His Plans, Not Ours

So, I thought I was supposed to speak for a MOPS group in Taylor, Michigan this morning.
Like, I was really sure that's what I was supposed to do.
As in, it's been on my calendar since last September.
So I requested the day off of work. I made sure my schedule was clear of all other obligations. Got everything ready last night to head out the door bright and early this morning (Just kidding. It was "dark" and early!) and was fully prepared to share my heart with a group of beautiful moms who need encouragement. (And maybe a laugh, or two!)
As I drove, everything was going according to plan. Including heavy traffic and occassional stops along the highway. That's just the way it is in the morning on the way to Detroit. But I had planned extra time in anticipation of the traffic, and I arrived at the church with plenty of time to spare.

The odd thing was, there were only two cars in the parking lot.

And as I walked into the church I learned MOPS had been cancelled.
What???
Because Taylor schools are closed.
Double what???
It's May 1! I have never been concerned about a snow day in May before.
Ahhh, not a snow day. Seems it rained all night in Taylor last night and there is so much flooding around town that someone thought it best to cancel school.
Thus MOPS gets the axe for the day, too.
Which means I am not going to be speaking for these moms today.
Even though I thought that's what I was supposed to do.
Even though that's what I've been thinking since September.

The thing is, as I chatted with the MOPS coordinator (Who had texted me about the cancellation, by the way. But she sent the text after I had already left home, and I don't look at my phone while I'm driving! Actually, I play music and sing to warm up my voice while I'm driving - so I didn't even hear my phone, anyway.) I realized this change of plans wasn't a surprise to God, even though it was to us. When we scheduled this date last September, God knew about the rain which would be coming last night. He knew about the flooding. And He knew MOPS would be cancelled.
The best I can figure, we planned the wrong date and God is setting it right.
Maybe there is a young mother who needs to hear my story and the work God has done in the midst of my struggles with motherhood who couldn't make it today. Perhaps she is the one for whom I have been praying - who needs to be encouraged and needs to know there is hope even when times are really hard - but her kiddo is sick and she was going to miss today. Maybe she won't even be a part of this MOPS group until next year.
I don't know.
But I know God knows.
I know He is in control.
And I am trusting Him.

So, I guess I wasn't "supposed" to speak for this MOPS group in Taylor this morning, afterall.
We're going to re-schedule for the fall, and I'm asking God to lead us to the right date.

In what ways have you seen God change your plans so you do what you're "supposed" to do?

My Sons are Making Me (Look Like I'm) Crazy

A few weeks ago I was startled when I went into our guest room and discovered that someone had been sleeping there. (The bed was "made" but not the way it had been when I last made it.) It appeared they had also taken a shower, as a towel was draped over the chair in the corner of the room. Honestly, I was a bit freaked out. It was obvious to me that someone had been in there, and I didn't know who, when, or why. My mind began to think irrational things about intruders, and somebody hiding out to get us.
Somehow, the situation didn't bother Brian as much.
He wasn't completely convinced the bed had been slept in. (I mean, seriously!!?? The pillows weren't in the right places, the pillow shams were to the side of the bed, and the decorative pillows were under them. Not to mention the comforter wasn't "square". How could he NOT see what I was seeing???) And I had already moved the towel, so that didn't impact his thoughts, either.
He kind of looked at me like I was a bit off my rocker.
Then last week happened.
We got home from our trip to see my parents on Monday, and on Tuesday I noticed the garage door opener was missing from the van. Elizabeth had used the van while we were gone and I wondered if she might have it for some reason, but I forgot all about it until I reached up to use it again on Wednesday. So I texted her to ask if she knew where it was - but she didn't. Hmmmm, that's odd, I thought, and I shared my conundrum with Brian.
Then Friday morning *poof!* the garage door opener mysteriously re-appeared right where it belongs in the van. And I told Brian about it Friday evening.
He just looked at me, with his eyebrows raised.
Then he asked, "Are you sure it wasn't there before?" And I responded with determination that I, indeed, was sure. I was NOT imagining the disappearance of that garage door opener!
Nonetheless, the look on his face said, OK, dear. If you say so. But in my heart of hearts I'm concerend about your mind. *kiss*

And now, I'll tell you the rest of the story!
Turns out a few Friday nights ago Josh's roommate invited friends over for a late-night gathering. Josh had to get up at 5:00 to go to work and, rather than putting a damper on his roommate's fun, he came over to our house at 11:30 (We were already sleeping.) and slept in the guest room. He got up at 5 and was showered and out the door by 5:30. Just forgot to leave a note or offer any other explanation about why the room looked "used". That is, until I asked him about it several days later - on the off chance that it might have been him. *ahem*
And the garage door opener?
That was Matthew.
Seems he decided to use it while we were in Florida visiting my parents and didn't remember to return it until Thursday night. Also didn't feel the need (or remember) to tell me he was the one in possession of the missing item, until I asked about it - on the off chance that it might have been him.

So there you have it.
Both of my sons doing unusual things which result in my husband thinking I'm losing my mind.
Granted, there was a time many years ago when I thought they were making me lose my mind, too.
But we're past that now.
And I'd like to think my sanity is secure. *wink*

Psalm 66:8

Praise our God, O peoples;
let the sound of his praise be heard.

Psalm 66:8

It's My Pleasure

I looked up from the cash register to greet the next guest, and I saw a very nervous young man who was leaning into the woman beside him.
He was saying over and over, "I can't do it!"
I heard her offering words of encouragement and reassurance - with a touch of exhortation - and, as I made eye contact with her, I stepped in from behind the counter to assist.
"You can do it," I said. "Come here. I'll help you."
Not sure if I saw a gentle push from his helper, or not, but that young man cautiously apporached me to place his lunch order. I asked him (as I do with everyone), "Will you be dining in with us today?"
He answered affirmatively, and I said,"Great! See? That was easy!"
He smiled.
I followed up with, "Now, what would you like to eat?"
And with that, we worked together to get his order. I talked him through selecting his meal, his drink, and making his payment. And he did it ALL without the help of his helper. He did it himself.
Later, he came back to the counter to order more fries (His helper was in the distance - farther away than she had been the first time.) and it was delightful to have the opportunity to interact with him again.
This young man, whose knees were knocking the first time we met.
Although I do not know the circumstance behind the struggle he faced in talking to a stranger in a restaurant to order lunch, I could tell mustering the courage to go through with it was a major accomplishment for this young man.
And the silent celebration I had with his helper as we made eye contact one more time was like icing on the cake. Truly, I can say It was my pleasure to serve him.

Nations and Rebels

He rules forever by his power,
his eyes watch the nations -
let not the rebellious rise up against him.

