PERSISTING IN THE PRESENCE OF GOD

I think I used to take the Psalms for granted.  I don’t know how to describe it really.  Of course, I knew the Psalms were outpourings, mostly of King David, but since they were not “Bible Stories,” I don’t know that I took them as seriously or regarded them as having as much substance as the rest of the Word.  I’m pretty sure that it was simply that the Psalms are more thoughtful, more spirit-filled, more emotional, and frankly just deeper than my shallow mind wants to go.  Of course, they are beautifully written but I viewed them as I would a beautiful work of art, more of a decoration. 

Following many rabbit holes lately, I find myself more often than not landing squarely in the Psalms.  Many times that’s where my rabbit hole ends.  After landing there so many times, I’ve been convicted of my superficial readings of the Psalms as just pretty poems.  I’ve been convicted too that I don’t get to pick and choose what is it important in the Word of God – who do I think I am?  By viewing the Psalms in that way, I applied my own weight to the Word of God.  Again, regret and humiliation.

I pour my thoughts about the Psalms out to you just in case there’s someone else out there who’s been thinking like me.  If so, we’re completely wrong and need to seek God’s forgiveness for being such Bible blowhards!

The Psalms require me to think, something I’d rather not spend my time doing.  They require introspection, something I’d rather not do.  They require humility, something I’d rather not do. They require us to think about our sins, our regrets,  our fears, our temptations, just like King David did, and they require our repentance, just like King David did. 

But, in addition to the solemnness of the Psalms there is so much delightful praise!  There is comfort!  There is reassurance!  There is prophecy!  There is forgiveness!  There is provision!  There is promise!  I believe there is a Psalm for every situation in our life.

Now, that long stream of consciousness leads me to where I wanted to start today…

On a Bible trail of God’s nightly and daily direction, I came across Psalm 42:8:

By day the Lord directs his love, at night his song is with me – a prayer to the God of my life – Psalm 42:8

Then, like every good rabbit trail, I read all of Psalm 42:

As the deer longs for streams of water,

so I long for you, O God.

I thirst for God, the living God.

When can I go and stand before him?

Day and night I have only tears for food,

while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,

“Where is this God of yours?”

My heart is breaking

as I remember how it used to be:

I walked among the crowds of worshipers,

leading a great procession to the house of God,

singing for joy and giving thanks

amid the sound of a great celebration!

Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and my God!

Now I am deeply discouraged,

but I will remember you—

even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,

from the land of Mount Mizar.

I hear the tumult of the raging seas

as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.

But each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me,

and through each night I sing his songs,

praying to God who gives me life.

“O God my rock,” I cry,

“why have you forgotten me?

Why must I wander around in grief,

oppressed by my enemies?”

Their taunts break my bones.

They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”

Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and my God!

After reading this Psalm, my thoughts then shifted from God’s daily and nightly guidance to thinking about the very first frost we experienced lately and the several thereafter and how for some that triggers discouragement, sadness, the blues, and the dread of winter.  Just like in winter, some of our seasons of life area a little gray.   Because of it’s rotation, the sun doesn’t feel as warm in the winter, it doesn’t shine as brightly and it definitely doesn’t shine as many hours although longer days are on the horizon.  Yet we still long for the warmth and brightness of summer.

Now it sounds to me as if the writer of Psalm 42 definitely had a winter thing going on.  Sometimes in our longing for the Lord, the enemy comes along and hurls discouragement at us.  In our thirst for the Lord, the enemy taunts us and hurls insults at us.  And in our discouragement, we sometimes call out – O God Why Have You Forgotten Me?  But, I love how the writer constantly retrieved his mind from those low places.  And, as we know all too well, in those moments of discouragement, sadness, brokenness, winter, it’s no easy feat to retrieve our thoughts.  But, look how the writer did so, time and time again:

Why am I discouraged?

Why is my heart so sad?

I will put my hope in God!

I will praise him again—

my Savior and my God!

