Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Lessons from Emma

   Just after returning from helping to care for my newborn granddaughter, I sat in my prayer chair once again and saw before me her tiny trusting face, looking intently into my eyes as if to say, “I am entrusting myself to you without fear, for I know you hold me securely and you love me. I am content to go wherever you take me.”  She later fell asleep, resting against my heart and I thought mine might break with love for her.
   God reminded me upon my return that this is how He loves us:   “Emma doesn’t work for her food or work to be loved.  She doesn’t strive to be successful. She is loved.  She is...and she is loved....You are to be like her, looking into My eyes, knowing I have you secure in My Arms. Trust Me to have chosen—and to choose—what is best...Remaining humble will help keep you tethered to My Peace.”
   This is how He cares for us. This is how He longs for us to trust Him...abandoned entirely and absolutely to His tender, loving care. I would never have allowed little Emma to fall from my arms, even if I had to allow myself to be broken to prevent it.   (Isaiah 53:5)
   We trust man and distrust God.  How ironic. We look to other humans for our fulfillment, our help, our contentment, yet we say, “Why did God let this happen? Why did He do this to me? He must not love me. I must not be important to Him.  He doesn’t care about me. He cares about others, but not me. He is unjust and unequal in His treatment of us.  Or He is not powerful or wise enough to intervene.
   How we malign Him, if we think He doesn’t love us as I love baby Emma...and so very much more. How interesting that Emma's middle name is Grace. God doesn’t require us to comprehend, only to trust. Emma cannot see clearly beyond the borders of her mother’s face. The rest of the world exists like an Impressionist painting. Her mother and father are her world...their voices known from the womb.  May it be so with us. May our Father be our world, our reality...and the world dim and hazy beyond His face, as we hear His voice singing over us.

“And a little child shall lead them...” (Isaiah 11:6)
“Unless you become like one of these, you shall not enter the kingdom...” (Matthew 18:3)

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Seeds

I always receive so much by listening to Andrew Wommack (Gospel Truth, Nov. 9). He always challenges me out of any complacency I consider accepting.   He also makes me laugh. This week he was discussing the concept of the Seed.   Since I am also awaiting with great anticipation the ‘outside’ arrival of my granddaughter (she actually arrived 9 months ago), it seemed especially poignant to consider the beauty and strength God creates from a seed.

Interestingly enough, my daily Bible reading simultaneously landed upon Jesus’ reference to the mustard seed and all the potential the Father placed within it, though it is so tiny as to be almost unnoticeable.  I remember decades ago reading a wonderful book called Poustinia, from which I retained a strong visual image of an extremely large tree, solid and firmly rooted, with birds and other animals resting in its branches and humans doing likewise underneath.  Catherine Dougherty challenged us to become such trees, having developed fruitfully throughout our lives in both the stillness and friendship of God’s presence.

Some of us lament our age; others rejoice in it.  I believe we should always choose the latter, whether we are in the first few decades or the final quarter. Young, middle-aged, or seniors, we can aspire to be such trees. We seniors should exult in what God has wrought in us through the decades. We should offer respite to others of any age. Let's give that solace, peace and hope which result from keeping company, through trials and triumphs, with the One who created us...the One who has gradually taught us wisdom and humility through the years.

The seeds He gave man at the Creation held within them the life of future plants similar to themselves, yet never exactly the same; He is such an artistic Creator. The unique secrets and potential he encased within all of us only develop into the beauty He planned, when we allow Him to tend, guide, and prune us along the way.

We don’t have to understand and foresee it all; we just have to trust Him that He will cause everything to flower in its time, if we cooperate with Him.  Things which seem impossible, inconceivable, and even ludicrous, become reality when we trust in Him with a pure heart and allow Him to transform us and others near us in the garden. One plant sends seeds drifting onto others and onto ready soil, where it springs up to in turn bear fruit, bringing life and health with it.

Unfortunately, seeds not planted by God can also follow the same pattern, bringing forth evil, which we thoughtlessly spew forth in the form of criticism, judgment, and negativity. Bitterness is a tare with deep roots.
Let's be awe-inspiring mustard trees, pointing upward. Let's invite others to rest under your branches, no matter how old you are. Ask God to help you rid the ground beneath you of any tares which might lead others astray. Don't let them be confused by the uncomfortable, lumpy ground beneath them. Don’t let them come for rest and find discord. Be the kind of tree whose branches remind them of the Everlasting Arms.  And while you’re planted there, grab his hands and pull those arms about yourself, too. You’ll make Him smile.
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“The Kingdom of Heaven is like a mustard seed which a man takes and sows in his field. 32 It is the smallest of all seeds, but when it grows up it is larger than any garden plant and becomes a tree, so that the birds flying about come and nest in its branches.”   Matthew 13:31-32.

For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God.  -1 Peter 1:23 (unlike verse 24)

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Home

     This morning as I write from my tiny place in this tiny town, I know I have settled into Home. He has blessed us with multiple places to live, according to our needs, as He is wont to do.  With each successive fit of worrying, He has patiently reminded me that He has always cared for me, for us, and always will. And where He is, is always home.
     Staying with kind and generous friends for the better part of a year has been a great blessing, where I was offered lovely and hospitable homes, as a guest.. There He was, in the midst of them. Now He has helped me nest into this home, seemingly of my own. Yet, I realize, I am still a guest.  A guest of My Father. It is nice to have a corner on this coast to call our own, but truly nothing is our own.  Everything comes from His generous hand and belongs to Him.  He lets us enjoy it; He wants us to enjoy it; but it isn’t ours.
     What makes this home is that He has offered it to us out of His goodness and that He dwells here with us. He makes the humble places...and people...beautiful. He invites us in to rest. He offers His hospitality to the weary traveler, saying, “Stop awhile and enter into the habitat of My heart. You’ll find rest here, and if you choose to stay, a Home for eternity.”