~Psalm 66:7

I hope you have been delighting in your time thinking about Psalm 66:7 this week.
Are you ready to dig a little deeper?

Almost as soon as I read this verse, my thoughts went to Ezekiel and the things I've been learning in my Precept study. Because among the things God makes very clear in Ezekiel is this: 1) HE sees what's happening (i.e. the nations cannot get away with their shenanigans), and 2) you don't want to be on God's bad side.
Go ahead and read through Ezekiel 25, Ezekiel 26, and Ezekiel 29.
Each of these chapters speaks of coming judgment on the nations.
According to 25:3 and 6, why was God bringing judgement on Ammon?
What does 25:8 give as the reason for His judgement against Moab?
What was the error of Edom's ways in 25:12?
According to 25:15, what did Philistia do wrong?
Why was God against Tyre in 26:2?
According to 29:3 and 9, what did God have against Egypt?
How do these verses relate to Psalm 66:7?

There was a lot of pride, vengeance, and haughtiness among these nations, don't you think?
Could we classify them as rebellious???
It's very easy to read about the nations and see the fault in their ways, but I don't think God gives us His Word for the purpose of seeing what's wrong with others.
How is your heart today? Is there any rebelliousness in you from which you need to turn?
Ask His Spirit to open your eyes and cleanse you from unrighteousness as you confess your sins to Him.

The Survivor

My husband and I were gone for Easter weekend.
We had the delightful opportunity to go to Florida to visit my parents, and my sister and her family.
It was a wonderful treat!

But when I got home Monday, I found this:

The daffodils are lovely, but do you see the tulips???
Of course you don't.
Because some little critter ate them while I was in Florida, not watching over them. *grrrrr*

Indeed, some nasty little critter ate my tulips right down to the ground. And I was so angry!

But yesterday when I got home from Bible study and looked with sadness at my would-have-been-beautiful-pink-flowers-probably-blooming-on-Mother's-Day, I saw this:

Do you see it???
One tulip survived the vicious attack of the unknown critter!

And my heart feels so happy!!!

In a world of chewed-on tulips, may you find your surviving bud today.

Psalm 66:7

He rules forever by his power,
his eyes watch the nations -
let not the rebellious rise up against him.

~Psalm 66:7

It's My Pleasure

So I started this It's My Pleasure series with the intent of sharing weekly reflections each Friday about my experiences working at Chick-fil-A.
But today is a different kind of Friday.
And I'm reflecting on different kinds of thoughts.
Today is the day which is recognized by the Church as Good Friday. The day we set side to specifically remember Jesus' death on the cross - His sacrifice for our sins.
His death for our life.
His suffering for our salvation.
Even as I sit here contemplating the words to write my heart aches for the reality that it was MY sin - not just "our" sin, but MINE - which sent Him to the cross.
My heart aches because I know the descriptions in the Bible, even the portrayals of the crucifixion in movies (as gruesome as they may be) cannot come close to depicting the reality of the pain and suffering Jesus went through as He bled and died for us.
For YOU.
For ME.
Do you get it?
Jesus didn't deserve to die!
He lived a perfect, sinless life. Eternity in Heaven was HIS for the taking. It's what HE deserved.
But He came to earth for another purpose. He came to show us how to live. And He came to suffer and die on our behalf. (Yes, this has me thinking about Psalm 66:5 again.)
Jesus didn't deserve to die, but He came and He did it anyway.
Because of God's love for His creation.
He knew His sacrifice would result in new life for everyone who receives Him.
And as I was contemplating this post it occurred to me how fitting it is with the title of this series.
Because - at the risk of sounding cheesy - I propose that when I say, "Thank You, JESUS, for sacrificing Yourself so I might have new life!" He may very well respond by saying, It's My pleasure.

For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.

~Hebrews 12:2

Thank you, JESUS!!!

From the Sea into Dry Land

Have you been thinking about Psalm 66:6 this week?

He turned the sea into dry land,
they passed through the waters on foot -
come, let us rejoice in him.

Today I want to invite you to spend time studying the event behind that verse - as one of the awesome works God has done in man's behalf (Ps.66:5).
You'll find the account in Exodus 14.
And, actually, the thing I'm going to invite you to do will take a little while. But I promise - it will be so worth every minute you put into it!
Go ahead and print Exodus 14 so you can write all over it.
And now? Gather four different colored pencils or pens.
Just as we see different parties doing their thing in Psalm 66:6 (God turned the sea into dry land, "they" passed through the waters on foot, and "we" can rejoice in him.) so I want you to see who did what in Exodus 14. As you read, use different colors and underline what God did, what Moses did, what the Egyptians/Pharaoh did, and what the Israelites did.
(You can skip this step and just pay attention to who did what. But I'm telling you - it will be much more effective and rewarding if you take the time to write it out.)
I find it interesting to go back and read the story from the four different perspectives. First, read only what you underlined for God, then Moses, the Egyptians, and finally the Isralites.
Now that you're pretty familiar with the story (as if you weren't already...) summarize in a couple of sentences the situation the Israelites are facing.
How does Moses try to encourage them in verse 14?
What did God promise to do in verses 16-18?
What did God do in verse 20?
What did the Egyptians realize in verse 25?
What happened to the Egyptians in verse 26-28?
According to verse 30, was Moses accurate in what he said in verse 14?
How did the Israelites respond in verse 31?
How does this passage parallel Psalm 66:6?
In what ways have you seen God's awesome works in your behalf?
What response has His work evoked from your heart?
Why not take some time to thank and praise Him right now???

Who's Making Your List?

I have recently been listening to and praying for a friend who is struggling with identity.
A large part of that battle shows up in her self-talk and the things she believes about herself. And as I was praying for her recently it occurred to me that we ALL need to be on guard when it comes to the lists we make in our heads about who we are.
That is to say, I think it can be easy for us to look at our circumstances and start to believe lies if we are not careful to consider who is the one making our list.
When our station in life is difficult - when the burden is heavy - our list might look like this:
I am unloved.
I am forgotten and forsaken.
I am hopeless.
This circumstance will never improve.
I will always be hurting.
Bad things are just a fact of life for me.
Have you ever had thoughts like these running through your mind???
From where do you think they come?
On the surface I think we can see them coming from people and places in our lives: Wounds we experienced as a child in word and deed. Broken people speaking broken words to, over, and around us - yesterday and today. Failed reltionships and damaging situaions. Things which seem to continually work against us, no matter what we do.
The pain produced from these places can speak very loudly to our hearts.
Ulitmately, however, I believe the list-maker of lies is the enemy of our souls, himself.
I think we need to do everything we can to combat his lies.
And I believe a good place to start fighting him off is in creating a new list - based upon the Truth of the One who is TRUE.