I will praise Him again – my Savior and my God!  When we are feeling the weight of the winters in our hearts and minds, it’s not as easy as just snapping out of it, being positive, changing our attitudes, thinking of something else. But, we can turn the focus from our thoughts to praising the Lord.  When we’re assailed by winter thoughts, don’t try to unthink them, we can’t do that on our own, Praise the Lord!  Did you know that earnestly calling out His name is an act of praise?  Did you know that saying thank you, Lord, is an act of praise?  Did you know saying I love you, Lord, is an act of praise?  Anytime we shift the focus from ourselves to Jesus, it’s an act of praise.  The Psalms are full of praises, write one down, memorize one, rely on one throughout the winter.

The beauty of it is that winter is a season and seasons change and with each season comes fuller sun and much needed warmth.

So, I have these Ruby Slippers, you might just say that they are a little magic.  Not the click your heels, there’s no place like home magic, but spirit filled nonetheless.  I didn’t take a picture of them cause taking a picture of your shoes to publish is just weird. 

Back this summer, a dear friend gifted me a pair of red shoes.  They are flat, ballet-style, made of recycled materials,  and washable.  They are comfortable, most days, and they are name brand to boot (shoe!).  But, most of all, because of their qualities, you know, what they’re made of, and the name on them, these little flats are spirit filled.  I know, it was shocking to me too. Let me explain…

Unbeknownst to me, these little numbers are apparently the new “it” shoe, they’re a super hot commodity right now. It’s amazing, you put them on your feet, wear them in public, and suddenly folks start asking about your shoes.  I’m not kidding you every single time I wear them someone asks me about the shoes.  It’s like magic!  I put them on – are those (the brand name)?

Here’s the magic part.  I have been able to speak to so many people about Jesus, to varying depths, simply because I put on my Ruby Slippers.  They question the brand.  I then tell them where I got them, from my dear friend at Church!  Sometimes the conversation goes deeper (I talk about my branding — God’s Girl!), sometimes it does not.  They’re kind of like my Gospel Shoes.

How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of the messenger who brings good news, the good news of peace and salvation, the news that the God of Israel reigns!  Isaiah 52:7

Yes!  But, to be perfectly honest, sometimes I fail my beautiful slippers.  You see, sometimes we don’t really realize or appreciate what we have and what we’re to do with it. I didn’t really appreciate the value of the gift that was shared with me.

We need to take advantage of the opportunities God has given us. Instead of passing by it way too quickly, or easily forgetting (or selfishly not caring) that our sole purpose on this earth is to bring glory to God by proclaiming the Good News to others.  In fact, it’s the very least we could do for the One who gave us the most precious gift of all, earthly life and my more importantly, eternal life.

I’m not being flip when I speak of my shoes and Jesus.  We are to take the Good News to anyone and everyone.  We are to use every opportunity to talk about Jesus, even if it is meeting someone over a pair of shoes made out of recycled water bottles.  We are to persist in His presence and yes, it can be when I’m wearing my Ruby Slippers.

Frankly, there are so many lessons for me in those beautiful red shoes – the love of a friend (the way God loves us), recycled material (aren’t our lives reshaped, renewed, remade, reformed), they’re washable (wash me and I will be whiter than snow), they happen to be red (He sought me and He bought me with His redeeming blood), they are conversation starters (Go tell it on the Mountain!).

Twenty twenty-two is upon us.  Resolutions abound.  How about finding something super ordinary in your life, perhaps a shoe, and turning it in to a conversation starter for Jesus.  Ordinary things – to the coffee clerk (where’s our energy, our strength, come from?), to the neighbor at the gas pumps (are we pumping regular or high octane?), to the clerk in the grocery store (feast on the Bread of Life?), etc.  I know that if we all stop and think for just a minute, we’ll each find our Gospel Shoes, our tool in our everyday lives with which to witness to others about our Jesus.

BTW, three folks I have met over my shoes in the last four months have wanted me to get back to them via email and let them know how they wash up, two of which I only met for the first time over my shoes.  Another opportunity…

At that time the Roman emperor, Augustus, decreed that a census should be taken throughout the Roman Empire. (This was the first census taken when Quirinius was governor of Syria.) All returned to their own ancestral towns to register for this census. And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home. He traveled there from the village of Nazareth in Galilee. He took with him Mary, to whom he was engaged, who was now expecting a child.

