I'm overdue to write my monthly blog ... for good reason. I just didn't feel like writing. Recently, like many others in my circle of influence, I feel like the "hits" just keep coming. My friend called to tell me she has cancer. It "knocked me down" for a few days. Then, I had to pick myself up and be her encourager ... even when very selfishly I didn't feel like it ... I was having trouble getting past my own sadness. Sometimes, it just "backs up" on you.
My husband's Dad had a stroke awhile ago and is still suffering the effects of it. When Paul visited his Dad a few weeks ago, he found his family still mad at God and wondering "why." Several of us tried to provide "answers" to assist him with family discussions. "Unfortunately, it's the human condition. God didn't MAKE this happen. He did ALLOW it to happen and He will use it for His glory, because He loves us. And, thankfully, because of His mercy, He offers us far better than what we deserve."
Another friend has a neurological disorder with no cure. She used to sing like a bird and play the guitar. Recently, I sat beside her in church and I noticed she wasn't singing or she couldn't. My heart broke knowing that music is her "gift." And, it was an amazing gift. She just leaned over and hugged me and said ... "I love listening to you sing. You're voice has matured so much. I'll just listen to you sing." She sat with her arm around me with her eyes closed, a peace-filled smile on her face, reveling in God's music and the gift of song ... in a new way. So, I sang my heart out for her and the Lord. She still finds joy and rejoicing in music. God is still at work in her.
So, remembering her strength and courage and knowing that God will use this as an opportunity, I look at the long road ahead for my friend with cancer. I can't lose sight of God and His will along the way. I pray daily that I will do the right things for her, say the right things to her and be the witness He called me to be ... making certain that others see His glory through this situation. His "road map" for this particular journey is found in the book of Romans ...
Romans 12:11-12
... be fervent in spirit, serving the Lord; rejoicing in hope; patient in tribulation and devoted to prayer. '
I would be grateful if you would please keep these people in your prayers.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
While You've Been Away ...
Last week, I had coffee with a dear friend whom I had not seen or talked to for quite some time. We picked right up where we left off. We didn't "skip a beat." I miss her ... we need to get together more often. We caught up on each other's lives and offered advice on this and that. This morning, I had an email from her that said ... no, it screamed ..."I LOVE YOU! Thanks for sharing this wonderful life journey with me." That's what friends do ... time and distance can't keep us from loving each other.
It's the same with God. No matter how long it's been since you've "talked (prayed)," He's all ears and you can pick right up where YOU left off ... He's waiting for you to show up and lay it all on His altar. If you really listen, you'll hear Him ... "I LOVE YOU!"
Last night, I was listening to Paul and Sam who were upstairs having quite a conversation. Sam told his Dad, "I love you to as far away as the Star Wars world, and as far back as the dinosaur world."
That, my friends, is a whole lot o' lovin.' But, God loves us beyond measure or description. It's not a cliche ... God loves YOU. If you are not "feelin' it," you are not earnestly seeking Him ... He's there ... just waiting for YOU to "show up."
John 3:16
For God so loved you, that He gave His one and only Son. If you believe in Him, you will not perish, but receive everlasting life.
It's the same with God. No matter how long it's been since you've "talked (prayed)," He's all ears and you can pick right up where YOU left off ... He's waiting for you to show up and lay it all on His altar. If you really listen, you'll hear Him ... "I LOVE YOU!"
Last night, I was listening to Paul and Sam who were upstairs having quite a conversation. Sam told his Dad, "I love you to as far away as the Star Wars world, and as far back as the dinosaur world."
That, my friends, is a whole lot o' lovin.' But, God loves us beyond measure or description. It's not a cliche ... God loves YOU. If you are not "feelin' it," you are not earnestly seeking Him ... He's there ... just waiting for YOU to "show up."
John 3:16
For God so loved you, that He gave His one and only Son. If you believe in Him, you will not perish, but receive everlasting life.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
A Life of Appreciation and Contentment
Some of you who read this may know that we have some friends who just left for the mission field. As I read their emails, tears well up in my eyes and my heart aches for them. They write about the struggle over learning a new language and try to deal without the basics of living -- food, water, supplies. They wait for rain that never comes to fill barrels for drinking. And, they haven't gotten to the most difficult part of their training yet.
Last year, a missionary spoke at an event I attended. She raised her family on the mission field in the Philippines. She spoke of what a blessing it was to raise her children overseas, in the jungle, without all of the luxuries that American children think they need. I've been struggling with this particular issue regarding our own children and those around me in our communities.
The "entitlement" attitude and always wanting more saddens me and to be perfectly honest, frustrates me to no end. People today never seem to appreciate all that they "have." Because of a little thing called a "custody agreement," it isn't likely we will be heading off to the mission field with the kids. I am pretty sure God wouldn't call us to a life in missions just to "teach our kids this lesson" ... so, we pray. We pray that God will work in our children to help them appreciate God's blessings and those around them. We set boundaries and try to set an example.
My parents have always set this example for us. We always had just enough and when we had more than enough, they lived their lives the same way ... "the Lord has given us just enough." They are content with whatever the Lord provides.
We continue to pray that we be appreciative of His blessings, that we would be content with what God has given us, because He tells us in scripture that whatever He provides IS enough.
The woman who spoke about raising her family on the mission field, lost her husband in "the rescue." Two weeks ago, a husband and wife mission team in Mexico were killed for their faith. So, if you have time today, please pray for those on the mission field ... for water ... for strength and rest ... and also for their safety.
And pray for those around you ... for contentment in circumstances and learning that whatever God gives us is what we are entitled to have and we should never want for more ... easier said than done in our "human-ness."
I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content. - Philippians 4:11
Last year, a missionary spoke at an event I attended. She raised her family on the mission field in the Philippines. She spoke of what a blessing it was to raise her children overseas, in the jungle, without all of the luxuries that American children think they need. I've been struggling with this particular issue regarding our own children and those around me in our communities.
The "entitlement" attitude and always wanting more saddens me and to be perfectly honest, frustrates me to no end. People today never seem to appreciate all that they "have." Because of a little thing called a "custody agreement," it isn't likely we will be heading off to the mission field with the kids. I am pretty sure God wouldn't call us to a life in missions just to "teach our kids this lesson" ... so, we pray. We pray that God will work in our children to help them appreciate God's blessings and those around them. We set boundaries and try to set an example.
My parents have always set this example for us. We always had just enough and when we had more than enough, they lived their lives the same way ... "the Lord has given us just enough." They are content with whatever the Lord provides.
We continue to pray that we be appreciative of His blessings, that we would be content with what God has given us, because He tells us in scripture that whatever He provides IS enough.
