Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prayer. Show all posts

Saturday, May 10, 2014

Mom, God's got this

     My dreams turned to nightmares. I awoke with a start. The room was dark, and my husband snored softly, but I was wide awake. My daughter floundered in hurt and denial.

     Wednesday night’s class was about the breakdown of love between mothers and daughters and the resulting scars. While sitting in the class, I’d been convicted. Perhaps my daughter’s anger at me came from the judgmental attitude I had toward her—the same condemnation I had felt from my mother. Two days had passed since that class, and I had yet to act.

     At two in the morning, I crept out of the bedroom and to our computer. I typed a letter to my daughter. With every word, a tear fell to the keyboard. When temptation caused me to remember what she had or hadn’t done, I deleted and focused on my actions.

     When the letter was finished and reread, I folded it and put it in an envelope ready to mail.

     Last week, a devotion book had been first to call me to repentance for not forgiving my daughter for her lifestyle. Obviously, God had to hit me over the head several times before I’d act.

     I chuckled at that thought. “I’m learning, Lord.”

     Shadows danced on the wall from the moon shining through waving trees outside our windows. The smell of roses permeated the house. My husband and I celebrated our forty-sixth wedding anniversary yesterday.

     “Teach me, Lord. Forgive me as I forgive my daughter.”

    Last Sunday, the preacher used the text Matthew 28:20 KJV

“…..lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.”   To the Christian who has walked away from God, Jesus still stands close, ready to embrace and heal.

    My head rested against the chair. As I floated in a half-awake state, a vision drifted through my mind. Jesus followed my daughter into a bar and sat on the next stool waiting in case she turned to Him. Though I could no longer protect my child from harm, Jesus could go wherever she went.

    My eyes drooped. When I went to bed, my body sunk into smooth sheets. The love of my life covered me with his warm arm. God filled me with peace. My supplication had been heard. Thank you, Jesus.

 I wrote this six years ago, but God prompted me that someone needed to read it today. I'm seeing God working in my daughter's life. I'm still working at leaving my children in His hands. He's faithful.   

Sunday, November 17, 2013

A Verse and a Thought

If life were a baseball game, heaven would be the championship.

My grandson -playoffs last year.

Salvation would be first base..

Prayer would give you a home run..

The practice of praying would be the discipline of the batting cage.

And he spake a parable unto them to this end; that men ought always to pray, and not to faint.
                                                                                     Luke 18:1

Fans would represent those that encourage us, but in life, unlike a baseball game, there are no spectators.

Each of us plays the game. We win or lose depending on our prayer life.

Are you needing more batting practice?

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Ask the True Expert

We can't always trust our GPS. The helpful instrument is only as good as the information entered and the updates added. Sometimes, that can be wrong.

When my husband and I headed off for our trip to Yellowstone, our first stop to spend the night was Raton, New Meixco. A friend recommended a small RV park there by the name of Summerlan. We entered the address into our GPS and followed the directions. We came into the town on Highway 87. The sweet, feminine voice of our GPS advised us to turn right in one quarter mile. After that distance, the right turn entered Highway 25.
      Our guide told us to take that first exit and go over the interstate highway.
      "Ah, I said, it must be on the other side of the interstate."
      But, on the other side was other businesses, and no RVs. We again reached Highway 87 at the corner of the McDonalds Restaurant. Then, we spotted the sign that gave the street name: Cedar St., the street address of Summerlan RV Park.
     Our GPS guide remained silent.
    "I'm taking it," my husband said. After all, there was no street on the other side of 87 and the GPS had told us to turn right.
     So, we turned.
    We drove...and drove...and drove, but found nothing but residential.
    "The numbers are getting smaller," my husband said. "We're lost."
    When all else fails, call the source, so I dialed the number for Summerlan RV Park. A nice lady understood exactly what happened. She tried to explain it, but her directions were contrary to our
GPS.
     "I'll stay on the line," she said with a sensitive, thoughtful voice. Her words guided us to the other side of Highway 87, the other side of Highway 25 and to the left.
     There before us spread a small, but welcoming sight, Summerlan RV Park. Though it was raining, that sweet lady met us with an umbrella and helped my husband inside to sign the papers and get our RV space for the night. She may not have had the tech knowledge wrapped up in a GPS, but she owed the park and knew all about it.


A friend's backyard which makes a wonderful place to talk with God.


Sometimes, it's like that in life. Burdened down with depression or turmoil, we seek help and follow advice from so-called experts. We read books on the topic, we listen to speeches, we counsel with ones who supposedly have the answers. When all else fails, we read our Bible or pray. The true expert (God) created us and knows all about us. His answers, His advise, His directions will always be correct.

This is not to say that psychiatrists, psychologists, social workers, preachers, teachers, or authors who are expert in their field don't have a place or a need. Our GPS has been our guide in several cities in the past. Without it, traversing unknown area would've been difficult. My point is that to be sure the help we receive is right, we must go to the source.

To the point above, I add this footnote. I'm one of those so-called expert authors. My book Divine Dining: 365 Devotions for Healthier Weight and Abundant Wellness gives advice for losing weight God's way. My own weight loss journey makes me an "expert." However, if you suffer from compulsive overeating, seek out the Bible and talk with God to be sure of getting wisdom for your unique lifestyle.


Are you faced with a problem today that you might need to ask guidance from the true expert?

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Little Is Much

But me, I have little to offer
Though I follow the Lord's command
But even little can be much
When put into Jesus' hand.    

Jesus changes things. In His hands, small insignificant seeds of obedience flourish and a small amount of bread feeds thousands.    
 

 
God magnifies little changes in anything we do. When I viewed my two-hundred-fifty pound body, losing enough weight seemed like a colossal feat.

I reached the point where I admitted my powerlessness and turned the problem to the Lord. In His hands, it's amazing what can be accompished. Change what you can, and wait for God to move.

God is the author of growing small things into big and big things into small. Look at the seeds we plant that become mighty crops. God points out the smallest seed of all as His example.


Then came the disciples to Jesus apart, and said, Why could not we cast him out?

And Jesus said unto them, Because of your unbelief: for verily I say unto you, If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain. Remove hinder to yonder place; and it shall remove, and nothing shall be impossible unto you.
                           Matthew 17:19-20

    My positive thinking (believing I can do it) is as a mustard seed in the hands of the Lord.
Thought to remember:

Food is not the cure for your pain.

Freedom, not bondage, is what we seek.
 
I asked my Divine Dining class this week what changes they'd made since we started the class to help them live a healthier life. Here's a few of the answers.
    1. I start my day with prayer.
    2. I've stopped eating after dinner except for maybe a fruit.
    3. I'm eating smaller portions and more vegetables.
    4. I think I'm more conscious of how important it is to God.
WHave you made small changes? What others can you start? Has God helped you accomplish something big? Let me hear from you.