And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. She gave birth to her firstborn son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them. Luke 2:1-7

We know the story of Jesus’s birth well. We probably know more about the events surrounding Jesus’s birth than most Biblical teachings. We read and study the details of this amazing event at least once a year. We sing about it, we go see reenactments and displays about it. We set up exhibits of it in our yards. We may have even participated in a Christmas play or two. What a marvelous time of year, the story of how our Savior was born come to life. We can easily visualize the events of Jesus’s birth, can’t we? An Innkeeper, a stable, some animals, a trough or manger, a little stinkiness, Mary, Joseph, a chilly night, and maybe a few characters hanging out, a star in the sky and an angel overhead. That’s the external, what we can see, what our senses pick up. It’s a really nice story, isn’t it? Who doesn’t get the warm fuzzies when a baby is born, especially under such harsh conditions? It feels good, doesn’t it?

But, might I suggest that this season we look beyond the external now and then? Beyond the feel good, beyond the warm fuzzies, beyond the urge to coo back at the baby in the manger and note how cute He really is, and reflect on the essence of this event.

The true Miracle of Christmas is not the actual events of Christmas although there are many miracles therein — conceived by the Holy Spirit, virgin birth, unwed parents, escaping Herod, shepherds, wisemen and more.

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life. For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. John 3:16-17

The Miracle of Christmas is not that a baby was born, but that God loved us so much that He sent the baby. We need to make sure that the actual events don’t overshadow the reason for the events. If the actual events overshadow the reason for the events, it’s just another baby born, just another nice story, and that’s not what Jesus’s birth is.

This Baby was born of God’s great love for us. It is the story of Jesus birth in Bethlehem balanced with the reason He was sent — because God loved us so much! It’s cause and effect. The effect is that a Savior was born. The cause was God’s outrageous, indescribable, uncontainable, unfathomable love for us. A love that is sometimes hard for us to comprehend, right?

God showed how much he loved us by sending his one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through him. This is real love—not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins. 1 John 4:9-10

The birth of Jesus and the circumstances surrounding his birth are absolutely miraculous, but the true glory of the Miracle of Christmas is the fact that God loves us just that much.

From the squalor of a borrowed stable,
By the Spirit and a virgin’s faith;
To the anguish and the shame of scandal
Came the Saviour of the human race.
But the skies were filled with the praise of heaven,
Shepherds listen as the angels tell
Of the Gift of God come down to man
At the dawning of Immanuel.

Stuart Townsend

What Wondrous Love is this?

Gender reveals are a big thing in these days.  You know, where folks who are expecting a child come up with some very creative way to tell family and friends the gender of their expected child – boy or girl.  When Tony and I were expecting, there were no creative ways to reveal our baby’s gender.  Had we known before she was born, our reveal probably would have been a little lower key.  No cell call, email, text, Facebook, or Instagram message.  At most, it would have been a phone call to family and friends on a two foot cordless phone with a six foot antenna. 

Upon delivery Dr. Wanger said:  “A girl it is!”  Had Olivia not been a girl, he would have said:  “A boy it is!”  That was it!  Tony ran to the waiting room and told our family and friends:  “It’s a girl!!!”  That was our big reveal.  No balloons, no exploding cake, no blue or pink smoke bombs.

Guess what?  There were a couple of pretty significant gender reveals in the Bible.  Yep.  Before gender reveals were trendy.  Check this out:

But the angel said, “Don’t be afraid, Zechariah!  For God has heard your prayer, and your wife, Elizabeth, will bear you a son!  And you are to name him John.”  Luke 1:13

Top that gender reveal, folks.  Wild.  How appropo that a messenger from God, Gabriel, would announce the birth of Zechariah and Elizabeth’s son.   The messenger’s message about the messenger?  There was no sonogram or ultrasound.  No diagnostic testing.  It was a spiritual revelation.   A revelation by God’s Messenger, an Angel, Gabriel in fact.  The most spectacular gender reveal ever.  Well, almost…  Even more fantastic, Gabriel told them what to name this messenger.  John.  Named by God.  A name that speaks right to the heart of Zechariah and Elizabeth.  John — the Lord is gracious.  Gracious.  Merciful.  Compassionate.   John, the messenger with a message. 

“And he will persuade many Israelites to turn to the Lord their God.  He will be a man with the spirit and power of Elijah, the prophet of old.  He will precede the coming of the Lord, preparing the people for his arrival.  He will turn the hearts of the fathers to their children, and he will change disobedient minds to accept godly wisdom.”  Luke 1:16-7

There was another more significant gender reveal shortly afterward, right? 

