever.
Kate participates in Girls Scouts one night a week. Of course, she's not in the same pack (or gaggle, or den... I don't really know what they call it) as Lilly, and neither of them is in the same club as Molly. Once in a while they'll all have some big obnoxious Girl Scout club mixer at the same time and same location. In that convenient situation, I'll try my best to drop, kiss and run... girl scouts are some of the highest-strung individuals I have ever met, and I like my blood pressure right where it is.
Sam "quit" Boy Scouts before the first meeting this year. I didn't blame him. To be polite, I'll call that group "possibly or potentially medicated."
Sophie attends the local preschool Book Club when her schedule permits. Her little group enjoys a reading of the weekly selection, followed by crafty time (with glue sticks!) and cocktails. OK, well, there aren't really any snacks, but one kid did have a sippy cup once, and you never know how desperate daycare providers are these days!
Anyway, my point is... we don't do basketball, and I've been trying to figure out why that has come out sounding like an apology all winter long! We don't do basketball. Someday we may. Or, we may end up with five cheerleaders. I truly enjoy watching these little people do whatever is fun for them. I believe I sufficiently support the local Irving and McDonald's in my running hither and yon. I'm quite satisfied with our winter thus far, and I believe my children are not unhappy.
And no, I don't want to watch your kid's basketball game.
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