Try this on for size!

I am loved. (John 3:16, Romans 5:5 & 8)
God is always with me. (Deuteronomy 31:6)
My hope is eternal and secure. (Acts 2:25-28)
My trials are temporary. (2 Corinthians 4:17 & 18)
God is working in me - even through my pain - for my good and His glory. (1 Peter 1:3-9)
Even the "bad" things in my life can be used for good in God's hands. (Romans 8:28-29)

What do you think?
As I compare these lists - even though sometimes the first list is the way I feel - I know the second option is the one which is True. And when it comes to discovering who I am and what I believe about my life, I know I want it all to be based on Truth.
I'm going with what God says.
How about you???

P.S. As long as we're talking about identity and believing what is true about ourselves and our lives, I want to mention the new Kendrick Brothers movie coming out in August. It's called OVERCOMER and is about our identity in Christ. Although I have not seen it yet, I am confident it is going to be amazing.
(The Kendrick Brothers made WAR ROOM. Need I say more???)
So, mark your calendars for August 23, and plan to head to the movie theater!

Psalm 66:6

He turned the sea into dry land,
they passed through the waters on foot -
come, let us rejoice in him.

~Psalm 66:6

It's My Pleasure

Five hours is a long time to be standing, but after my break yesterday that's what I had to do.
(Actually there was a lot of moving around, and dodging other employees as we all filled drinks, served orders, replenished cups and lids and sauces, etc. So I guess I wasn't really "standing" for five hours. But I was on my feet the whole time.)
When my shift was over and I finally sat down, my feet let me know how tired they really were.
But my face still held a smile, and my heart was very happy.
Because the previous five hours - in spite of being a bit chaotic at times when the lines were really long - were filled with laughter and joy.
*There was the young lady who had trouble deciding on a drink, whom I teased by asking, "Is that your final answer?" And her friend who joined in the joking by adding his own funny comments.
*I fully delighted in talking with the couple who carried in their 7-day-old baby girl. And encouraging the tired mom that she is amazing - being out in the world with hair done and make-up on. Because I remember when Elizabeth was a newborn, and I thought I was onto something if I was showered and dressed by 2:00 in the afternoon. Forget the hair and make-up!
*Another young couple traveled up to Okemos from Jackson (Because there is no Chick-fil-A in Jackson!) so the young man could have his first Chick-fil-A expereince. Girlfriend and I had lots of fun orienting Boyfriend to all things Chick-fil-A.
*And I cannot forget the numerous children who gave me shy peeks, the funny and friendly construction guys who are working across the street, or the I-can-do-all-things young mothers who refused assistance with carrying drinks/children/bags/sauces/and sometimes even trays to the dining room because, hey! that's what moms do.
God used each of these precious souls to help me delight in the day in the midst of the crazy.

The bottom line is: even when circumstances are taxing, when pressure is rising, when demands are rapid, and our feet are tired - joy can be found and our hearts can be lifted.
Whether we're at Chick-fil-A, or not!

Come and See!

Come and see what God has done, how awesome his works in man's behalf!

Psalm 66:5

Have you been memorizing and thinking about Psalm 66:5 this week?

What comes to your mind when you consider the invitation to "Come and see"?
My first thought was of John 4 and the woman at the well.
Perhaps you are familiar with this scripture. But in case you are not, I'll give you a quick overview.
In this chapter we read about Jesus resting by a well because he is tired from a long journey. It is the middle of the day, and he is hot and thirsty. A Samaritan woman appraoches the well to draw water and Jesus asks her for a drink.
(This is unusual behavior because 1. Jews didn't like Samaritans, and 2. Men didn't usually talk to women.)
But neither of those conditions kept Jesus from reaching out in love to a woman who needed a Savior.
Nor did the fact that this woman wasn't exactly virtuous.
Jesus knew everything about her, and still He loved her. Still He pursued her. And ultimately revealed to her that He was the Messiah for whom she had been waiting.
Then the disciples showed up, the woman got nervous, and she took off for home. And when she got there she invited the people in town to "come and see". Jesus had captured her heart and she wanted everyone to know about Him.
My invitation for you is to read John 4 for yourself now.
What did the Samaritan woman say in verse 29?
How did the people respond in verses 30 and 39?
What changed in their response in verse 42?
If it is still true that the fields are ripe for harvest (v.35) how can your invitation for people to "come and see" affect the lives of those in your sphere of influence?
What awesome works has God done in your behalf?
Is there somebody who needs your invitation to "come and see"?

Praying for you this week as God works His Word into your heart!

When HE Speaks Through the Struggle

In January I hit a major goal in my workouts.
Five-minute planks.
If you read my posts about it, you may recall that I took lots of baby steps (and prayer!) to get there.
And knowing what went into that effort, maybe you can understand my surprise (and disappointment) when I discovered I was doing them wrong.
That is to say, for some odd reason when my family was at the airport waiting to begin our vacation Brian suggested doing planks. Always one to accept an invitation to fun *insert eyeroll* I agreed to it. (There was hardly anyone else in the gate area. Small airport. Sunday morning. You know!) And we both assumed the postion.
As I was in my plank Matthew said my backside was too high. At first I scoffed because everything felt right to me, but he had a better viewpoint so I took his word for it.
I lowered my butt until he said my back was flat.
And can I say? I had a harder time holding that plank. Only went for 4 minutes. (But I hadn't worked out at all the previous week... So I attributed the difficulty to losing progress.)
However, Brian and I visited the ship's gym a couple of times and I discovered the struggle didn't come from a too-busy-to-exercise-week. The gym had a huge mirror and I got right up beside it to do my planks - where I could see for myself what my posture looked like. And, sure enough, Matthew was right. My butt was too high. To have a straight back only meant I needed to go down an inch or two, but the difference felt very significant. And holding it was a lot harder!
Nonetheless, I wanted to do my planks correctly so I kept monitoring myself in the mirror and prayed for strength to keep going. And dropped to my knees by 4:15.