“You will become pregnant and have a son, and you are to name him Jesus.  He will be very great and will be called the Son of the Most High.  And the Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David.  And he will reign over Israel forever; his Kingdom will never end!”       Luke 1:31-33

John came to make an announcement, to tell the world about the baby involved in the most significant gender reveal ever.  John came to tell people to turn.   Go the other way.  Turn to God and away from sin.  Prepare.  Get ready.  The Messiah is coming!  The Messiah is coming! The message is the same today.  Who are we persuading, preparing, telling — The Messiah is coming!

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There’s a phenomenon of nature I have noticed.  When I sit at my desk each morning facing east, I usually sit in the dark for a few minutes before I turn the light on just trying to wake up a little bit and try to center myself on the Lord God.  I open the window, which my desk sits in front of, so that I can hear.  I love the night sounds, we usually sleep with our window open, but I also love the morning sounds, or actually, the lack of day sounds.  Sure my feet sometimes get cold, but I just slip a blanket over my legs so I can feel, smell, and hear the day awaken.  I don’t want to miss that.

Back to the phenomenon…traveling sounds.  We’re planted with the mountain on our west and town to our east.  Driving to town sometimes seems like we live a far piece out, but listening in the early morning sometimes sounds like we’re built beside the interstate.  As I sit here writing, I can hear the interstate plain as day.  Vehicles, trucks traveling north to south, south to north.  My grandma used to say the trucks traveling past their house on Route 11 were “singing.”  That song is not one of my favorites.

The way we hear sound is very curious to me.  Granted, plenty of trees and natural barriers have been removed between the mountain and the interstate, nevertheless, plenty of barriers remain to absorb the sounds of the interstate too – ridges and hills, orchards, trees, leaves, brush.  But still…the interstate sound.  Granted it is sometimes louder than other times, depending on the density of trees and whether or not they have their leaves, depending on the density of the elements of the atmosphere too like smog, fog, rain, snow.

But, there is a certain psychology to sound.  It is physical, it happens through your brain and your ears and for some through the eyes. It is also psychology, sound happens in our emotions.  For instance, hearing a baby cry triggers happiness and causes us to go awwwww.  That same cry can also cause concern.  That physical sound not only triggers a physical response, but it triggers a psychological response as well.  Sounds have the ability to interact with our emotional hearts and create feelings.  Deep…sorry.

The interstate sounds remind me some of my relationship with God.  Sometimes I can hear Him so clearly moving in my world, singing His love song, His guidance song, His comfort song, His provision song, His salvation song and I react emotionally, with feelings, with my heart.   Like when a baby cries, as the song says, the Baby’s cry is the sound of love come down, He has come, Emmanuel!

At other times, though I may not be able to hear God’s voice or distinguish God’s voice above the parade of the interstate noise, you know, the vroom songs of life.  My ability to hear God’s voice is dependent wholly on an unholy me.  Have I removed the barriers that keep me from hearing Him?  Have I cut down all the trees that are muffling the sounds?  Have I placed the barriers that block the chatter of the world?  Have the elements of the atmosphere of the world, pain, fear, anger, anxiety, made it difficult for me to hear His song and made it difficult for me to feel His song in my heart?

You know, in Jesus day, it wouldn’t have been the interstate that made it hard to hear the baby’s cry, it may have been a caravan traveling to hometowns for the government required census,  it may have been Herod’s angry cries, it may have been the sound of Joseph, Mary and Baby Jesus fleeing to Africa, the sound of the Pharisees, the sound of Pilate’s verdict, the sounds of betrayal and rejection, the sound of Jesus being nailed to the cross.  Today, even the thought of those sounds emits an emotional response for those who love the Lord.

How can we tune in to the Lord’s voice through the din of the world?  How do we distinguish the voice of the Living God from the cacophony of our lives?  What is the key to hearing God in our loud lives, in our noisy worlds?  The Word.  We cannot hope to hear the Lord if we don’t know Him.  Where do we learn to recognize the sound of His voice?  In His Word.  We can live as close to Him as we want to, The Lord does not set up barriers to keep us from knowing Him, from hearing Him.  We do.  He will not tear down the barriers we set up to block His voice.  We must.