The woman who spoke about raising her family on the mission field, lost her husband in "the rescue." Two weeks ago, a husband and wife mission team in Mexico were killed for their faith. So, if you have time today, please pray for those on the mission field ... for water ... for strength and rest ... and also for their safety.
And pray for those around you ... for contentment in circumstances and learning that whatever God gives us is what we are entitled to have and we should never want for more ... easier said than done in our "human-ness."
I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content. - Philippians 4:11
Monday, January 9, 2012
Living "At Home" Forever
5-year olds are just funny, aren't they? They have such a different perspective on how life should go.
We inform Sam that we are keeping a list of all of things we are going to do at his house when he is old enough to own his own home (i.e. drop cereal on the floor, leave his little Darth Vader underwear on the coffee table, much on BBQ potato chips and let orange crumbs fall to the floor for someone else to clean up, smear sticky syrup on the sofa, etc).
He comments that he just won't tell us where his house is ... to which we respond that we won't be able to bring him Christmas presents. Hmm ... He thinks about it and says, "Well, what about heaven ... you can't bring a list to heaven." I tell him, "Oh, My Love, but I AM bringing the list to heaven." He just looks at me ... no comeback for that one. He does a lot of thinking about these things.
At the dinner table, he often informs us that he is "never moving out! I will just live with Dad and Jen forever!" Really? While that strikes terror into the hearts of any parent, especially the parents of teenagers, we know they would jump at the chance to be on their own after a certain age.
Sam's comment makes me think about the prospect of living with my Father forever. Not my earthly father (that wouldn't go over very well), but my Heavenly Father. At this very moment, He is preparing a place for us.
John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
I made an important decision in my life at the age of 9. I am thankful that someone led me to the Lord at an early age. I am also confident in where I am going at the end of this life and that Christ is preparing a place for me.
In the meantime, we'll keep making the list for Sam, and no, I won't be bringing his list to heaven. Thank goodness I am forgiven and the Lord won't be bringing mine!
We inform Sam that we are keeping a list of all of things we are going to do at his house when he is old enough to own his own home (i.e. drop cereal on the floor, leave his little Darth Vader underwear on the coffee table, much on BBQ potato chips and let orange crumbs fall to the floor for someone else to clean up, smear sticky syrup on the sofa, etc).
He comments that he just won't tell us where his house is ... to which we respond that we won't be able to bring him Christmas presents. Hmm ... He thinks about it and says, "Well, what about heaven ... you can't bring a list to heaven." I tell him, "Oh, My Love, but I AM bringing the list to heaven." He just looks at me ... no comeback for that one. He does a lot of thinking about these things.
At the dinner table, he often informs us that he is "never moving out! I will just live with Dad and Jen forever!" Really? While that strikes terror into the hearts of any parent, especially the parents of teenagers, we know they would jump at the chance to be on their own after a certain age.
Sam's comment makes me think about the prospect of living with my Father forever. Not my earthly father (that wouldn't go over very well), but my Heavenly Father. At this very moment, He is preparing a place for us.
John 14:2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.
I made an important decision in my life at the age of 9. I am thankful that someone led me to the Lord at an early age. I am also confident in where I am going at the end of this life and that Christ is preparing a place for me.
In the meantime, we'll keep making the list for Sam, and no, I won't be bringing his list to heaven. Thank goodness I am forgiven and the Lord won't be bringing mine!
Friday, December 23, 2011
Ready Or Not, Here It Comes...
The presents are wrapped, the refrigerator is full, the lights twinkle on the tree and excitement abounds! It's almost Christmas.
Every night, 5-year old Sam studies the Nativity in the library and asks questions. Last night, he kept examining "the players..." and his little eyebrows kept knitting together ... he was perplexed. "Where is God? Is that God," he asked looking at Joseph. We explained, "No, that is Jesus' father, Joseph." We also told him that the woman in the Nativity was Jesus' mother Mary. "Hmm, I didn't know Jesus had a mother, he says."
He continued, "God isn't here, He's in heaven." I tried to explain to Sam that God is with us in our hearts, just like when he's not at home, he loves his Dad and holds him in his heart. To which he responded, "If you don't have God in your heart, you go down to be with the devil." He's trying really hard to understand how all of this "stuff" fits together.
In the Bible, the book of Colossians states, that there are mysteries of God that we, as rational human beings just won't understand, until we find ourselves in heaven. The Christmas story is not "rational," it's a miracle. Jesus is fully God, but He chose to come to earth as a baby, through the virgin Mary, to save us. So, yes, Jesus is both God and man.
My husband, Paul, has been teaching Sam a little science that we may have to use to explain God. Water exist in three states, a liquid, a solid and a gas ... water, ice and steam, but in any form, it's still water. In many ways, God is like a family with a father, mother and child - three persons, one family. Much like water, ice and steam, God exists in three persons: God, the father, God, the Son and God, the Holy Spirit ... still all very much God.
As we celebrate Christmas, we celebrate, God the Son ... Jesus. It's time to set aside our rational "selves" and embrace the miracle that came in the form of a birth and the fact Jesus came willingly as a babe to save us from our sins. What a tragedy if the "story" had ended differently.
Merry Christmas from the Canelos Family and remember to revel in the birth of our Savior this Christmas season.
Every night, 5-year old Sam studies the Nativity in the library and asks questions. Last night, he kept examining "the players..." and his little eyebrows kept knitting together ... he was perplexed. "Where is God? Is that God," he asked looking at Joseph. We explained, "No, that is Jesus' father, Joseph." We also told him that the woman in the Nativity was Jesus' mother Mary. "Hmm, I didn't know Jesus had a mother, he says."
He continued, "God isn't here, He's in heaven." I tried to explain to Sam that God is with us in our hearts, just like when he's not at home, he loves his Dad and holds him in his heart. To which he responded, "If you don't have God in your heart, you go down to be with the devil." He's trying really hard to understand how all of this "stuff" fits together.
In the Bible, the book of Colossians states, that there are mysteries of God that we, as rational human beings just won't understand, until we find ourselves in heaven. The Christmas story is not "rational," it's a miracle. Jesus is fully God, but He chose to come to earth as a baby, through the virgin Mary, to save us. So, yes, Jesus is both God and man.
My husband, Paul, has been teaching Sam a little science that we may have to use to explain God. Water exist in three states, a liquid, a solid and a gas ... water, ice and steam, but in any form, it's still water. In many ways, God is like a family with a father, mother and child - three persons, one family. Much like water, ice and steam, God exists in three persons: God, the father, God, the Son and God, the Holy Spirit ... still all very much God.