Now that I'm home and returning to my routine I am finding it super challenging to hold planks for 4 minutes 30 seconds. Getting back to 5 seems so far away. (And the mirror I found to keep an eye on my posture prevents me from "cheating". Not sure if I'm happy about having the accountability, or not. Ignorance was so much easier!)
But as I have been in the middle of the struggle, praying for friends and for God's strength to carry them through their challenges - as well as for me to push through to 4:30 - HE has shown me Truths which I might not have seen if I hadn't faced the realization that I was doing planks wrong.
1) Doing what "feels right" doesn't make something right. I seriously feel like I am arching my back when it's straight. It feels much better to lift my backside an inch or two. But the mirror shows me what is true about my posture. Just like God's Word shows me what is True about life.
2) The fact that something is difficult doesn't mean I shouldn't do it. Confession: More than once, I have considered scrapping this exercise thing. Because it's too hard! But then the Voice of my Savior penetrates my heart, So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. (Isaiah 41:10) And I am reminded that HE will help me with so much more than just the physical endurance I need to keep going for a few more seconds. So I hold on. To Him!
3) Joy can be found on the other side of the battle. Monday I had (barely) made it through my first two planks and by the time I got to the third one I thought I would be satisfied if I just made it to two minutes. But I was praying for a friend who is trying to quit smoking, and as I asked God to strenghten her resolve to keep quitting I decided to push myself to three minutes. And I considered more this friend's need to not quit quitting, which motivated me to also keep going. I prayed, and I strained, and I was shaking like a mad woman - but with God's help I held that plank (with a flat back!) for the entire 4 minutes and 30 seconds. And when I was finally able to fall onto my belly I thanked and praised God for giving me the strength to hold on. I praised Him with a joyful heart for His faithfulness through every difficult circumstance in which I and all my friends ever find ourselves. HE is good and HE is faithful, and going through struggles helps me remember that Truth.
So I will press on to get back to 5-minute-planks, trusting in the One who is faithful in every moment.

With what struggles do you need to trust HIM today?

Mexican Cruise 2019

So, I mentioned yesterday that my family enjoyed a cruise to Mexico last week.

Today I am going to share a few of the highlights so you can enjoy it, too!

First, this is the ship on which we sailed:

You can see on the top a bit of the water slide. That was just one of the many very cool things aboard the Independence of the Seas.
Note: If you ever have the opportunity to ride down such a slide and you're following instructions and laying flat - ankles crossed, arms on your chest, head back - make a mental note of what the end of the slide looks like so you can raise your head when you get there. Because if you keep your head back as you are hurled into the pool at the end of the slide you will probably experience an intense flushing of your nasal passages. I hear it is quite unpleasant. *ahem*

Have you ever been serenaded while eating? Or before?
These guys sang to everybody who came into the Windjammer Cafe - which had sinks lining each wall so we could wash our hands before eating.

Here we are in Mahaual - the city on the other side of the port known as Costa Maya. (Who knew Costa Maya was a port, not a city??? The things you learn when you pay attention to your tour guide!)

We also stopped in Cozumel. (Which is actually a city, not just a port!)

And in Cozumel I learned that hands are completely optional when it comes to sailing a catamaran.
Our captian seemed to prefer his FEET!

For all the fun and adventure, and for all the sunshine and relaxation, the one thing which always captured my attention and kept me in wonder was the gorgeous blue of the waters.
It just doesn't get any more beautiful than this:

Ahhhhh, so there you have it. A little taste of last week's delights.
I hope you enjoyed it!

Psalm 66:5

Come and see what God has done, how awesome his works in man's behalf!

Psalm 66:5

It's My Pleasure

How often do you consider the impact of your words?
I mean, really.
Do you think about the way you speak?
About how what you say (and how you say it!) affects your listener?

Since beginning my job at Chick-fil-A I have had ample opportunity for such reflection.
It all began with my need to begin responding to expressions of thanks by saying, "It's my pleasure!" Because that's the Chick-fil-A way.
It's the servant-attitude, the verbalization of Second Mile Service.
When we're able to meet a need someone has in the restaurant and they express gratitude, we want them to know we are truly happy to serve. We want to communicate their worth and value by letting them know serving them was much more than "No problem". Rather, that meeting their need really does delight us. And choosing to respond with, "It's my pleasure!" is one way to accomplish our goal.
(Those words do make a difference. Try it sometime!)

Besides the impact of those words on the listener, however, I have discovered a wonderful impact on the speaker, too.
That is to say, in moving from my previously typical response of, "You're welcome," (Which can be uttered begrudgingly. BUT, try saying, "It's my pleasure!" reluctantly. Can't do it!) to an enthusiastic, "It's my pleasure!" my heart attitude has joined forces with my words - and I can honestly say it IS my pleasure to serve our guests.
To get a few extra sauces.
To wipe up a spill.
To re-do an order because you changed your mind.
To do, whatever.
Simply because of being intentional with the words I use.
It's a beautiful thing.
And it's a behavior I am praying the LORD will help me carry over into the rest of my life.
I mean, it isn't difficult to do when I am at work - because everybody else is doing it, too! But I want to be intentionally living a servant-hearted-life all the time. Even when I am not getting paid to do so. *ahem!*

How about you? Are you willing to give this way of speaking/living a try???

P.S. I am going on vacation with my family next week, so I won't be posting here on the blog. If God says the same, I'll be back on Monday, April 8. Showers of grace and blessing on you until then!

We WILL Bow Down

All the earth bows down to you;
they sing praise to you, they sing praise to your name.

~Pslam 66:4

How are you doing on memorizing Psalm 66:4 this week?
I pray the LORD is speaking to your heart through His Word!

As I have been thinking about the earth bowing down to God, I came across Isaiah 45 and I want to encourage you to read it today. (The entire chapter is in the link above - in case you don't have your Bible right beside you at the moment.)
Ahhhh, this Word is so rich! Perhaps you will want to read it a couple of times.(!)
What reason does God give in verses 3 and 6 for what He is doing?
As you read, notice the repreated statement God makes about Himself (in various ways).
Also note the many times He mentions what He has created and the purpose for His actions. What do you learn about God's character?
How does God distinguish Himself from idols/gods in verses 20-22?
What can HE do which they canNOT?
How do verses 23-25 relate to Psalm 66:4?
What is God saying to your heart about your position before Him?

Some Things Never Change. Thankfully, Others Do!