I listen carefully to what God the LORD is saying,

for he speaks peace to his faithful people.

But let them not return to their foolish ways.

Surely his salvation is near to those who fear him,

so our land will be filled with his glory.  Psalm 85:8-9

He came to us, He pursued us – He is the Good News.  How will we respond to the sounds of The Most High, the sound of love come down?

Come on, let’s go to Bethlehem!  Let’s see this wonderful thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.  Luke 2:15

Just doesn’t want to give up…

A couple weeks into November, Tony sent me this picture with that caption.  It might be a little hard to see, but those are wild snapdragons, or at least that’s what we call them.  The technical name for them is toadflax, but they’re also known as butter and eggs – yum. 

Now these wild snapdragons are typical spring/summer bloomers, those in the picture were still blooming after the frosts, they just didn’t want to give up. 

The LORD will guide you continually, giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength. You will be like a well-watered garden, like an ever-flowing spring.  Isaiah 58:11

Under the conditions we sometimes face on a daily basis – dark clouds, wind storms, and cold temperatures, the elements of life, it would be easy to give up, wouldn’t it?  We feel worn, broken, and pushed down.  But, as you can see in Isaiah, we have been given a promise.  Sometimes, under those harsh conditions, we find it hard to see the promises and we need to be reminded.

He will feed his flock like a shepherd. He will carry the lambs in his arms, holding them close to his heart. He will gently lead the mother sheep with their young.  Isaiah 40:11

Though storm clouds gather, because of His promises, we can bloom as the butter and eggs do.  No where does His Word say it will be easy.  No where does His Word say we’re on your own, figure it out, try harder.  In fact, His Word says the opposite.  For apart from me you can do nothing!

Everywhere His Word says I Am with you.  I Am with you!  I Am will guide you!  I Am will fill your spirit and restore your strength!  I Am will carry you in His arms!  I Am will hold you close to His heart!  I Am will make your night turn to day! 

Claiming all those promises and more from The Great I Am, will cause us to burst forth with beauty and hope, maybe with little tiny yellow buds barely poking through, yet making the bloom even more radiant under such harsh conditions.

Standing on the promises that cannot fail.
When the howling storms of doubt and fear assail,
By the living Word of God I shall prevail,
Standing on the promises of God.

What have I to dread, what have I to fear,
leaning on the everlasting arms?
I have blessed peace with my Lord so near,
leaning on the everlasting arms.

Standing on the promises of Christ, my King,
Through eternal ages let his praises ring;
Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing,
Standing on the promises of God.

Leaning, leaning,
safe and secure from all alarms;
leaning, leaning,
leaning on the everlasting arms.

Do we see the similarities in our lives?  When all the elements suggest the snapdragons should not grow — lack of sunlight, harsh winds, cold temperatures, bud deadening frost, their radiant yellow blooms burst forth in beauty and hope.  The Great I Am can and will do that in our lives also, we must not give up!

All the world is God’s own field,

Fruit unto His praise to yield;

Wheat and tares together sown,

Unto joy or sorrow grown;

First the blade, and then the ear,

Then the full corn shall appear:

Lord of harvest, grant that we

Wholesome grain and pure may be.

For the Lord our God shall come,

And shall take His harvest home;

From His field shall in that day

All offenses purge away;

Give His angels charge at last

In the fire the tares to cast;

But the fruitful ears to store

In His garner evermore.

Even so, Lord, quickly come,

Bring Thy final harvest home;

Gather Thou Thy people in,

Free from sorrow, free from sin,

There, forever purified,

In Thy garner to abide;

Come, with all Thine angels come,

Raise the glorious harvest home.

Henry Alford, 1844.

This is one of my favorite Thanksgiving songs. I’ve been humming it over the past couple of days and it does have a catchy tune. But I recently took a little time to actually look at the words. Things written in the 19th Century sometimes are a little hard to decipher at first, but the more I read this, the more I began to understand what the song really means. I guess I always knew it wasn’t about food although I associated it with food Sunday. This song has nothing to do with food and everything to do with salvation!