As we celebrate Christmas, we celebrate, God the Son ... Jesus. It's time to set aside our rational "selves" and embrace the miracle that came in the form of a birth and the fact Jesus came willingly as a babe to save us from our sins. What a tragedy if the "story" had ended differently.
Merry Christmas from the Canelos Family and remember to revel in the birth of our Savior this Christmas season.
Monday, December 5, 2011
A Journey of Service
Thanksgiving is a memory and we look forward to the celebration of Christ's birth. I seem to become more emotional and a little bit sentimental, AND, realizing I haven't been a kid for a very long time, I think about the past and all of the changes since those growing up years.
We were recently invited to celebrate the 30th anniversay of the church in which I grew up. In his sermon, Pastor Mike discussed the church and what it really means when you say the word "church." In most mind, it conjurs the image of a building. However, no where in scripture does God use the word "church" to descibe a building. It's the people. When I look back at my childhood, my church was "the people." And they weren't just "the church." They were/are family.
While we are not with them regularly, what a fitting time of year to visit these people ... the church. It is like "going home"... to family. I can't imagine where I would be if God had not brought that group of people together to serve God and each other ... and be His church. I am convinced my life would have turned out very differently ... I would not be the same person.
Our church lost a dear friend early in 2011. And when I think about her role in my life and in the church, it was all about service. I know her family and friends miss her, especially during holiday season. But I also rejoice in my heart for her ... what must it be like to celebrate Christmas in heaven ... with Jesus?!
In heaven, there is no worry about putting on a few pounds from the Christmas ham or picking just the right outfit for the Christmas party ... no worry about selecting the perfect gift. HE IS the perfect gift.
My kids look at me like I am crazy when they ask me what I would like for Christmas and my answer is, "I don't need a thing." I have the perfect gift ... Jesus ... and, while God's plan was put into action long ago in a small church in southern Iowa, I am still on a journey of service for my King.
We were recently invited to celebrate the 30th anniversay of the church in which I grew up. In his sermon, Pastor Mike discussed the church and what it really means when you say the word "church." In most mind, it conjurs the image of a building. However, no where in scripture does God use the word "church" to descibe a building. It's the people. When I look back at my childhood, my church was "the people." And they weren't just "the church." They were/are family.
While we are not with them regularly, what a fitting time of year to visit these people ... the church. It is like "going home"... to family. I can't imagine where I would be if God had not brought that group of people together to serve God and each other ... and be His church. I am convinced my life would have turned out very differently ... I would not be the same person.
Our church lost a dear friend early in 2011. And when I think about her role in my life and in the church, it was all about service. I know her family and friends miss her, especially during holiday season. But I also rejoice in my heart for her ... what must it be like to celebrate Christmas in heaven ... with Jesus?!
In heaven, there is no worry about putting on a few pounds from the Christmas ham or picking just the right outfit for the Christmas party ... no worry about selecting the perfect gift. HE IS the perfect gift.
My kids look at me like I am crazy when they ask me what I would like for Christmas and my answer is, "I don't need a thing." I have the perfect gift ... Jesus ... and, while God's plan was put into action long ago in a small church in southern Iowa, I am still on a journey of service for my King.
Monday, November 14, 2011
"A Lot of Stuff On Your Plate"
My 5 year old often says things that make me laugh ... it's amazing how profound he can be without even knowing it. Last week, he stopped coloring, looked up and asked, "Jen, do you know what Thanksgiving means?" He thought for a moment and his eyes narrowed and his little eyebrows met. "Well ... hmm ... it means having a lot of stuff on your plate!"
I can't believe it is mid-November. Everywhere I turn, I see Christmas decorations, pre-black Friday sales, the stores extending their hours to "holiday hours" ... Each year, it starts earlier and the stress levels increase. Even this little, 5-year old boy notices that stores have "pushed" aside Thanksgiving in an effort to increase their own profits before year-end. Stores even open on Thanksgiving to make sure they get their "piece of the pie."
When I look ahead toward the holidays, it makes me tired ... just thinking about all of the things that have to be done. Sam said it best when he used the phrase ... "having a lot of stuff on your plate." Each year, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep "all of those plates spinning" and the focus in the right place.
While others get sucked into and dragged down by the craziness of "the holidays," while people fight over the last "bargain," I find myself grateful in an ungrateful world ... giving thanks when no one around me is thankful. I am counting my blessings, when others around me feel less than blessed.
I have learned (the hard way) that the "stuff on my plate" just doesn't matter. I can't let it "fill me up." I have to be selective about what I place "on my plate, be careful what I 'eat' " and look past it to the Giver of all good things. I am so immensely thankful for all that HE has provided ... not the world. That fact that God has blessed me beyond anything I could have ever hoped or imagined is ever present before me.
What's on your plate this holiday season? I personally don't want to look back at Thanksgiving and Christmas with regret that I wasn't focused on giving thanks for all He has given me or celebrating the birth of my personal Savior.
So during this Thanksgiving and Christmas season, I am going to be very selective of what I "put on my plate" and start a new year with no regrets ... I hope you will too!
"I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed." - anonymous
I can't believe it is mid-November. Everywhere I turn, I see Christmas decorations, pre-black Friday sales, the stores extending their hours to "holiday hours" ... Each year, it starts earlier and the stress levels increase. Even this little, 5-year old boy notices that stores have "pushed" aside Thanksgiving in an effort to increase their own profits before year-end. Stores even open on Thanksgiving to make sure they get their "piece of the pie."
When I look ahead toward the holidays, it makes me tired ... just thinking about all of the things that have to be done. Sam said it best when he used the phrase ... "having a lot of stuff on your plate." Each year, it becomes increasingly difficult to keep "all of those plates spinning" and the focus in the right place.
While others get sucked into and dragged down by the craziness of "the holidays," while people fight over the last "bargain," I find myself grateful in an ungrateful world ... giving thanks when no one around me is thankful. I am counting my blessings, when others around me feel less than blessed.
I have learned (the hard way) that the "stuff on my plate" just doesn't matter. I can't let it "fill me up." I have to be selective about what I place "on my plate, be careful what I 'eat' " and look past it to the Giver of all good things. I am so immensely thankful for all that HE has provided ... not the world. That fact that God has blessed me beyond anything I could have ever hoped or imagined is ever present before me.
What's on your plate this holiday season? I personally don't want to look back at Thanksgiving and Christmas with regret that I wasn't focused on giving thanks for all He has given me or celebrating the birth of my personal Savior.
So during this Thanksgiving and Christmas season, I am going to be very selective of what I "put on my plate" and start a new year with no regrets ... I hope you will too!
