Patience, Have Patience

Anyone remember Quigley’s Village? Danny Lion and his sister, Lemon? Singing that song?

Patience, have Patience? Obviously, some children learn better than their mothers! 

 I received a specific message I know God meant for me to read yesterday. His gentle reminder that He knew where I was the day before and the place of patience was not its name. With a very curious crawling 8-month old grandson (think greased up bowling ball with a thousand limbs and nowhere to grasp on- he weighs 25 pounds!) and the very (every day is a party waiting to happen, and limits, what limits?) 6-year old granddaughter.

I was convicted. 

 No, not just convicted.  

I was waylaid, ambushed, smitten, yea, struck down by a statement of Ann Voskamp’s in one of her blog posts that I just happened to read{Now is not an emergency to rip through, but a moment to embrace with gratitude.}

I think I’ve spent most every waking moment of my life living like it WAS an emergency to rip through.

It was tough! Not enough sleep for several days and a road trip in the days leading up to it created a physical exhaustion which limited my ability to be kind when it was most needed, and I was counting the hours til i could collapse. I’m sorry kids!

God used her words to truly point out, in the kindest fashion, what the problem is- I gave up praying for patience years ago, decided that the only way I was going to get through the tough stuff was endurance- just get me through it, Lord, I don’t care how. And He answered me. I did. I had endurance and I got through a LOT OF STUFF. Just tucked in and trudged through the mire and mud.

 Now- “Ouch, that velvet hammer on the head hurts, Lord!”- I realize that is exactly why I need to pray for patience in the here and now! Yes, I feel like dirt, had NO patience with the darling granddaughter (duh, of course, if you don’t ask for it….). So, I pick myself up off the disastered floor from the day before yesterday and move forward and press on.

Toward Patience which is really Love by another name!

 

Ok, I’m slow. 

I get it now. 

About time. 

 

Some lessons take a lifetime to learn!

Thanks, Lord! For meeting me where I am.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 

1 Corinthians 13:4

Five Minute Friday: Beyond

Beyond…

Is that like out in the wild blue yonder? or To infinity and beyond? or is it Just beyond me!

Whatever beyond is, it is something that is “out there”. Whether actually or mentally, beyond is outside our grasp. 

So, what’s beyond me?

 

It’s beyond me…

 

 to understand why people cut across three lanes of traffic just to get to the exit and scare the creeps out of all of the rest of us who are watching.

to climb a mountain, not that I would want to- I like hiking, etc. but mountains are to look at!

to get why someone would fight getting old- we all do it- and it’s the natural order of things. 

to stop doing things I’m capable of just because I’m getting older- that’s a cop out.

to swim more than 4-5 laps in my pool- but getting better every day.

to not believe there’s a beautiful, grand order to things in this world and that all things and beings were made for a specific purpose and there is a plan! 

to understand the answer to Life, the Universe and Everything -yes, I’ve been listening to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy-road trip- and no, it’s not 42!

But, it’s not beyond me to get that The Author and Creator of the Galaxy is in control and it is His plan at work in me daily and that daily I fail some and get back up and succeed some.  

Ding.

Oh, have to add these verses they just fit too well!

 Now what I am commanding you today is not too difficult for you or beyond your reach. It is not up in heaven, so that you have to ask, “Who will ascend into heaven to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?” Nor is it beyond the sea, so that you have to ask, “Who will cross the sea to get it and proclaim it to us so we may obey it?” No, the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart so you may obey it. Deuteronomy 30:11-13

 

Sanctification

From the Late Latin sanctificārefrom Latin sanctus holy + facere to make

 

Oswald Chambers asked this question and followed it with a clarifying statement: 

“Am I willing to reduce myself simply to ‘me’ determinedly to strip myself of all my friends think of me, of all I think of myself, and to hand that simple naked self over to God?” 

“Sanctification is not something that Jesus puts into me; it is Himself in me.” 

 

 Myself only.

My self and Jesus

Everything else- gone. 

Me? 

Me not cluttered with the rest of life? 

Me ? 

Alone? 

Emptied?

To where all you see is Jesus through the transparency of me?

Only. 

 

 To be dressed in the clothes of the daughter of The King?

In the clothes He chose for me? 

Dressed as He would dress me?

So when you see me, you see Him in me.

Only.

 

 How do I let go of all of the other stuff inside?

Where You in me have the room- the ‘space’ to be You IN me?

Today, I only know that whatever You call it, I do not want some thing in me. 

I want the Some Who that is You.

You. 

Only.

 

 Teach me, Lord.

It is a struggle indeed.

It is a battle.

Drag it all. 

         All out of me.

Til there is You – and – me. 

 

 Only.