So, it's been about two months since Josh moved out of our house, and into an apartment.
In the beginning we saw him frequently, often right around dinner time.
But in recent weeks Josh-sightings have been somewhat rare. (That is, since I have been working at Chick-fil-A I am gone more frequently during the day, so when he does stop by I am often not home.)
And that distance called for a special dinner invitation last week.
We made plans for Josh to join us Friday, and I was looking forward to feeding my boy some good home-cooking again.
(Ended up changing plans to Saturday, because he had a better offer - or something - Friday. *wink*)
So he came over Saturday evening for dinner, and he brought Mindy along. (Did I mention that our dog moved out with him?) And I noticed how some things never change.
That is to say, when we sat down to eat Mindy found her way to the space between my chair and the wall. Her usual spot from her pre-apartment-days.
Additionally, when we sat down to eat Josh had disappeared into the basement for something. And when he made it back up - and the rest of us were seated at the table - he was in search of a charger for his phone, which meant he blew through the kitchen looking for said techno-gadget.
His usual behavior from his pre-apartment-days.
As I thought about my efforts to prepare a nice dinner for my son I got a little huffy at his perceived indifference, and I might have rolled my eyes.
My usual response to his pre-apartment-days behaviors.
When he finally made it to the table (Phone plugged in and charging.) we all held hands and started to sing the blessing.
And I shouldn't have been surprised to see that God's faithfulness is just like it has always been since long before those pre-apartment days.
Because Brian randomly chose the "Every Day" song for us to sing. (Have I mentioned before my absolute dis-belief in anything "random"?) With a twinge of annoyance still in my heart I joined the guys singing, "Every day is just a day until You come my way. Things change when I stop to thank You..."
And instantly God changed my heart.
Indeed, I quickly recognized I had so much for which to give HIM thanks. Another day of life, everything I need, a home, a good meal, my husband and both of my sons sitting at the table with me.
Yes, even that son who sometimes does things which annoy me. God reminded me I can give thanks for Josh - that silly annoyances are meaningless. I am thankful for the gift he is to my life. For the ways God is growing him. For the promises I still believe HE is working in that young man.
Ah, yes, there is so much for which I can give thanks. And, truly, things change - my heart changes - when I stop to thank HIM.
Yet, for as delighted as I am that some things change, I am forever grateful that HE never changes.
My God is always faithful, and I am eternally glad.

That Watchman Thing

So, I mentioned it in the video yesterday.
I said I feel like God's Spirit is calling mine - through the study I'm doing in Ezekiel, and through verse 4 of Psalm 66 - to speak more boldly for Him. For Truth.
And, to me, that nugde is simultaneously exhilarating and scary.
Exhilarating because to be in step with God, to be on mission with Him for what He wants to do in the world is the most amazing thing I can consider doing. And scary, because most of the world who isn't walking with the LORD doesn't want to hear about it. Like the people of Ezekiel's time, most of them are rebellious and uninterested in Truth.
Thus, the timid side of me wants to back down. Wants to say that call was for Ezekiel.
In his time.
It isn't for me, because I haven't had the word of the LORD come to me the same way Ezekiel did. And, therefore, I have an out!
Except, that reasoning doesn't hold, and I know it. When I felt the nudge the first time it was mentioned in Ezekiel, I was able to use the above logic to push it aside. (Yes, I am making a confession here...) When it came back in full force as we studied chapter 33, I was pretty sure the LORD was speaking to me. And when He nudged me further with Psalm 66:4, I simply couldn't deny it.

God says over and over in Ezekiel 3 and 33 that the watchman's job is to warn the people of coming judgement. At that point, it is up to the individual to decide whether they will turn from their wickedness and live - or continue on the path they have chosen and die.
The response of the one warned is not the responsibility of the watchman.
His (or her!) job is simply to warn.
To tell the Truth.
To be faithful to God's call.
And that is what I intend to do.
So I am taking steps of faith, asking God to show me what He wants me to do. I'm asking Him to fill me with the words HE wants me to say - and to keep my mouth closed except for those words. I'm trusting Him to lead me in the way He wants me to go.
May the Holy Spirit so fill me that I move in step with Him and carry out His agenda every day of my life.

How is His heart speaking to yours through these words?

Psalm 66:4

All the earth bows down to you; they sing praise to you, they sing praise to your name.

~Psalm 66:4

It's My Pleasure

If you know me at all, you know the Truth of God is very important to me.
My heart longs for the world to know Truth.
THE Truth.
THE ONLY Truth.
My heart breaks (As I believe God's does also!) when HIS Truth is distorted or maligned.
And it breaks even more when I see people believing the lies.

If you know me at all, you also know prayer is my heartbeat.
My lifeline.
My connection to the One who can do all things.

So, I trust you'll understand why I was delighted when I saw the Lord bring those two passions together this week while I was at work.
That is to say, a couple of times I have noticed small groups of Mormon missionaries coming in for lunch. It has always been my habit to pray for these young men and women when I see them - in the grocery store, or riding their bikes along the street - and now, sitting at a table enjoying some chicken.
But Monday as I stood behind the counter taking "Sister Stirling's" order (because we always ask for a name with each order) it occured to me, Now I know her name! I can pray for this young woman by name. Not that God will hear more or better when I speak to Him using her name, but I feel more committed to her because I know her name. Stirling is no longer an anonymous soul to me, no longer just "someone" who needs to know the Truth of who Jesus is.
She has a name, and I know it.
She has become more personal to me.
I am reminded that she was created in God's image, and is deeply loved by Him.
And it truly is my pleasure, my joy, my delight to bring her before the LORD - asking Him to expose the lies she has believed, and to reveal the Truth of Who He Is.
Because Stirling needs to know.

So Great is HIS Power

Are you working in memorizing Psalm 66:3 this week?
In case you need to be reminded, here it is:

Say to God, "How awesome are your deeds! So great is your power that your enemies cringe before you."

Psalm 66:3

I don't know about you, but when life gets really hard for me I need to be reminded how AWESOME are God's deeds. How GREAT is His power. Because when I'm facing overwhelming challenges it can get easy to forget the faithfulness and strength I have seen come from His hand in the past.
That is why I am so encouraged by this psalm - the constant reminder to praise God, and by this verse in particular - with its recollection of God's great power.
And do you know what story comes to my mind when I think of God's enemies cringing before Him?
I mean, there are so many of them, but the one I'd love to share with you today is from 2 Chronicles 2:1-30. It's the story of King Jehoshaphat's army facing an attack by three other armies. Jehoshaphat and his men were terrified, but God stepped in and demonstrated His power.
The link above will take you to the 2 Chronicles passage on Biblegateway, so if you don't have your Bible right by your side just click the link and read the account of this battle.
*As you read, notice the position of Jehoshaphat's army in verse 12.
*What encouragement does God bring to them in verse 15?
*Notice what happens in verse 22. Including the order of events.
*How does verse 29 line up with our Psalm 66 verse this week?
And, finally, my friend - how is God speaking to your heart today? For what circumstance in your life do you need the encouragement that God's power is so great His enemies (and yours!) cringe before Him?

Serious About Bible Study

I am not sure what matter of discussion in Ezekiel 33 or 34 caused me to make such a silly face, but one of my co-leaders caught me with this expression yesterday. And it made me laugh.

So, for what it's worth - welcome to Precepts. Where we love God and His Word.
And sometimes get a little goofy. *wink*

And There is Hope

The study I have been doing of Ezekiel has provided many, many opportunities for self-examination. Oftentimes my heart has been broken for the condition of my own nation - as I have read about the rebellion and stubbornness of the nation of Israel. And the consequences of such disobedience.
More than once I have found myself begging God for mercy.
Oh, I know we don't deserve it, but I continue to cast myself before Him.
Because there seems to be no other option.
What other way than by the grace of His mercy will we finally know HE is the LORD?