"I am too blessed to be stressed and too anointed to be disappointed." - anonymous
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Border Collies Rule!
I've been away from my blog for awhile. Life just seems to consume my time more than it used to. Especially this week...there has been a slight unraveling in the "household fabric." One of the "threads" is missing.
My husband is on a business trip ... he boarded a flight on Tuesday and returns Thursday evening. While he is just away for a few days ... part of me is missing and I just don't do as well without my other half. He is our constant ... the father, the bride groom, an illustration of the Heavenly Father's role in all of our lives.
Right now, I feel like a "border collie" at best ... running in circles trying to move the flock this way and that. There's craziness at work, kids needing to be different places, picked up, dropped off and oh, I can't forget to feed them! There are birthday cakes to be made, pumpkins to be carved, parent-teacher conferences ... oh my! So, in my quest to be super mom this week, I made enough beef stew for an army ... for the three of us that are at home. Yes, the border collie (me) just keeps circling the flock, making sure we are all, at the very least, safe and moving in the same direction (and fed!).
I will say one thing ... in our family and in our lives, it's a good thing there's a shepherd ... THE Shepherd who cares for His sheep much better than I ... the one who laid down His life for His sheep. He keeps reminding me this week to turn "the flock" over to Him and let Him lift the heavy burdens and the worry ... because He can and He will.
I look up to Him and realize that if I turn things over to Him, the "border collie" expends less energy running in circles ... my load becomes lighter and my "way" brighter. Thank you Lord, that the children are in bed, the dishes are done and I can put my feet up and write some thoughts and reflections about You, as the stars come out and the moon shines brightly in the window, again reminding me that you are the Creator. Lord, give me the strength to handle my blessings and thank you, Father, that tomorrow I get to do it all over again!
My husband is on a business trip ... he boarded a flight on Tuesday and returns Thursday evening. While he is just away for a few days ... part of me is missing and I just don't do as well without my other half. He is our constant ... the father, the bride groom, an illustration of the Heavenly Father's role in all of our lives.
Right now, I feel like a "border collie" at best ... running in circles trying to move the flock this way and that. There's craziness at work, kids needing to be different places, picked up, dropped off and oh, I can't forget to feed them! There are birthday cakes to be made, pumpkins to be carved, parent-teacher conferences ... oh my! So, in my quest to be super mom this week, I made enough beef stew for an army ... for the three of us that are at home. Yes, the border collie (me) just keeps circling the flock, making sure we are all, at the very least, safe and moving in the same direction (and fed!).
I will say one thing ... in our family and in our lives, it's a good thing there's a shepherd ... THE Shepherd who cares for His sheep much better than I ... the one who laid down His life for His sheep. He keeps reminding me this week to turn "the flock" over to Him and let Him lift the heavy burdens and the worry ... because He can and He will.
I look up to Him and realize that if I turn things over to Him, the "border collie" expends less energy running in circles ... my load becomes lighter and my "way" brighter. Thank you Lord, that the children are in bed, the dishes are done and I can put my feet up and write some thoughts and reflections about You, as the stars come out and the moon shines brightly in the window, again reminding me that you are the Creator. Lord, give me the strength to handle my blessings and thank you, Father, that tomorrow I get to do it all over again!
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Hope
I was driving down I-80 this morning, on my way to work, listening to the radio. They were taking about hope.
An interview had been done with a middle eastern man whose father had been kidnapped by the government of his country over 20 years ago. He stated that living with hope can make your life miserable. He still has "hope" that his father is alive, but holding onto that hope has taken a toll on his life.
There is a great difference between "living with hope" and "THE Living Hope." You can live with hope that is "empty" or you can trust in the Living Hope that is Christ. Much like love without Christ is incomplete ... hope without Christ is devoid of "substance." It is not fruitful.
When you examine grace, peace, mercy and forgiveness ... without Christ they are just "labels." There is no action. With Christ, there is "life" in grace, peace, mercy and forgiveness ... complete, not lacking action or fulfillment.
Like this man, we have all experienced some sort of loss, some more difficult than others. I have seen individuals who are much like this man. They hold on to unspeakable sorrow and let it define who they are... or, they can revel in the Living Hope that is Christ Jesus and turn it all over to Him, living a life of real hope, peace and mercy.
Who are you and what defines you? Are you a child of the King? Do you have hope? Is it fruitless hope or hope in the Living Hope that is Christ?
I Peter 1:3
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, 5 who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. 6 In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, 7 so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ; 8 and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, 9 obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.
An interview had been done with a middle eastern man whose father had been kidnapped by the government of his country over 20 years ago. He stated that living with hope can make your life miserable. He still has "hope" that his father is alive, but holding onto that hope has taken a toll on his life.
There is a great difference between "living with hope" and "THE Living Hope." You can live with hope that is "empty" or you can trust in the Living Hope that is Christ. Much like love without Christ is incomplete ... hope without Christ is devoid of "substance." It is not fruitful.
When you examine grace, peace, mercy and forgiveness ... without Christ they are just "labels." There is no action. With Christ, there is "life" in grace, peace, mercy and forgiveness ... complete, not lacking action or fulfillment.
Like this man, we have all experienced some sort of loss, some more difficult than others. I have seen individuals who are much like this man. They hold on to unspeakable sorrow and let it define who they are... or, they can revel in the Living Hope that is Christ Jesus and turn it all over to Him, living a life of real hope, peace and mercy.
Who are you and what defines you? Are you a child of the King? Do you have hope? Is it fruitless hope or hope in the Living Hope that is Christ?
I Peter 1:3
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, 4 to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, 5 who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. 6 In this you greatly rejoice, even though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been distressed by various trials, 7 so that the proof of your faith, being more precious than gold which is perishable, even though tested by fire, may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ; 8 and though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, 9 obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.
Monday, August 29, 2011
"Error ... please reboot ... "
What a difference a week makes! The second week of school was much better than the first. The kids have settled into a routine with practices, games, homework ... "the parents" like the routine!
This year is different for us. The school provided Mac Books to each student in middle school and high school. This changes the dynamic in our home. The kids sit on the sofa, noses pressed to the screens of their laptops, furiously facebooking or i-chatting with their friends. They take these "precious communication devices" everywhere with them. It's their social connection to the world. They rush through meals, inhaling the wonderful meal their Dad has prepared just to get back to the laptop.
It's not just about the kids, oddly enough. While they are "Mac-booking," their dad or I are usually on our laptop, tablet or Android phones "doing OUR thing ... emailing, fantasy football, etc." I picture what it would look like if someone walked in and saw us all sitting in the same room, not speaking or interacting with each other ... how silly we must look. Even I will admit, it has changed the style of communication and drawn attention away from things that are more important.
