Words Overheard

I was sitting in my local coffee establishment the other day, tucked away in a sunny corner sipping my non-fat latte when I over heard these words from a woman to her male colleague:

“Girls who have sex feel something in their hearts. It’s not just hello, goodbye. This generation, they feel nothing. For them it’s like going to Starbucks and ordering a coffee: “You want to have sex?” “Sure.”

Such sadness I heard in that mother’s voice from deep in her heart. She wanted something more for her daughter. Respect. Relationship. Commitment. Something down deep that she has recognized is missing. She’s heard it when she listened to her daughter talk about her friends. “So and so went home with K last night.” “Are they serious?” mom asked. “No” said the daughter with a laugh in her voice. “People just sleep together, mom. There’s no relationship, no strings.”

Mom is reflecting on what her daughter has said to her. She wonders, ‘is my daughter doing this too?’ She sees no emotional attachment whatever from them. She wants to know ‘What is this generation thinking?’

There was no way I could interject myself into the conversation that day. They moved on to talking about their professional lives after they left the subject when the male colleague commiserated with her saying that he just didn’t understand what they were thinking either. He expressed what it was like for boys when he was growing up. Words like respect, in the locker room and other words came from his mouth. No help there. I could see it in her eyes when she looked up, her reflection in the window.

 What I could do I did.

 I have become a clandestine pray-er. When I’ve heard things or saw things occur I’ve turned to the Lord to ask for provision for that person.  There have been occasions when I’ve been able to insert myself into conversation, but that was not to be that day. My heart was breaking for this mom. Her child is an adult, she can make her own decisions. Yet this mama’s heart recognized that what was happening was not right.

These parents are concerned for their children and their hearts; yet they do not understand what is missing because they themselves are missing Him in their own lives. In the end, because they have no answers, they will throw up their hands and claim they just don’t understand.

But, I’d like to say this to that young woman, to any young woman, be she 16 or 26:

“Hey there, sweet thing, you there, with your whole life ahead of you. There’s vast horizons ahead, full of hope and dreams of success. I see the anticipation in your bright eyes for what’s to come. I also see something else there, in the corner of your eye peaking out; the desire to be loved but not sure where to go or who to go to.  You look up. Across the room, I see it. Your eye catches his.

That one there–him.  Your heart whispers: ‘Would he love me?’ or ‘Would he use my body and walk away?’

Would you even realize that he had taken something from you that you don’t know how to get back? Will you be stolen from, like your friend there? I see it in her eyes, too- it shows behind that all-together look she presents to the world. I also see bewilderment-wondering how she ended up where she is and is this all there is?  She’s whispering to herself: ‘I guess I’ll always feel this way. That’s just how it is in this world.’

Oh dear one, there’s more, so much more for you. I don’t know you. I probably won’t ever even pass you on the street. But I can pray for you, for your friends, for your hearts to be protected by His love and grace. For someone to bring that word you are longing to hear-He Loves You, He Made You, He has a plan for You, He won’t ever leave you. He can take those feelings away and give you new feelings and He can remove that insecurity forever. You are His Child and don’t know it. Yet.”

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5: 6-8

My friends, become a clandestine pray-er with me? You may be the only person who prays for someone today.

 

St. Paddy’s Day

I know the day is almost over but i must share my favorite quote attributed to St. Patrick.

It is a portion of a prayer said to be his. I first came across this several years ago in England. We visited a small church that had beautiful note cards for sale for missions by the door.  This one touched me, not just for the beautiful scroll work around it but for the prayer itself:

Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me,
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.

I bind unto myself the Name,
the strong Name of the Trinity,
by invocation of the same,
the Three in One, and One in Three.
Of whom all nature hath creation,
eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
praise to the Lord of my salvation,
salvation is of Christ the Lord.

The thought of being surrounded inside and out with Christ was so powerful to me and has stayed with me through the years since. May you be blessed by the reading of it. 

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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