So, these thoughts of our desperation have been heavy on my heart - and then I came to Ezekiel 34.
The chapter begins with the word of the LORD coming to Ezekiel, speaking woe to the shepherds of Israel. The shepherds who did not care for the flock. Who stood by and did nothing to strenghten the weak or bind up the injured.
In response, God determines to care for the flock, Himself. To place over them a shepherd who will tend to them. And then HE promises to make a covenant of peace.
It is an absolutely beautiful picture of God's mercy and grace.
Although the ultimate fulfillment of these words is yet to come, I see in them a depiction of Jesus, coming as the One who knows what we need and who is able to meet that need. His love, His protection, His never-ending patience. It overwhelms me.
In a very good way!
And I find my heart lifted, no longer heavy. Because I am reminded there is Hope.
Friends, there is HOPE!
In the midst of a world which is lost and rebellious, there is hope.
In the depths of a marriage between hurting people - which is broken and falling apart, there is hope.
Even though a circumstance is dark and all the options seem to lead nowhere, there is hope.
Despite the prognosis which claims the end is near, there is hope.
Because God always has the last say.
Because He is Redeemer of the lost, Repairer of the broken, Restorer of the weak.
Because His mercy is great.
Because JESUS.

Psalm 66:3

Say to God, "How awesome are your deeds! So great is your power that your enemies cringe before you."

Psalm 66:3

It's My Pleasure!

Well, my first week as "not a trainee" is complete. And, can I just say this?
Every day I worked this week, I found more reasons to love being a part of the Chick-fil-A family.
*There was the joy of humming along with familiar Christian melodies as I worked in the dining room.
*I saw several special needs kids doing tasks, and learned that they come in once a week to gain work experience - as they are given jobs to do which fit their skill-level, yet also challenge them to stretch.
*I met an "opertor candidate" volunteering in our store, and found out that in order to open a Chick-fil-A restaurant you actually need to go through a significant application process. It isn't just about having enough money to open a store. It's about character and compassion and conviction.
*And at the end of the day I received encouragement from a manager, and from our store operator. Each of them spoke words of affirmation to me. Each of them took the time to ask how I'm doing, how my adjustment is going, how I like being a part of the family. Each of them assured me that it's OK to have questions. They each cared for my heart and my feelings of worth.

And I'm telling you, working alongside people like this - being a part of an organization which truly values the worth of every human being and seeks to serve them well - inspires me not only to be my best while I'm clocked in, but to serve well wherever I am.
Because it's all for HIS glory.

Make: Be Intentional

Sing the glory of his name;
make his praise glorious!!!

Psalm 66:2

Are you joining me this week in memorizing and contemplating Psalm 66:2?
As I consider this verse, I think the thing which stands out most to me is the action of it.
The intentional nature - the call to a response.
And I love how God is working that call into my heart and life.
He is making me more alert. I think about how I can make his praise glorious, and I find myself actively watching for the ways He is moving and the wonders He is doing.
And He is inspiring me to be verbal. To sing (Or type, as the case may be.) the glory of his name. I have been more intentional about sharing praise for God's faithfulness on platforms like Facebook - and it has been delightful reading the responses from friends who are encouraged by my testimony.
It's just the beginning, but I feel like I am living Psalm 66.
I am eager to be shaped and molded by God in His Word.

And because I am bubbling with joy at who He is and what He does, let me just say this: Monday I became aware of a financial problem. Immediately, I prayed - because I believe God is over all of it. I know the resources are His, and the mission is His. I have full confidence that He can provide.
So I'm asking.
And I'm trusting.
Then Tuesday as I sat in my Precept class watching the video for the week's lesson, and the teacher spoke of how we respond to things like financial struggles (Random example he pulled out of the air? Maybe. Or, maybe God was orchestrating the details for me.) by prayer or by panic, and I recalled praying the night before and surrendering to God in faith - I felt like God took my face in His hands and looked into my eyes and said to me, Rest, child. I've got this.
He met me in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of a video (which was probably recorded years ago), and He spoke encouragement to my heart.
I just had to tell you about it!

How is God leading you to make His praise glorious???

So Much Fun

Oh, how things change.
How the passing of time, and a differing level of responsibilities, and growth in perspective, and an increasing appreciation of life - affects the way we see and respond to circumstances.
That is to say, I had a very long day Monday.
And it was wonderful!!!

My day "began" at 6:30 Monday morning, when I clocked into work.
Punched out at 3:00.
From there I did my weekly grocery shopping. Must have been in Wonder Woman mode because I was through the store, cashed out, car loaded, driving out of the parking lot at 4:04.
Then I went home, put groceries away, and started making dinner so I would be ready to receive two charming young boys into my care at 5:00, while their parents attended parent/teacher conferences at school.
Yet, for as exhilarating as it was to accomplish all that, the wonderful part didn't really begin until my young charges arrived.
What I mean is, as soon as the boys entered my house they were ready for adventure. Full of excitement and energy, and eager to get down to the business of having fun. We went downstairs to see what there was to do, and found a couple of cool things to explore. But then the decision was made to try a game of hide-and-seek, so we went back upstairs and took turns - well - hiding and seeking!
When that game became uninteresting, we went back downstairs and started playing foosball.
(To gain the full affect of the scenes I am attempting to describe, insert lots of laughter and horse-play and shrieks of delight.)
Not too long into our game, Brian got home and came downstairs to see what was going on. Annnnd now, the teams were more "even" and the real fun began around the foosball table. Even a bit of very young trash-talk between the brothers.
After our raucous game ended, we all hurried back upstairs for some more hide-and-seek.
This time the teams consisted of the boys vs. Brian and me. We had a blast pretending we couldn't find the boys' hiding spots, while also acting surprised when they discovered our location.
(Except that one time when we hid in the bathtub, behind the shower curtain. We stiffled laughter as we listened to them searching. Finally, my "sneezing" led them to us - and we all enjoyed a moment of celebration.)

The thing is, after mom and dad took the boys home and I had some time to reflect, I felt like I had a better understanding of the blessing of aging maturing. I grasped the reality of how our outlook changes over time. (I still don't miss "those days". Several of the moments, yes. But not the entire day!!!)
Honestly, I well remember the days when another game of hide-and-seek, or one more shoe to tie, or yet another moment of yelling (even if it was all in fun!), or "just one more" of just about anything had me completely worn out and ready to quit.
Or explode, depending on how the rest of the day had gone. *ahem*
But Monday - even at the end of a super long day - I felt simply delighted having two young boys vying for my attention, running around my house, making too much noise, and having the time of their lives. Because I'm on the other side of being "mom". Because I'm more relaxed now than I was then. Because God has given me the grace to enjoy the moment.
And now I am really looking forward to some day, when my children have children and they need me to play my role as Grandma. It's going to be so much fun!!!