  

“If you love me, you will obey what I command.  And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever— the Spirit of truth. The world cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him. But you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.  I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.  Before long, the world will not see me anymore, but you will see me. Because I live, you also will live.  On that day you will realize that I am in my Father, and you are in me, and I am in you. Whoever has my commands and obeys them, he is the one who loves me. He who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I too will love him and show myself to him.”

Then Judas (not Judas Iscariot) said, “But, Lord, why do you intend to show yourself to us and not to the world?”  

 Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. He who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me. John 14:15-24

 

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Five Minute Friday: Enough

Today is Friday, and it’s link up again with The Gypsy Mama. The word of the week is ENOUGH.

If I had a penny (not a nickel or a dime) for every time I’ve said that word- yes, you know the rest- I’d be rich. What I’d really be rich in is, well …there are many things I’ve had enough of, but countless things I can never get enough of.

I can never get enough of… tea, England, the smell of the air when I get off the plane in London, Smokey Mountains, Grand Canyon, Chocolate-plain and unadulterated please, Sangre de Christo Mountains at sunset, sunrise on the Atlantic shore, the mizzle (mist-drizzle) rain of England in mid summer, good books, snow-on anything, especially me walking in it, the crunch of snow underfoot, cool soft breezes that lift the curtain at an open window, the Eiffel Tower at 10pm when all the lights sparkle on it making it a jewel in the night, the thoughtfulness of my husband loading the dishwasher,  looking out at the Mediterranean sea’s blue as far as I can see, Evensong in a 1000 year old church, ancient tombstone’s silent testimony of loved ones passed-the tender message left for me to read, a field of sunflowers, standing in the courtyard of an old castle looking at a tree that’s over 400 years old, touching a wall built almost 2000 years ago, the joy that conversation of friendship brings, the silent companionship of a beloved pet, the smile on my grandson’s face when I call him by my pet name for him even though he’s only 8 months old, “I love you, Nana” from all of my grandchildren, the craziness at thanksgiving,  a heart-to-heart talk with my daughter, or sons, or son in law, or daughters in law singing old hymns, sitting and looking at the Tower Bridge, seeing my grandson tuck into his daddy’s shoulder- the nook made just for him, listening to the ocean, good music, the smell of gardenias, jasmine and lavender, or a good apple pie cooking, etc.

But all these things I can’t get enough of are only the gifts from the One I will never get enough of; they are blessings bestowed on me by the Father who gives all good things. Thank you, Lord, for giving me the good gifts I love.


DING.

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Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!

If you’ve watched “Lost in Space” you know this warning. Around our house we use them whenever one of us is about to say or do something that’s going to either get us in trouble or be a problem. As some of you know, I’ve been coming to terms with my blog and what God wants me to do with this gift of writing. I’ve become overwhelmed with the whole culture of blogging I discovered exists..

Up until a few weeks ago I was blissfully unaware that any of it existed much less the influence that it has. When all of a sudden the floodgates were opened. My first awareness of this was definitely from the Lord. He opened my eyes to Allume through Tim Kimmel’s Family Matters blog. I don’t remember who posted there, but Allume was mentioned along with the conference for bloggers. I was just ramping up to what I saw my blog becoming – a vehicle to share the speed-bumps in my life and how I handled them; hoping to get some knowledge and understanding along the way.  This conference was indeed confirmation to me from Him. Yet, I wandered down a side road of information after this point; and in doing so got sucked into the “world” of blogging. Thus, the blogosphere took the wheel.  I realized what was happening the other day. My thinking came to a screeching halt and I hit reverse and got back to the road He’s on.   Hmm, this is beginning to sound like a re-telling of Cars- sorry for all the automotive descriptors! Moving right along….

 I am so appreciative for this gift of writing that I am called to do in this season of my life.  Nursing was just one season of my life. God has been training me, nurturing me, spurring me on through all of the seasons of my life so far, and I have been listening- since I first put pencil to paper to write that first line- ages ago. Now He calls me to write to/for others as well as for myself.

I’ve seen and experienced the touch that a spirit-filled post can bring. I know that God has used the words He has given for a purpose. He has granted me, and others, the art of crafting of those words to benefit someone who needs them. It is in telling our stories that we extend the human hand of Jesus. We touch that soul struggling with the same issues that we carry around.  A heart is comforted, assured, strengthened by the words given us to share by the King of Kings.

Some of us blog to deliver a product, some blog to demonstrate knowledge, some blog to use it as a stepping stone to being published, some blog to share an experience to those going through similar experiences, some blog to expose a world of hurt to the healing air, some to scratch at old scars, some to rejoice in their children, and some to reveal deep sorrow in their lives. Whatever the pull has been to blog, there’s a similarity in all of us: We would like to know that someone is out there reading our blog.