While technology has made our lives easier (we use the cell phones for shopping lists, GPS, texting the children), in some respects, it has made them more difficult. It has changed the way our children write and speak to others. They feel like they cannot function without the internet and now, they NEED their laptops to accomplish their classwork at school and their homework.
Many things have come along through the years that have affected the way we worship and interact with the Lord. These new technologies and types of worship have almost become a distraction. My own cell phone rang during church a few weeks ago ... I was embarrassed.
People now attend church and expect to be entertained ... they tweet during the service! You can find a tab on church websites called "media" and download a podcast of the sermon. I really miss the days when going to church was all about Jesus and not about being entertained and/or how much technology you can incorporate into your worship service (or our home).
Have these technologies become idols? Most definitely ... what do we sacrifice to these new idols? Time, family, communication, money, respect ... the list is endless.
My stepdaughter asked her classmates which they would rather give up ... a foot or the internet? The concensus was each student at her lunch table would rather lose a foot. Now, really, no one is going to sacrifice a limb, but perhaps this is a good "wake up call." We need to go back to what's really important and focus on what real sacrifice really is ... ouch! ... not a foot or the internet, but laying ourselves on the altar and making God the center of our homes once again ... not the Mac Book.
1 John 5:21
... guard yourselves from idols.
This year is different for us. The school provided Mac Books to each student in middle school and high school. This changes the dynamic in our home. The kids sit on the sofa, noses pressed to the screens of their laptops, furiously facebooking or i-chatting with their friends. They take these "precious communication devices" everywhere with them. It's their social connection to the world. They rush through meals, inhaling the wonderful meal their Dad has prepared just to get back to the laptop.
It's not just about the kids, oddly enough. While they are "Mac-booking," their dad or I are usually on our laptop, tablet or Android phones "doing OUR thing ... emailing, fantasy football, etc." I picture what it would look like if someone walked in and saw us all sitting in the same room, not speaking or interacting with each other ... how silly we must look. Even I will admit, it has changed the style of communication and drawn attention away from things that are more important.
While technology has made our lives easier (we use the cell phones for shopping lists, GPS, texting the children), in some respects, it has made them more difficult. It has changed the way our children write and speak to others. They feel like they cannot function without the internet and now, they NEED their laptops to accomplish their classwork at school and their homework.
Many things have come along through the years that have affected the way we worship and interact with the Lord. These new technologies and types of worship have almost become a distraction. My own cell phone rang during church a few weeks ago ... I was embarrassed.
People now attend church and expect to be entertained ... they tweet during the service! You can find a tab on church websites called "media" and download a podcast of the sermon. I really miss the days when going to church was all about Jesus and not about being entertained and/or how much technology you can incorporate into your worship service (or our home).
Have these technologies become idols? Most definitely ... what do we sacrifice to these new idols? Time, family, communication, money, respect ... the list is endless.
My stepdaughter asked her classmates which they would rather give up ... a foot or the internet? The concensus was each student at her lunch table would rather lose a foot. Now, really, no one is going to sacrifice a limb, but perhaps this is a good "wake up call." We need to go back to what's really important and focus on what real sacrifice really is ... ouch! ... not a foot or the internet, but laying ourselves on the altar and making God the center of our homes once again ... not the Mac Book.
1 John 5:21
... guard yourselves from idols.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
"That's My Jen!"
There is no other way to say it, being a step mom is tough. There is nothing easy about it. I knew going in, it would be an interesting ride. The kids never cease to remind me that I am are not the "real mom" (not overtly, but it's just there). When Paul and I were married, the children and I said vows to each other that went something like this ...
"Jennifer, do you promise to be a faithful wife to Paul, a spiritual leader of your home and also a patient, loving mother to Joe, Olivia and Sam, caring for them and providing for them as your own? Do you promise to be their strength and their emotional support, loving them with all your heart and making Christ the center of your home?
And now, Joe, Olivia and Sam, do you promise to love and respect Jennifer? Do you promise to support this marriage and your family? Do you promise to accept the responsibility of being their children, and to encourage them and support them in your new life together?"
We all said, "I do." But did we really? When I re-read those vows, I have to admit, that's a pretty tall order from every angle. "Patient, loving mother? Love and respect?!"
Following a relaxing, family summer vacation on the beach at the end of July, we faced the first day of school on August 15. It was, in a word, CHAOS. I had been looking forward to the beginning of school. We would all get back on some sort of schedule. But, when it hit, it was like "the perfect storm." We were controlled by "the schedule" and the children all felt their "stuff" was most important. There were demands, disrespect and yes ... many tears. As the step mom, my heart was breaking. I thought I was handling everything so well ... breathe in, breathe out ... breathe in, breathe out ... I even went to work early for some quiet time. What happened to that "patient, loving mother" and the vows of "love and respect?"
Much like a marriage and even our relationship with God, sometimes, we let the chaos of our lives consume us and the love and respect part? It goes right out the window. The good news is that God is still in control and loves us beyond measure, even when life, and everyone around us seem completely out of control.
As for being a step mom? It's week 2 of school and the kids come home from the "real mom's" house today. I'll let you how it goes. Even with all that happened last week, I have to admit that being a step mom is still a "pretty cool gig." And, when we reach new heights of crazy, as the vows said, I still "love them with all my heart." The benefits outweigh the craziness ... smiles, hugs, high fives, knuckles, cuddles and laughter.
Sam still can't remember the word "step mom," so he introduces me and says, "that's My Jen." I think he believes everyone has a "My Jen" (he's only 5)! So, I'll be content to be "My Jen," and continue to pray every day that we will all be respectful and mindful of each other in our home. I know that when life is running amok, "My God" reigns and sits on His throne ... and smiles when, much like when He calmed the stormy seas, He calms "My Jen's" chaotic world.
"Jennifer, do you promise to be a faithful wife to Paul, a spiritual leader of your home and also a patient, loving mother to Joe, Olivia and Sam, caring for them and providing for them as your own? Do you promise to be their strength and their emotional support, loving them with all your heart and making Christ the center of your home?
And now, Joe, Olivia and Sam, do you promise to love and respect Jennifer? Do you promise to support this marriage and your family? Do you promise to accept the responsibility of being their children, and to encourage them and support them in your new life together?"
We all said, "I do." But did we really? When I re-read those vows, I have to admit, that's a pretty tall order from every angle. "Patient, loving mother? Love and respect?!"