Don't "Do You"

I made a mistake.
In retrospect, I feel like I should have been able to avoid it.
Nonetheless, I was a proponent of the "do you" craze. (Even bought my daughter a wall-hanging which says "Be-YOU-tiful". Because I think she is a precious soul, and I wanted to encouage her in being the beautiful young lady God was making her to be.)
In many ways the "Do You" movement has been about not following the crowd. About being an individual, rather than trying to measure up to unrealistic expectations which others might place on a person. It's been about, "You're different than the crowd, and that's OK!" It has celebrated diversity in our physical appearances and abilitites, and even likes and dislikes. The trend has set a tone for embracing our uniqueness.
And I see that as a good thing.
However, in recent days I have gained a different perspective.
That is, I have seen people cheering "do you" in a darker tone. Specifically, though the Word of God tells us how to live, many people are choosing not to live that way - and people (even some Christians) are cheering those individuals on by encouraging them to "Do you!"
And as I read the comments (This particular day it was in a thread on a Facebook post.) I thought, Wait a minute. People here - who claim to love my friend - are encouraging him to go with his passions and do the things his flesh wants to do, regaradless of what he knows the Word of God tells him is right. Just "do you". Celebrate who "you" are by doing what you want to do. Really???
Because at the same time the Holy Spirit brought scripture to my mind which didn't line up with that way of thinking. Scripture like this:

For we know that our old self was crucified with him so that the body ruled by sin might be done away with, that we should no longer be slaves to sin

Romans 6:6

You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires

Ephesians 4:22

Put to death, therefore, whatever belongs to your earthly nature: sexual immorality, impurity, lust, evil desires and greed, which is idolatry.

Colossians 3:5

Try as I might, I just couldn't get those verses to support the notion that it's a good thing to "do you".
OK, I didn't really try to get them to affirm that idea. *wink*
I did, however, recall verses which encouraged a much different way of doing life.
Verses like this:

28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. 29 For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters.

Romans 8:28-29

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is — his good, pleasing and perfect will.

Romans 12:2

20 That, however, is not the way of life you learned 21 when you heard about Christ and were taught in him in accordance with the truth that is in Jesus. 22 You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; 23 to be made new in the attitude of your minds; 24 and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness.

Ephesians 4:20-24

Oh, I love how the Word of God speaks to the heart of man!!! (And woman!)
Because when we get to the Truth, we understand there is nothing good in ourselves. At the core of our being is sin and selfishness and death. To "Do You" - as much of our culture is calling us to do - is simply to cultivate that which the Word of God calls us to put to death.
How much better to obey the higher calling of being conformed into the likeness of Christ?
I still believe it is a good thing to embrace our uniqueness - and not be concerned with fitting in to what "everybody else" is doing, or likes, or wants to attain. However, I am stepping far, far away from the philosophy which touts "Do you!" and I am trading that statement in for this one: Do HIM!

Psalm 66:2

Sing the glory of his name; make his praise glorius!

Psalm 66:2

It's My Pleasure!

Sooooo, I started my job at Chick-fil-A this week.
Orientation Monday.
Training Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.
And, in spite of a major case of information-overload, I'm lovin' it!
(oops! Wrong company. *ahem*)
I was shown the location of supplies and beverage refills.
I was instructed in dining room etiquette and the proper form for wiping tables.
My trainer(s) even helped me learn how to transport ice cubes and sauces.
But I think the most useful thing I learned this week was Chick-fil-A's Core Four.
Because I think these four things - which are the backbone of how people are treated at Chick-fil-A - ought to govern the interactions all of us have with everyone. Every day.
They are:
1. Make direct eye contact.
2. Share a smile.
3. Speak enthusiastically.
4. Make a connection.
And I love it because even though I'm still slow at taking orders, and have lots of questions when it comes to scanning the Chick-fil-A app and substituting ingredients and taking coupons and stuff like that?
I can do the Core Four!!!
There was the man Wednesday who spoke softly and I had trouble hearing him at first. When I asked him to repeat himself he said, "Yeah. My wife says I need to speak up." And that reminded me of a joke - which, of course, I had to share with him.
Oh, you wanna hear it, too?
OK. If you insist.

There was an elderly woman who was concerned about her husband's hearing - because so often he just didn't respond to her when she spoke. The woman shared her concern with the doctor and he gave her a suggestion to further her investigation.
That night when her husband was sitting in his chair she went to the other room and called out, "Honey?"
Nothing.
She moved half-way closer to him and called out again, "Honey??"
Again, no answer.
So she got right up behind her husband and called once more, "Honey???"
At which point her husband turned around and said, "For the third time, WHAT???"

That soft-spoken man and I shared a good laugh.
Connection made? Check!
And there was the mom Thursday who returned to the register to get that one thing she'd forgotten to order for her child the first time - which apparently upset said child. So I rang it up for her, but had to ask again what kind of sauce she wanted because I'd forgotten. Even though she had just asked for it less then a minute before. I smiled at her and said with a shrug, "Mom brain, you know?"
And we shared a laugh.
Connection made!
I enjoyed flirting playing peek-a-boo with a little guy who caught my attention while his parents were ordering at the adjacent register.
I felt like I could better understand the woman whose English was broken, when I leaned in and looked her in the eye.
And I truly meant it when I said to the man who graciously joked around with me as I stumbled through taking his order, "It has been my pleasure serving you!"

The thing is, I know I will get more comfortable with the details of all the tasks involved in taking orders and fulfilling duties. I'll learn the things I need to learn. And that's good. I want to get there!
But the most important thing is touching people. Making them feel like they matter, like I'm happy to see them and serve them. It's about making the love of Jesus tangible. And I am so pleased to be working for a company who knows what's really important.

How? Who???

Shout with joy to GOD all the earth!
Psalm 66:1

Have you decided to join me in memorizing Psalm 66 over the next 20 weeks?
If you missed the invitation, it's in Monday's video.
And it certainly isn't too late to get started! *smile*

As you are asking God to speak to you through this Word of His, may I offer some insight?
According to biblehub.com, the Hebrew phrase translated here as "shout with joy" is intended to paint a picture of public worship - with music and sacrifice.
And the call to that public worship is extended to "all the earth".
So I am imagining a pretty big, overt celebration of God here!
Because HE is good.
Because HE is worthy.
Because - no matter what else is happening in any of our circumstances, or anywhere in the world - it is always a good time to shout with joy to GOD.