May we offer our thanksgiving of praise to the Lord of the Harvest for supplying our needs, our wants, for making us fruitful, for purging our sin, for gathering us. May we raise the song of harvest home to the world.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I don’t know about you all, but I feel like I’ve been on a quest for the perfect vacuum my entire adult life.   I now have three.  Our house has central vac, it’s awesome for hardwoods, tiles and linoleums, but it’s not so good on carpets.  Then I have this Dirt Devil, aptly named, that is very good for carpets and scatter rugs, but not good on hardwoods or linoleums.  Then I have this little stick vacuum that’s good for spot cleaning dog hair when I don’t want to pull out one of the others.  I often think of the prairie days when they had dirt floors, used a straw broom to sweep them clean and called it a day.  It makes my three vacuums look excessive.

Anyway, I was vacuuming last Saturday and noticed something I’d not before.  You know when you have indoor and outdoor animals you just have dirt and lots of it.  You also know that, for some reason, you can’t seem to get it cleaned up on the first swipe or two.  So, I usually go through with the central vac and pick up the big stuff.  Then, I go through and do the rugs with the Dirt Devil.  Then, I repeat that exercise a few more times.  For some reason when vacuuming, you can go over a spot, and turn around and there’s a dog hair tumbleweed tumbling from under the couch that you just vacuumed under.  Where does it come from?

On cleaning day, if I’m feeling super energetic, I drag both vacuums to the second floor and do the same exercise, which is a rarity. True to form, last Saturday I ran out of steam on the first floor so I thought, I’ll just run my little stick up the stairs and in the middle of the floors on the second floor.  You know, a lick and a promise.

Here’s what I noticed that I hadn’t before – my stick vacuum has a headlight on it!  Who knew they made vacuums with headlights? I had never noticed it until I was vacuuming the stairs – you know, all those nooks, crannies and crevices that dog hair, cobwebs, barn dirt tuck into?  I thought, dang, this is so cool!  Then I thought yuck that’s just gross!  With my other vacs I just assumed I was getting all the dirt up, even if I had to take a good many swipes.  But,  with the light on my stick I could clearly see the spots I was missing and the dirt that got left behind. I could only see the dirt because of the light.  It doesn’t mean the dirt wasn’t there, it means that the light revealed it. 

When I think of light, my mind goes to Jesus.  As I’m vacuuming those gross stairs and thanking goodness for the light on my stick, my heart suddenly says, thank goodness for the Light – thank goodness for Jesus!  I thought about all of those nooks, crannies, crevices and cracks in my heart that have all kinds of dirt stuck in them – sins, fears, anxieties, unforgiveness, busyness, lack of focus, not just the surface dirt that is out in the open that all can see, but all those little things that seep into the cracks of our hearts that we just can’t see without the Light.  How do we begin to clean up that dirt that is revealed by the Light?

Submit yourselves then to God…

James 4:7

Are we ready to listen to God?  Are we open to his instruction?  Are we open to obey? Are we willing to submit our lives to the King of Kings?  Are we willing to say, Lord, I am Yours?

Come close to God, and God will come close to you.  Wash your hands, you sinners; purify your hearts, for your loyalty is divided between God and the world.

James 4:8

Next time you’re cleaning around your house, think about cleaning around your heart.  If your vacuum doesn’t have a light, shine a flashlight where you’ve just vacuumed and see how much dirt you missed in the cracks of your heart.  Ask the Lord to reveal the dirt in your heart that needs to be sucked up and swept away.  We cannot do the heart cleaning on our own, we must have the Light.  When we submit ourselves to the Lord, when we bow down, only then will He lift us up.

Find me here at Your feet again
Everything I am
Reaching out I surrender
Come sweep me up in Your love again
And my soul will dance
On the wings of forever

My heart beating
My soul breathing
I found my life
When I laid it down
Upward falling
Spirit soaring
I touch the sky
When my knees hit the ground.

Hillsong United

I love looking around at nature and the effects of the season changes on my senses.  Seasons seem to change so slow-quick.  The sun has changed its rise position from north of east to south of east and it sets the same west.  Because of our latitudinal position, the prevailing west winds usher in those cooler temperatures and try as he may, the sun cannot significantly encourage that temperature up to those we’ve recently enjoyed.  There’s a big contrast in the seasons in our neck of the woods.

