Remember "The Footprints Prayer," where there are two sets of footprints in the sand, our own set and that of the Lord's? Yet, when only one set is visible during the lowest, saddest times, the Lord said, "It was then that I carried you."
Last year was traumatic for me. I shed many tears and I know that God carried me through. However, when I was being carried, there was not just one, but four sets of footprints in the sand during that time. They were the footprints of four very dear friends, each who carried me in her own way. The Lord had my friends do the carrying. Thank you, dear friends. I pray that I can have the privilege of helping to carry you when you need it most.
But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; my trust is in the tender mercy of God forever and ever. [Psalm 52:9]
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Monday, April 29, 2013
Mother Teresa Would Agree with Joni
Yesterday, we talked about how, when we "die to self" for the sake of another, a beautiful fragrance will result. That fragrance shows itself as love, more love.
Mother Teresa said the same thing in a different way:
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
― Mother Teresa
Are you willing?
Mother Teresa said the same thing in a different way:
“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”
― Mother Teresa
Are you willing?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Rose petals
I, by chance while out driving, have heard quadriplegic Joni Earekson Tada speaking
on Christian radio several times recently. She and her husband, Ken,
have come out with a book about marriage. She had the most
beautiful illustration that I wanted to pass along, although I won't be
able to say it as well as she did.
She said that, every morning, a couple of women come to help her get ready for the day. There were some dried rose petals on her bathroom counter that had fallen off a bouquet. The girls were starting to clean them up and she asked them to stop, take the petals, and crush them in their fingers. Then she asked them to hold up the crushed petals to her nose. She smelled the beautiful fragrance that came when those petals were crushed.
Joni said that this is what marriage is like. You are crushed, and as you allow the crushing to take place, a beautiful fragrance comes forth.
She said that, every morning, a couple of women come to help her get ready for the day. There were some dried rose petals on her bathroom counter that had fallen off a bouquet. The girls were starting to clean them up and she asked them to stop, take the petals, and crush them in their fingers. Then she asked them to hold up the crushed petals to her nose. She smelled the beautiful fragrance that came when those petals were crushed.
Joni said that this is what marriage is like. You are crushed, and as you allow the crushing to take place, a beautiful fragrance comes forth.
Pansies
I discovered today, in my leaf compost pile, a pansy plant in full
orange-flowered bloom. Last fall, I had dumped the contents of my
flower pots onto the compost pile. Sometimes the beautiful moments,
that we think are gone, can come unexpectedly to visit us again.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Shining
My favorite devotional spoke today of shining for
Christ.
I usually send my children off, be
it for a play date or a romantic date, with a prayer. I pray over them that they will shine for
Christ.
Yet shining has a cost.
A candle does not shine unless it is burning. This burning causes self-reduction, even
pain.
“Many want the glory without the cross, the shining without
the burning, but crucifixion comes before coronation.
“’The glory of tomorrow is rooted in the drudgery of today.’”
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
For Happiness or For Unhappiness
I'm not convinced that "happiness" is a necessary constant in order
for someone to stay married. Happiness often is a byproduct of wise
choices made on the part of both people in a marriage. Yet, even then, there
are some days when we feel happy and days when we don't, for any number of
reasons. (Sometimes, the reasons can even be hormonal.)
Is it our spouse's job to make us happy? If we approach our marriage in
that way, we will become demanding tyrants, contributing to misery of
the very person the WE CHOSE to marry. What should be our focus on any given
day?
Greater love hath no man/woman than this that he lays down his life for his
friend. It comes back to Christ's perfect example, of laying aside his own rights and desires and seeking to serve
those He loved. This is how to treat the person we have vowed to love
for better or for worse...... for happiness or for unhappiness.
If I were to make a "happiness chart" of my own marriage, it would look
like the Himalayan Mountain range. Nonetheless, the fine wine of a lasting
marriage grows deeper and more valuable with each passing day.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Am I a Five-Star Spouse?
We are currently looking to buy another vehicle. I have been
spending time on car websites, like Consumer Reports and Edmunds,
reading many, many reviews on certain cars.
When
a car is bought new and has been reviewed right away, I think, "That
car hasn't stood the test of time. It may seem great at first, but how
will it do over a period of years?"
Each person
gives the car a 1-5 star rating. The car I'm considering has a 4.5
rating. I read 141 reviews. Some say, "Great vehicle. Fun to drive.
No complaints." Others say, "Doesn't get the gas mileage that it
claims," and one said, "This vehicle stinks!"
It got me to thinking....
What
rating would we get if our spouse were to give us a star rating between
one and five?? Would it be, "Started off great, but didn't perform
well over time," or, "Extremely reliable; happy with my choice," or
perhaps,"Very disappointed; am planning to cut my losses and trade it
in."
It's tempting to think about what rating we
would assign to our spouse, but it is more beneficial to estimate what
our own rating could be. The God who created the universe, the Milky
Way, and all the stars can help us to become worthy of a 5-star rating.
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