• 25Jan
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    I had an epiphany tonight!!  =) 

    Dan and I used to wonder just what made heaven so great.  Other than the fact that the alternative was a less than pleasant idea, logically speaking we couldn’t figure out why we would want to have a huge mansion in a city full of people.   Tonight I figured it out.  We were thinking of heaven as a placeBut heaven isn’t a place, heaven is the presence of God. 

    Think of the saying “home is where the heart is.”  We realize that the house doesn’t make a home, it’s the people, your family, that makes a place a home.  It’s the same way with a church.  The church building doesn’t make a church, it’s the people who use the building, the body of believers, that make up the church.  Heaven is the same way.  It’s not a building, a city, or a place, it’s the people you are surrounded with, it’s being in the presence of the Almighty God, it’s the lack of sin, pain, and death.

    Now how cool is that?!!

  • 15Jan

    It was a great day.  My three oldest, Benjamin (9), Josiah (8), and Abigail (7) all followed the Lord in believer’s baptism.  That means that they knew that there was a time in their life when they admitted to God that they were sinners and that they needed His forgiveness and healing to save them from their sins and to take them to Heaven.  And by taking the step of baptism they were shouting to the world that Jesus had died on the cross for their sins and that they had accepted His gift of salvation.  They were dedicating their lives to Jesus.  (Baptism doesn’t save, it is merely a public profession of faith.)

    Exciting.  So many things going on.  It was my day to play the piano so there were responsibilities there to think of, clothes to remember, friends who came for the special day to greet, children to calm, others to reassure that they were important, too . . . We threw a party at our house after the service so family could celebrate. Something simple since it was Sunday and no one wanted to clean up the mess or even make it to begin with.  Kids were too wound to take naps, no time to practice for special music during the evening service.  Good messages.  Good fellowship.  Good God.

    I cried on the way home.  One of the first of many important events in the life of his children and Dan missed it.  I even wore my wedding dress (shortened and added a little red sweater) and a necklace that Dan gave me.  And he didn’t even bother to show up and tell me how pretty I looked.  Sigh.

    But God was there and I think He was pleased. 

     Hebrews 13:5 “I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.”

  • 06Jan
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    I forget sometimes that Joseph had no idea what God had in store for him.  He was in chains.  He was forsaken by his family.  Those who he thought would protect him had turned their backs on him and sold him into slavery.  He had no idea what was going on.  He could have given up.  He could have turned his back on God.  He could have slid into depression and turned inward.  He could have moped and whined.  We live in the moment without a realistic view of the future.

    I could be married several years down the road, I could be an old maid, I could have more kids, I could have less.  God knows my future and He knows my dreams.  I have to let it rest in His hands.  My story isn’t told just yet.  You have to live through the pain and uncertainty before your story can be told.

  • 01Jan

    While making some of my preparations for the Christmas season this year my children asked me to tell them a story.  I was reminded of the poem that my Pastor in WV said reminded him of me.  And this is what came out.

     

    There was a young woman who lived with a crew,

    She had so many shoes she didn’t know what to do.

     

    Sneakers for this one, and boots for that,

    To top it all off there was a matching hat.

     

    The piles they did make by the front door and back,

    Caused her to yell, “I want a sack!”

     

    She packed them all up and threw them o’er her shoulder.

    The weight of it all felt like a great big boulder.

     

    The weight made her grouchy like the Grinch from another tale,

    “When will it all end!” she began to wail.

     

    “I can’t do it alone, I just want to quit.

    I want to stop cleaning for just a little bit!”

     

    “We want to help.  Yes, Mommy, we do!”

    Came the voices of the owners of all those shoes.

     

    Just a few minutes or maybe more,

    And all those shoes ran out the door.

     

    Mommy sat down with a great big thump,

    “Why oh why, was I such a grump?”

     

    This burden I carry is not mine at all.

    God will take it if I but call.

     

    Some of you laugh and say “Oh, that’s so cute!”  And I must admit, that reaction was my original intent.  But to tell you the truth the more I thought about this silly little poem, the more I realized just how true it was.  I have been getting caught up in the silly frustrations that are an everyday occurrence in our lives and I have been piling them all into a big sack that I keep trying to carry around with me. 

    Most of my friends and neighbors don’t see that sack, but I’m guessing they can see the results.  Maybe they see that my smile is a bit harder to come by, or maybe they can hear the self pity that laces my conversation.  Maybe they don’t see it at all, but I do, and I know God does.  And He is wondering why I don’t trust Him enough to hand Him the sack and let Him carry the burden for me.

    So, I guess I need to start my new year off right, hand over my sack, and have a childlike enjoyment of the days to come; free from the frustrations and worries that drag me down.