So the worst-best and I were walking up the road last weekend.  It was beautiful.  It was chilly (I had my overalls on) but the sun was shining so bright on the mountain.  The sunshine warmed the coolness.  So while the worst-best stops for a sniff and to try to eat something that makes you not want to kiss her, I look across the field and notice the frost.  Frost, dew drops that freeze when they land on a cooler surface, like the ground, or a fence, or your windshield.  These glistening, beautiful little ice crystals really look like snowflakes to me.  Simply, frozen dew.  Anyway, as I was looking out across the field I noticed something.  Where the sun shone the frost was melted and the grass was stretching tall.  The parts of the field shielded from the sun were still frozen and brittle and crunchy to the foot.  Do you see that?

The contrast in one field was striking to me – the grass in the sun and the grass in the shade.  Warm and cold.  Melted and frozen.  Pliable and hard.  Tall and beaten.  Life and lifeless.  Light and shade.  Having the two extremes side-by-side required me to look at both at the same time.  I could see the light and I could see the dark.  It challenged me to think, honestly, where do I want to be – sun or frost, light or shade?  And, I had to ask myself, am I where I want to be?  Where am I standing right now?  I challenge you as well, sun or frost, light or shade?  Where are you standing right now?

I have come as a light to shine in this dark world, so that all who put their trust in me will no longer remain in the dark. John 12:46

There are decisions to be made.  Are we standing in the warmth of His light or frosted in the shade?  Are we standing in the shadows or are we standing in the Light?  It really is a matter of heart.  Do we want hearts radiating the Son or hearts that radiate the cold, brittle, frozen?    Have we placed our trust in Him?  If so, we will be walking in the Son.  If we’re feeling frosted, crunchy to the touch, we may need to rethink where we’re standing.

While you have the Light, believe in the Light, so that you may become sons of Light.” John 12:35-36

The big question is — Are we standing in the Light?  Today, let’s evaluate where we’re standing – not where we should be standing we all know that answer, but where we actually are standing.  Our words and our actions should give us a good clue as to where we stand – Son or frost.  Look at the field.  Are you standing in the middle or in the shade, out of reach of the Light? 

I’m out walking in the dawn’s early light.  Sun peeping.  Silent.  Cool.  Refreshing.  Observing the work of the Master Artist puts a little spring in my step, a lilt in my tilt, a be in my bop.  I walk with the worst-best dog ever, feeling whole.  The sense that all is right with the world is palpable.  I offer praises to my Maker for the glory of the moment.  I smile.  It’s simply a glorious day!

When I start thinking about my day, reality sets in.  The song stops.  The birds stop singing.  The storm clouds roll in.  The mind reels.  I think of the busyness of the day ahead.  I think of the diagnosis of a friend.  I think of the relationship hurts of another.  I think of the addictions of another.  I think of the loss of a loved one of another.  I think…I think…I think…  As I think, I pray.  As I pray, I look beyond to the scape that only minutes ago made me feel on top of the world.  Have you ever experienced that? Mountain to valley in a minute? Rising to submerged in a second?  Underwhelmed to overwhelmed in a heartbeat?  I wonder to myself, how did I get from glorious to downright gloomy in a millisecond?  I simply lost my mind – no kidding, I completely lost perspective and perspective comes from the mind.

I look out across the field and the landscape has totally changed.  So, I continue to walk, my prayers changing from praise to pleading.  Then I hear this still small voice (now you really think I’ve lost my mind) say “Nothing that happens today will change the fact that today is a glorious day.”  I understand.  In my lost mind I go to all the buts and His voice responds.  But…it’s still a glorious day.  But…it doesn’t change that this is a glorious day.  But…it will still be a glorious day.  Over and over again.  No matter what happens today…it doesn’t change the fact that today is a glorious day.

And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.  Now glory be to God our Father forever and ever.  Amen.  Philippians 4:19-20

Glorious – full of glory – adoring praise or worshipful thanksgiving – absolute gratification.

Rejoice evermore.

Pray without ceasing.

In every thing give thanks:  for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18

Sun going down, I was again walking the worst-best dog in the same spot as this morning.  I look across the fields and at the sky.  I observe again the work of the Master artist.  The clouds show the Earth’s rotation.  Thinking back on the things of the day, even the things that made me briefly lose my mind, the hard things, the scary things, I can thank Him for showing me that “It was simply a glorious day.”  Thank you, Lord.