So let's raise our voices in joyful worship to our King.
Let's ALL OF US raise our voices to HIM!!!

Through the Years

So, Elizabeth and Phil needed something to hold their new projector. And after searching through our basement they found the perfect thing! A small bookcase which was doing nothing more than holding some old books-n-such. All I had to do was find a new home for the books-n-such. And in the process of doing that, I came across these photos in an album I'd completely forgotten.

First, we have this gem from circa September 1996. I can't help but chuckle as I notice how exhausted I look in this picture. It also kind of shocks me that I once had hair that long.

Next comes May, 1998. Josh is four months old, Elizabeth has recently turned 2, and Brian and I are still just kids - trying to comprehend that we have kids of our own!

My best guess is that this picture is from November in 1999. It's clear that Josh is going to be a blonde - rather than the redhead we were suspecting at first, and you can't tell yet but: Matthew is on the way!

And then it would seem we got busy and didn't have a family portrait taken for a while. I'm thinking this photo was taken in the early part of 2004. So, since the last one Matthew was born (obviously!) and I'd had brain surgery. Hence, the short hair. And, yes. I am holding Matthew's hands down - not just holding them. The boy couldn't stop moving! (I still remember that fact.)

Ahhhh, it is so much fun for me to look at these pictures and remember life from yesteryear.
Part of me wants to go back in time and give a lecture/pep-talk/sermon/I've-been-there-and-now-I-know-better-speech to my younger self.
Another piece of me feels like crying for the time she wasted in anger, frustration, and insensibility.
I can honestly say some of me would love to go back and re-live the moments. (Not the entire days, mind you. Just some of the moments. *ahem*)
But mostly, as I look and remember and contemplate the events of the past 22+ years - I am overwhelmingly grateful for God's grace and mercy and never-ending patience.
At the best moments, HE was there. In the darkest days, HE was there.
When I had a firm grasp on life, and when I wasn't sure how I would manage living through the next moment - God was there wooing me closer to His heart.
Holding my hand and leading me to the next step.
It's a beautiful thing, remebrance is.
What a blessing to conjure up the faithfulness of God and recall the days when HE carried me.
Hmmmmm, I'm so glad Elizabeth and Phil wanted that bookcase.

When God's Answer is not What We Wanted

So, I prayed and I prayed and I prayed.
I believed God was listening.
I trusted that He was able to do all things, and move in a mighty way.
I asked Him to do just that. All for HIS glory.
And I was sure HE could.
But He didn't.

Have you ever found yourself in that scenario?
One in which you think you're fully trusting God, totally relying on His power to come through in a particular circumstance, completely surrendered to His perfect will? (Because you're equally certain that His will is in line with yours!)
But when all is said and done - when the dust settles and the smoke clears - you discover that God didn't answer a single prayer you prayed.
And you wonder what on earth (or in heaven!) happened?
Because as far as you can see at the moment, the only reasonable explanation is that God doesn't care.

I have a friend sitting in this position today, and it has me asking, What do we do when God's answer to our heart-wrenching prayers is not the answer we wanted, and certainly not the answer we thought we would receive?
Because, really, we all know God is able to do anything. How many times do we read in the Bible that nothing is too difficult for Him? We know He sees all things and knows all things and is sovereign over all things. I mean, c'mon! He spoke, and the world came into being!
So, why is it, we wonder, that He seems to have been unable (or unwilling?) to accomplish our desires? Doesn't He care???
On the basis of disappointment - and even shock, because we were so sure we knew what the outcome would be - I fully understand those questions. But I've had some time to think about it, **read that: The Holy Spirit has taken the time to speak to my heart** and I have a different outlook right now.
That is, if God truly is all-powerful, if He really can do all things - because He sees all things and knows all things and is sovereign over all things, if we believe He can keep our lives secure for eternity, can we trust Him to tell us No when "yes" would have been the wrong answer?
What I mean is, what if God heard our prayers and listened to our pleas for Him to work thus and so in our circumstance, and what if He watched us laying out what we thought was the best solution to our troubles, and what if He saw us agonizing over how to accomplish it - and heard us crying for help to make it happen? And what if, in the midst of our toil, HE knew the outcome for which we were striving was not the result that would come to pass?
What if HE - who sees and knows all things - had plans which were better than ours?
What if the solution we proposed in our prayer paled in comparison to the will of the One who was listening, and it was the desire of God's heart to bring us to a place of abundance, even though that meant going through a period of hardship first?
If we had faith enough to believe that God really is good, and really does know what He is doing, could our hearts be at peace when He tells us, No?
Maybe, perhaps, could we trust Him when His answer is not the one we wanted?

Psalm 66:1

I Pray

I have a list of prayer requests in my Precept folder.
We pass a fresh sheet of paper around the room each week so requests may be shared and updated - and every day before I begin my study I pour over that list with the Lord.

I read articles and opinion pieces on issues ranging from the recent vote on the abortion survivors bill - to the UMC conference decision - to the unrest in Venzuela, and my heart breaks over the brokenness in our world. So I come to God and beg for mercy. For healing. For transformed hearts and renewed conviction that His ways are right.

I receive a monthly prayer calendar from Compassion International, and every day I read a new request and bring it before my Father - believing that He has the wisdom, the power, the grace to meet the need.

I regularly find prayer requests in my email folder from various sources and organizations, and I stop to pray for them before going on to another message. Because I believe God is listening.

I get a text from a friend, "I really need prayer. Please pray that we can keep our emotions down." I reply, "Praying for your emotions." And I do pray. Knowing God knows the specifics of the moment, and exactly what is needed in the situation.

Three days a week I do my planks, and I pray for those who need strength and grace to get through some overwhelming struggles.

As I am out driving and I see yellow cars, I pray for a particular young lady - because God has given me that cue to pray for her, and I know He is thinking about her and He knows her need. (Many yellow cars this week!)

I pray before I write blog posts, and before I respond to posts on Facebook - because I want my words to reflect HIM.

I pray all the time, about everything, because I believe in God. HE is my hope. My only hope. I believe HE listens and moves and works. And I don't want to try making it through a single day without Him.

And just as I'm finishing writing this post, I get another text from that friend. "Thank you for the prayers! Amazingly enough exactly when we got into a heated discussion you and two other people had just checked in on me saying you were praying. That is a big God thing! Since then we were able to calmly talk and it was very good. Thank you so much!"
And I say, Thank You, LORD! Thank YOU for listening and loving and moving on our behalf.

How about you, friend? Have you called upon the LORD today?