Following a relaxing, family summer vacation on the beach at the end of July, we faced the first day of school on August 15. It was, in a word, CHAOS. I had been looking forward to the beginning of school. We would all get back on some sort of schedule. But, when it hit, it was like "the perfect storm." We were controlled by "the schedule" and the children all felt their "stuff" was most important. There were demands, disrespect and yes ... many tears. As the step mom, my heart was breaking. I thought I was handling everything so well ... breathe in, breathe out ... breathe in, breathe out ... I even went to work early for some quiet time. What happened to that "patient, loving mother" and the vows of "love and respect?"
Much like a marriage and even our relationship with God, sometimes, we let the chaos of our lives consume us and the love and respect part? It goes right out the window. The good news is that God is still in control and loves us beyond measure, even when life, and everyone around us seem completely out of control.
As for being a step mom? It's week 2 of school and the kids come home from the "real mom's" house today. I'll let you how it goes. Even with all that happened last week, I have to admit that being a step mom is still a "pretty cool gig." And, when we reach new heights of crazy, as the vows said, I still "love them with all my heart." The benefits outweigh the craziness ... smiles, hugs, high fives, knuckles, cuddles and laughter.
Sam still can't remember the word "step mom," so he introduces me and says, "that's My Jen." I think he believes everyone has a "My Jen" (he's only 5)! So, I'll be content to be "My Jen," and continue to pray every day that we will all be respectful and mindful of each other in our home. I know that when life is running amok, "My God" reigns and sits on His throne ... and smiles when, much like when He calmed the stormy seas, He calms "My Jen's" chaotic world.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Love Like "the Wind ... "
We are discussing "loving one another" in Sunday School ... agreeably one of the most important, yet difficult commandments. Even the Pastor admits it's not his "best" subject.
Recently, I had a "theological discussion" with my brother -in-law about the Holy Spirit. I reminded him that the Holy Spirit is like the wind ... you can't see the wind ... but you can see the affects of the wind. You cannot see the Holy Spirit, but you can see the affects of the Holy Spirit.
It just struck me yesterday. This is exactly how to best illustrate God's love. Scripture tells us that we cannot see God. However, we can see God, His love and the affects of His love in His Children ... much like the wind. The only way some people will ever see God is through us.
If we are not showing His love, how will those who are lost ever really "see" God?
Recently, I had a "theological discussion" with my brother -in-law about the Holy Spirit. I reminded him that the Holy Spirit is like the wind ... you can't see the wind ... but you can see the affects of the wind. You cannot see the Holy Spirit, but you can see the affects of the Holy Spirit.
It just struck me yesterday. This is exactly how to best illustrate God's love. Scripture tells us that we cannot see God. However, we can see God, His love and the affects of His love in His Children ... much like the wind. The only way some people will ever see God is through us.
If we are not showing His love, how will those who are lost ever really "see" God?
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Stop Talking! Stop Talking? What Does That Look Like?
Another episode of "Father Knows Best...But Sam Thinks He Does..." Paul was trying to fix Sam's video game and Sam has a habit of spitting out as many words as he can in a short period of time without breathing...he is 5 afterall. The non-stop chatter was starting to grate. As Paul was fixing the game, Sam was "helping!"
Paul finally stopped and looked at him and said, "this would be a lot easier if you would stop talking." Sam looked at him with a puzzled look and responded, "Stop talking...stop talking? How does that work? I can't just STOP talking!"
Contrary to we earthly parents, our Heavenly Father does not weary of conversations with His children. He does not want us to stop talking. He wants us to tell him everything ... our struggles and our praises. He knows and understands every tear and heartbreak and every moment of rejoicing. There are times when we don't feel worthy to bring our petitions to Him, but He "is" grace and mercy.
As parents, there are times when we glaze over and stop listening. God never stops listening and He is in control of every situation...even when the 5 year old won't stop talking. Ah, that God, what a kidder!!!
Paul finally stopped and looked at him and said, "this would be a lot easier if you would stop talking." Sam looked at him with a puzzled look and responded, "Stop talking...stop talking? How does that work? I can't just STOP talking!"
Contrary to we earthly parents, our Heavenly Father does not weary of conversations with His children. He does not want us to stop talking. He wants us to tell him everything ... our struggles and our praises. He knows and understands every tear and heartbreak and every moment of rejoicing. There are times when we don't feel worthy to bring our petitions to Him, but He "is" grace and mercy.
As parents, there are times when we glaze over and stop listening. God never stops listening and He is in control of every situation...even when the 5 year old won't stop talking. Ah, that God, what a kidder!!!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Shhh....Don't Tell the Children!
Just between us ... my husband and I are secretly keeping a list of all of the things we are going to do when the children are grown and we are invited to THEIR homes. Most people make 'bucket lists' ... we're making "payback" lists. With three children, this should keep us busy well into our retirement years.
You totally know what I am talking about ... things like:
Okay, we haven't actually made an Excel spreadsheet or hunted down a smartphone app for it. Paul and I just look at each other and say, "we're adding it to the list!"
We had the "Lord's Supper" last Sunday. I was praying silently ... "getting things right" with the Lord ... asking forgiveness for "MY LIST." Oh boy! What a long list that is! I am so thankful I can ask for forgiveness and God let's me start anew with a clean "slate." Thankfully, He has "a shorter memory" than we earthly parents.
While we are sometimes serious about making that list as earthly parents ... in the next moment as godly parents, we remember how much we love and miss them when they are not with us. We are concerned for their well-being. We hurt when they hurt and we rejoice in their happiness.
Isn't that just so reflective of our heavenly Father in His love for us?
I am so glad God isn't into making payback lists for His children. Amen ...
You totally know what I am talking about ... things like:
- door slamming
- emptying the ice cube tray and putting it back in the freezer ... EMPTY!
- chocolate pudding splattered all over the counter/walls
- gum wrappers and other various items in the toilet
- empty cereal boxes put back in the cupboard
- cereal and/or candy wrappers on the back of the sofa (and generally strewn about the living room)
- lounging around while everyone is working and complaining how bored "we" are
- instead of helping get dinner ON the table ... constantly ask when it will be ready
- pee on the toilet seat (leaving the seat up at all times ... just in case of an emergency)
- chocolate pudding smeared across the coffee table
- yelling from across the house or the yard and expecting an answer
- texting while others are are trying to talk
- silverware in the garbage can
- constantly saying "we" should do this or that when they really mean "you" should do it
- ... don't forget this one ... "I am too busy ... the universal excuse to get out of anything
- acting like we have rocks in our heads
Okay, we haven't actually made an Excel spreadsheet or hunted down a smartphone app for it. Paul and I just look at each other and say, "we're adding it to the list!"
