Tuesday, July 22, 2008

God's Own Sanctuary

My husband and I took a short trip to the mountains of Colorado and New Mexico to locate our peace of mind. Somewhere along the journey of a rough 2008, we'd lost it. Along the nature trails we wandered noticing the wildflowers thrusting blooms out of a rock, butterflies sniffing one flower after another, and beaver dams changing the flow of rushing streams. The majesty of a chain of several 14,000+ high mountains made us feel small. In the flight of the tiny hummingbirds outside our room, we located our peace again.

I love the beautiful manmade sanctuaries where we worship weekly. Our own church, maintained by loving hands, gives comfort and charm and creates an atmosphere for God to move in our lives. Nature is God's own sanctuary, opening the arms of gigantic trees to welcome us, mountains to put our problems into perspective, and sturdy wildflowers that remind us God is bigger than circumstances. The one who makes the hummingbird fly against all odds controls mine and Charles' problems. Sometimes we must pause and remember that.

Are you needing a worship service in God's sanctuary? You don't have to drive to the Rocky Mountains. Perhaps a lake, small hills near your home, or in your own backyard (in the morning when it's cooler if you live in Texas) is right for you. If you're feeling overwhelmed, I urge you to seek His presence in the chapel He created Himself. He will always met us there.
God bless you all.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

Thin line between life and death

On Sunday July 6 I scared my husband. He thought he'd lost me. I, of course, only know what he told me. I've suffered from back pain for awhile with increasing difficulty of movement. That morning I literally slid from the bed and my husband pulled me up. I couldn't move, so to say my morning started out normal would be a farce. Normal routine would be to take my muscle relaxer first and then fix breakfast. Even walking hurt my back so my husband helped me get our breakfast on the table, then I dropped into my chair. We thanked God for his provision and Charles prayed God's healing on my back.

By the time I'd had two bites of eggs, I turned in my seat. "I'm sick at my stomach. I'll go sit in the recliner." I remember saying "I can't do it." The next thing I remember my husband patted me with soft words. "The ambulance is on it's way." Someone heaved my body and I vomited. A voice called to me. "Just a slight stick now," and someone stuck a needle in my hand. Two women undressed me. "There's noone here but your husband and us." After awhile consciousness began to return as my husband and my pastor prayed at my bedside. For the first time my eyes focused on people and surroundings.

My husband told me my head fell in my plate. When he lifted me back and took my plate from my lap, no color remained in my face. My mouth flew open, my eyes rolled back. Seizure type movements overcame my upper body, then I went rigid. He thought I had slipped into eternity.

Fortunately, my blood pressure rose. All tests proved okay. A freak sequence of events caused an improbable consequence. Today I'm thankful God brought me back. The experience reminded me how thin a line there is between life and death. When we're relatively healthy and active, we believe ourselves indestructable, but one second can put us in a grave with loved ones singing around us.

What would you do if you knew you would die soon? Makes you think, doesn't it. Would you spend more and more time at the office working. Would you pass up time to spend with your children or grandchildren because laundry mounted? Would you put off that phone call or letter you'd been going to get around to? Would you do something for the Lord today?

God gave me a new viewpoint. I intend to remember the lesson hopefully until I'm 112.