For those of us who write/blog because we are compelled by God to share this gift of words, there is real danger out there lurking.  The danger has a name: SELF WORTH. There’s a tendency we have- we are all human after all- to hold up a measuring stick beside our contributions to the world. We can soon become consumed by those stats, hits, subscribers, followers, link-ups, guest postings, re-tweets, and whatever other media opportunities are available.

We will be overwhelmed and sucked into the World of Blogging culture-unless we are armed and prepared for the attack. We only have one offensive weapon in our armory- The Sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. {Ephesians 6:17}. There’s only one weapon because we only need one.

As we write, the commission we’ve been charged with by our Lord to go to the world to make disciples, to baptize and to teach them to obey Him, becomes central to our writing. {Matthew 28:18-20}

In the age we live in, I think blogging is one tool He wants us to use to accomplish His Will (at least for me it is). We have the opportunity to touch the world with words on a page that instantly reach anywhere the internet is available. We are the Light of the World; the Salt of the Earth- that’s what Jesus calls us. We are in this world to reflect Him to those around us and to flavor the world with the unique taste of His Love. When our sight, our focus, our vision, our gaze becomes distracted by the world’s measurements we cease to be useful reflections of Him. Instead, we become stumbling blocks, caught up in self and sometimes entangling others.

I’ve been using the plural here, but I’m really reminding myself: my worth is nothing to me or anyone else unless Jesus is the one measuring. God has been using several different authors to speak that reminder to me lately as I’ve been trying things out on my blog and letting things distract me from what He wants me to share. Let me assure you-He is speaking very clearly and definitely to me.  Lately, Oswald Chambers has been a constant companion and vehicle of delivery of what God wants me to remember.  Here’s what God placed in my line of sight yesterday (emphasis mine):

“Belief in Jesus is a miracle produced only by the efficacy of Redemption, not by impressiveness of speech, not by wooing and winning but by the sheer unaided power of God.”

“Anything that flatters me in preaching of the Gospel will end in making me a traitor to Jesus; I prevent the Creative Power of His Redemption from doing its work.”- Oswald Chambers

 

I’m not a preacher. But I do have a calling and a mission that I must see through. My mission is this only: That others see Jesus in me, in the words He has given and that I may give a good account of myself every day to Him. For that’s really all that matters!

PS: if this doesn’t give you goosebumps I don’t know what will! As I was editing and adding the underscores to the words in the OC quote for emphasis, I could not get all of them to conform to one thin narrow line.  In my document the words ‘only’ and ‘prevent’ have a thicker heavy underscore that I could not fix to look like the others.  So- Message from the Holy Spirit- “This is important!” At least for me, it is.  Please tell me I’m not the only one these “messages” come to???!!!!

Five Minute Friday: Enough

Today is Friday, and it’s link up again with The Gypsy Mama. The word of the week is ENOUGH.

If I had a penny (not a nickel or a dime) for every time I’ve said that word- yes, you know the rest- I’d be rich. What I’d really be rich in is, well …there are many things I’ve had enough of, but countless things I can never get enough of.

I can never get enough of… tea, England, the smell of the air when I get off the plane in London, Smokey Mountains, Grand Canyon, Chocolate-plain and unadulterated please, Sangre de Christo Mountains at sunset, sunrise on the Atlantic shore, the mizzle (mist-drizzle) rain of England in mid summer, good books, snow-on anything, especially me walking in it, the crunch of snow underfoot, cool soft breezes that lift the curtain at an open window, the Eiffel Tower at 10pm when all the lights sparkle on it making it a jewel in the night, the thoughtfulness of my husband loading the dishwasher,  looking out at the Mediterranean sea’s blue as far as I can see, Evensong in a 1000 year old church, ancient tombstone’s silent testimony of loved ones passed-the tender message left for me to read, a field of sunflowers, standing in the courtyard of an old castle looking at a tree that’s over 400 years old, touching a wall built almost 2000 years ago, the joy that conversation of friendship brings, the silent companionship of a beloved pet, the smile on my grandson’s face when I call him by my pet name for him even though he’s only 8 months old, “I love you, Nana” from all of my grandchildren, the craziness at thanksgiving,  a heart-to-heart talk with my daughter, or sons, or son in law, or daughters in law singing old hymns, sitting and looking at the Tower Bridge, seeing my grandson tuck into his daddy’s shoulder- the nook made just for him, listening to the ocean, good music, the smell of gardenias, jasmine and lavender, or a good apple pie cooking, etc.

But all these things I can’t get enough of are only the gifts from the One I will never get enough of; they are blessings bestowed on me by the Father who gives all good things. Thank you, Lord, for giving me the good gifts I love.


DING.

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