We had the "Lord's Supper" last Sunday. I was praying silently ... "getting things right" with the Lord ... asking forgiveness for "MY LIST." Oh boy! What a long list that is! I am so thankful I can ask for forgiveness and God let's me start anew with a clean "slate." Thankfully, He has "a shorter memory" than we earthly parents.
While we are sometimes serious about making that list as earthly parents ... in the next moment as godly parents, we remember how much we love and miss them when they are not with us. We are concerned for their well-being. We hurt when they hurt and we rejoice in their happiness.
Isn't that just so reflective of our heavenly Father in His love for us?
I am so glad God isn't into making payback lists for His children. Amen ...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Which One Is My Left?
I have been away from my blog for awhile. Life gets busy with a husband and three children who are out of school.
I posted on my Facebook page a conversation between Paul and our 5-year old, Sam. He told his dad he would retrieve the dishwasher detergent from the pantry and asked if it was on the right or left. His dad responded that it was on the left. Sam then inquired, "Dad, which one is my left?"
We were discussing finding treasures in Sunday school last week. There are so many treasures in God's Word. I miss my devotion time. Life has gotten so busy that my Bible reading is pretty much non-existent. Now, I do realize that it is no one's fault but my own and that "God is a busy guy" too.
As I was having this discussion about time and finding time to immerse myself in God's Word, the old saying came to mind ... "Give God what's right, not what's left."
I have been finding ways to make it part of my busy day through online devotions and online Bible websites that I can read on my "smart" phone. God has given us the tools to read His Word no matter where we are or how busy we become. We just have to use them (and keep them out of the spam filter).
I am so thankful for a church family that encourages me and lets me know that I am not the only one struggling to find time with God. And, that we can share tools and resources that help each other grow closer to Him. As you go through your week ... don't give God "what's left."
I posted on my Facebook page a conversation between Paul and our 5-year old, Sam. He told his dad he would retrieve the dishwasher detergent from the pantry and asked if it was on the right or left. His dad responded that it was on the left. Sam then inquired, "Dad, which one is my left?"
We were discussing finding treasures in Sunday school last week. There are so many treasures in God's Word. I miss my devotion time. Life has gotten so busy that my Bible reading is pretty much non-existent. Now, I do realize that it is no one's fault but my own and that "God is a busy guy" too.
As I was having this discussion about time and finding time to immerse myself in God's Word, the old saying came to mind ... "Give God what's right, not what's left."
I have been finding ways to make it part of my busy day through online devotions and online Bible websites that I can read on my "smart" phone. God has given us the tools to read His Word no matter where we are or how busy we become. We just have to use them (and keep them out of the spam filter).
I am so thankful for a church family that encourages me and lets me know that I am not the only one struggling to find time with God. And, that we can share tools and resources that help each other grow closer to Him. As you go through your week ... don't give God "what's left."
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Rapture Practice Anyone?
I don't know if you have heard, but the world is supposed to come to an end this Saturday at 5 p.m. central time. Hmm.
I struggle with this because ... yes, if Jesus were to return on Saturday, what a glorious day! On the other hand, I don't want my friends and/or family to be "left behind" and look to me with tears in their eyes and say, "why didn't you tell me?"
Jesus clearly states, in the New Testament that we won't ever know the day or time of His return. Since I firmly believe that no one can "out guess" the Lord, I am confident of the fact that I still have work to do and time in which to do it.
I joked with a friend that until His return, I would be out on the front lawn, jumping up and down having rapture practice. But practice for the rapture should really be in the form of sharing Jesus with others before it's too late. Let's all get busy!!!
I struggle with this because ... yes, if Jesus were to return on Saturday, what a glorious day! On the other hand, I don't want my friends and/or family to be "left behind" and look to me with tears in their eyes and say, "why didn't you tell me?"
Jesus clearly states, in the New Testament that we won't ever know the day or time of His return. Since I firmly believe that no one can "out guess" the Lord, I am confident of the fact that I still have work to do and time in which to do it.
I joked with a friend that until His return, I would be out on the front lawn, jumping up and down having rapture practice. But practice for the rapture should really be in the form of sharing Jesus with others before it's too late. Let's all get busy!!!
Thursday, April 14, 2011
That's a "Come On Man!"
One of our favorite things about the fall season is Monday Night Football. It's an EVENT. My husband and I eat our dinner (something "football appropriate") in front of the television, watch the game and wait anxiously for halftime. Excitement builds as the title of our favorite segment slowly inches its way up the side of the screen, ever so close to airing (8:17pm). It's called, "Come On Man!" This is when the sportscasters highlight bad plays, unbelievable passes and catches or just plain "crazy talk" from the players and/or coaches. After each, we hear Chris Berman, Cris Carter or one of the other sportscasters yell, "Come On Man!"
At the Canelos house, this phrase has become a "staple." With 3 children (2 of which are teenagers), it is required quite often.
Yesterday, after a long day of frustration at work, Sam and I used garden hoes to cut thistles out of the yard. Actually, Sam just "hacked" them into a million tiny pieces, but it was a good effort. Hey, he's 4 years old ... at least he "showed up!" We were both tired (okay, I was tired) as we put away the garden tools and went inside to help make dinner.
We were all sitting at the dinner table, having a family meeting about things that needed to be done around the house. There was a discussion about the development of a "chore chart" and how to split up the chores among the 5 of us.
Then it happened ...
My 15-year old genius** said, "Doing the dishes is women's work, so I think the girls should have to do them! The guys can just do the outside stuff." (This is the point in the television sitcom where everything comes to a screeching halt and you hear the "scratching record" sound.) I thought my head was going to explode. COME ON MAN!!!
When I stop and think about it, there are many things in my day that prompt a "Come On Man!" When I was driving to work this morning, I saw the bright light of the giant LED sign at the truck stop on I-35 flashing $3.69 for fuel (as my husband and I both drive 80 miles round trip to work every day ... each!!!) "COME ON MAN!"
As the frustrations at home boil over and I voice them to my husband ... I know he's thinking, "Come On Man!" When a woman at the grocery store blocks the aisle as she stands there and chit chats her BFF and you need to get home to make dinner ... that's a total "Come On Man!" When cell phones ring during the church service ... "Come On Man!" When I see a FB post about my friend's twenty-something, male children not being able to "hit the toilet" ... that is most definitely a "Come On Man!"
OH, you know where I am going with this ... how many times do we give God a reason to think, "Come On Man!" When our thoughts and our actions betray Him ... when we hear things coming out of our mouths and we can't stop ourselves ... when we say we are too busy meditate on His Word, pray or even get ourselves out of bed to honor Him with our presence in worship ... "COME ON MAN!"
I am going to try harder this week not to let inward frustrations turn into outward "expressions." I don't want to give God a reason to say, "Come On Man!"
(I input the phrase "Come On Man" in the bible.com search field, but it didn't display any results. Don't worry, He's got this one covered too ... He provides endless instruction regarding obedience!) I hope you have a blessed day ... without any "Come On Man(s)!"
**genius (of the Wile E. Coyote variety) = no where to be found when the "outside" work (i.e. the so-called man's work) was being done for the past several weekends!
At the Canelos house, this phrase has become a "staple." With 3 children (2 of which are teenagers), it is required quite often.
Yesterday, after a long day of frustration at work, Sam and I used garden hoes to cut thistles out of the yard. Actually, Sam just "hacked" them into a million tiny pieces, but it was a good effort. Hey, he's 4 years old ... at least he "showed up!" We were both tired (okay, I was tired) as we put away the garden tools and went inside to help make dinner.
We were all sitting at the dinner table, having a family meeting about things that needed to be done around the house. There was a discussion about the development of a "chore chart" and how to split up the chores among the 5 of us.
Then it happened ...
My 15-year old genius** said, "Doing the dishes is women's work, so I think the girls should have to do them! The guys can just do the outside stuff." (This is the point in the television sitcom where everything comes to a screeching halt and you hear the "scratching record" sound.) I thought my head was going to explode. COME ON MAN!!!
When I stop and think about it, there are many things in my day that prompt a "Come On Man!" When I was driving to work this morning, I saw the bright light of the giant LED sign at the truck stop on I-35 flashing $3.69 for fuel (as my husband and I both drive 80 miles round trip to work every day ... each!!!) "COME ON MAN!"
As the frustrations at home boil over and I voice them to my husband ... I know he's thinking, "Come On Man!" When a woman at the grocery store blocks the aisle as she stands there and chit chats her BFF and you need to get home to make dinner ... that's a total "Come On Man!" When cell phones ring during the church service ... "Come On Man!" When I see a FB post about my friend's twenty-something, male children not being able to "hit the toilet" ... that is most definitely a "Come On Man!"
OH, you know where I am going with this ... how many times do we give God a reason to think, "Come On Man!" When our thoughts and our actions betray Him ... when we hear things coming out of our mouths and we can't stop ourselves ... when we say we are too busy meditate on His Word, pray or even get ourselves out of bed to honor Him with our presence in worship ... "COME ON MAN!"
I am going to try harder this week not to let inward frustrations turn into outward "expressions." I don't want to give God a reason to say, "Come On Man!"
(I input the phrase "Come On Man" in the bible.com search field, but it didn't display any results. Don't worry, He's got this one covered too ... He provides endless instruction regarding obedience!) I hope you have a blessed day ... without any "Come On Man(s)!"
**genius (of the Wile E. Coyote variety) = no where to be found when the "outside" work (i.e. the so-called man's work) was being done for the past several weekends!
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Sometimes You Just "Gotta Call A Guy ..."
My husband and I spent the past couple of weekends sawing, chopping, picking up, hauling ... We have pain in our lower backs to prove it!
If you saw my FB page, you saw the debris left by our determination to rid our home of mulberry trees, dead trees/branches and overgrown bushes. It looks like a tornado hit and yes, we have quite a mess to clean up.
On Saturday, I did what I could to keep up with Paul and his newfound love for the gas-powered chain saw. I kept dragging and hauling branches and logs to the "gigantor" (Sam's favorite word) pile of brush "ruining" the view on the east edge of our yard. It was so high, I literally had to throw things to reach the top of the heap.
We just kept going on Sunday and created an even bigger mess. We just stood and stared at our "war-torn" yard with fallen branches everywhere. I kept thinking to myself ... it feels so good to have this done, but where are we going to put it all?!
On Monday, I ended up looking up a service to haul it away. Paul was skeptical about hiring someone, determined that we could burn a little each week and make it disappear. I told him that I had made an executive decision and "called a guy" to come clean it up and haul it away. Listen, there are times in life, when you know you are in over your head and you just have to "call a guy!"
Much like our Christian walk ... there are times when you just have to ask for help and "call THE Guy!" There are things that, as humans, we can't handle on our own and we reach out to the Lord in prayer. If you are facing something today, that you can't handle or feels too large for you to "lift" by yourself. There is no "Guy" bigger than God and He will help you bear those burdens...so call "THE Guy!"
If you saw my FB page, you saw the debris left by our determination to rid our home of mulberry trees, dead trees/branches and overgrown bushes. It looks like a tornado hit and yes, we have quite a mess to clean up.
On Saturday, I did what I could to keep up with Paul and his newfound love for the gas-powered chain saw. I kept dragging and hauling branches and logs to the "gigantor" (Sam's favorite word) pile of brush "ruining" the view on the east edge of our yard. It was so high, I literally had to throw things to reach the top of the heap.
We just kept going on Sunday and created an even bigger mess. We just stood and stared at our "war-torn" yard with fallen branches everywhere. I kept thinking to myself ... it feels so good to have this done, but where are we going to put it all?!
On Monday, I ended up looking up a service to haul it away. Paul was skeptical about hiring someone, determined that we could burn a little each week and make it disappear. I told him that I had made an executive decision and "called a guy" to come clean it up and haul it away. Listen, there are times in life, when you know you are in over your head and you just have to "call a guy!"
Much like our Christian walk ... there are times when you just have to ask for help and "call THE Guy!" There are things that, as humans, we can't handle on our own and we reach out to the Lord in prayer. If you are facing something today, that you can't handle or feels too large for you to "lift" by yourself. There is no "Guy" bigger than God and He will help you bear those burdens...so call "THE Guy!"
Friday, April 1, 2011
April Fool's Day
1 Corinthians 4:10
We are fools for Christ's sake, but you are prudent in Christ; we are weak, but you are strong; you are distinguished, but we are without honor.
While others find our faith foolish, we must stand for our faith and be "fools" for Christ.
Be a "fool" for Jesus today!!!!
We are fools for Christ's sake, but you are prudent in Christ; we are weak, but you are strong; you are distinguished, but we are without honor.
While others find our faith foolish, we must stand for our faith and be "fools" for Christ.
Be a "fool" for Jesus today!!!!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Renewing of Our Strength
These past few months have been a challenge for many. Our family has experienced loss, illness and grown weary from the "trials" that life brings. I read this passage this morning and wanted to post it to give hope to others who are weary from "life." God never grows weary or faint ... He is everlasting.
Isaiah 40:28-31
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He never grows faint or weary;
His understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might He increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
Isaiah 40:28-31
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He never grows faint or weary;
His understanding is unsearchable.
He gives power to the faint,
and to him who has no might He increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint.
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