Still

 

That little word “still” brings to mind many things. Waiting on God requires something of me and most often it means I need to be still from the constant pressure of things that I think need to be done. Finding that one particular quiet moment takes a little effort on my part, I seem to be able to find a million other things to do, but entering into that moment of stillness is priceless.

I think of other things that the word still means to me, things like the constant love of my husband who manages to still love me even with all my faults. It is a dependable word that is hung in the doorway of the hearts of those who love others beyond what you could imagine. It is a word of  hope, like “still waiting”, like God does with us, and like we do with others. We learn patience that way. We learn how to sit through the hard things that would otherwise drive us away.

It is an active, living word that carries with it a determination to see things through and it is faithfulness that helps us believe for the best even when it looks like it couldn’t get any worse. It is not knowing the outcome but learning to trust in situations when trusting and believing is the most difficult thing for you to do. That little word “still” embraces those who are discouraged and have given up and we step forward and love them in their brokeness. Still is knowing that God hasn’t left you and you are not alone.

Kicking Up Dust

 

I wonder how many times I have looked backwards while still trying to walk forward. Usually that means I am looking to see if someone is coming along behind me somewhere. The problem is that I end up not seeing what is in front of me and since that is where I am headed you would think I would keep my mind on where I am trying to go instead of looking back at where I have been.

But there are some good stories back there, lessons that were hard to learn, and life experiences that were hard to bear at the same time. Maybe it is best to keep looking forward, to try to do better than I did before. Some days it is a struggle either way, on those days I might just spend my time looking down at the dusty road I am traveling on as I kick up a little dust with each passing step. Goodness knows, I appreciate the peace and quiet on such a road as this. It gives me time to clear my thoughts, to pick and choose the ones to reflect on like I would if they were flowers and field grasses along the road of life; a bouquet to look at to remind me of the important things, even if I did tuck in a few thorns as reminders of some painful times. Funny how the picture can look so different when you look backward at it as you are walking along, able to see what you couldn’t before because your perspective was limited simply because you failed to walk all around it or maybe it just has to do with time and distance changing things. None the less, I don’t think I would give up the hard things because in the long run they can create the greatest beauty.

Friendship, Struggles, and Change

There are days when I am really struggling and there are days when I am really sorry. Today is one of those days I am struggling and sorry, tied up with frustration of not being able to resolve several problems that deeply affect my life. How is it that I seem to find myself tangled up in a string of things that I cannot undo? I am stuck. Thankfully I remember words of a friend that remind me that life is an adventure, although at the moment it is doubly painful. Friendship is one of those things that is great because it is a chosen thing. It can remain steadfast or change course like a disrupted river. It can be severed or interrupted by circumstances or decisions or just plain mistakes and thoroughly shaken until when the shaking is done you can look and see what remains. So far, it has been whitewater rafting lately and I am feeling caught in a drift I cannot control.

There are days I have to wonder what kind of mess I am swallowed up in. Invitations, choices, churches, and the difficulties that come from the pressures of that, stuck where I don’t want to be and trying to cope the feelings that come with that too. Some days are just hard.

Oh, the adventure of learning to trust!

God Sees

No one really knows your heart like God. There are often people who come along in life who will tell you who they think you are, for the most part no one really asks them to. They just say what they think they are seeing and what they think they know but really only God can see us for who we are. Thank goodness He does. There must be millions of different types of flowers out there in the world and I don’t suppose anyone knows the name of each one nor do we know the individual beauty of each blossom, or the scent. Some are weeds and some aren’t but they are flowers of some sort. Hidden inside each bud is a flower, some seem identical and others are a wait and see sort, while it is still in the bud it is hard to tell just what it will look like in full bloom inside and out.  I think we are like that. Often we are hidden, our beauty and our colors are not seen on the outside of the blossom but deep inside. I try to grow roses and although certain bushes may have certain colors the glory is not always visible until you are able to see inside the rose. You have to wait to find out what the odor will be because you won’t be able to smell it while it is tightly closed. You either have to guess or wait.

I think it is kind of like that with people. It seems easy for people to assume something about you because to them you appear one way but that isn’t hidden part of you that is who you really are. In the Walt Disney movie “Alice In Wonderland” there is a part where the flowers in the garden make some assumptions about what kind of flower Alice really is and some assumed she was a weed. Strange how such seemingly beautiful flowers become quite ugly in attitude, isn’t it? We just never know the sweetness of some people because we don’t take time to get close enough to find out. We miss so much.

All of that just to say, God knows your heart from the inside out.

Longing for Simple

I am longing for simple. In this day and age it seems hard to come by, nothing seems simple. Perhaps it sounds old-fashioned but I wonder if there are any Christian churches out there anymore that don’t use big screen TV’s, cafe’s, and espresso stands; that have children’s Sunday school rooms that don’t have video games and climbing walls, and where it is about loving God and people and not about numbers. Someplace where small groups are a choice not a demand, where there are still bible studies and get together’s at the church, where one doesn’t have to divy up their children into other small groups instead of parents and young children at one place and your young teens at one home and the older teens at another so that you have to leave early just to go get them from two other houses.

I miss regular bible studies during the day, Sunday evening services, and potlucks at church or serving breakfast because everyone is welcome to have some without cost. You get to serve and share. I often wonder what that must look like to those who come into our ready-made cafe who have no money, they are old with little income, or the ones who are poor and hungry but they may not look like it, or the new person who wanders in from the street just to see. I wonder what they must be thinking. Outside the sancutary doors we are selling food and coffee, inside the sanctuary we are sipping coffee and zipping through our church service. There is no down on your knees time where we worship for longer than 20 minutes. Football season comes and they are more worried about getting out on time to watch the big game than spending time fellowshipping and praying for one another. It makes me sad.

Our weeks are stuffed to the maximum, Sunday is church, Wed. night is church, then there is small groups, and we pack it all in with a rush from one thing to another including soccer practice, school events, and a lot of other things. Is Sunday really a day of rest? Do we go to church and then go home and make that day just about the Lord or do we just do what we want?

I guess I am just missing church in the frantic acts of more. I just want simple.

Hope

“For in this hope we were saved. But hope that is seen is no hope at all. Who hopes for what he already has? But if we hope for what we do not yet have we wait for it patiently.” Romans 8:24-25

Hope, how can we survive without it? In darkest circumstances you can hear the faint ringing of it like a far away bell that rings out a long way before you can tell just where it is coming from, a fresh reminder to not give up. It encourages us in the coldest and darkest of times. When our hearts cry out to just give up, the merest of hope wings over to give us the lightest touch to carry on. On those “I don’t know what to do! Lord God help me!” days of prayer we hopefully wait, expectantly, all the while learning to trust Him, for without difficult circumstances and trying times in our lives what would we need hope for?

Trust is learned through times of not knowing what will happen next, it builds our dependence on God. On days when I fail at that, I remember later that living is more than just getting past something or getting what I want, it is living in the moment. If my focus is on just getting out of a situation or onto the next thing I miss all that is happening during that time. Yes, I want to avoid the pain and escape it if I can, but I would miss all the things God wants to show me on the way. After all, suffering is just not that much fun, but would I grow in the Lord without it?

Hope is a gift given to us for the hardest of times, the promise of spring after a very hard winter, and so we wait on the Lord who does not fail us. I love that word “hope”!

Pushing It

There are days when I read something and my mind flips back to some long ago time, stirs up a memory or two , and causes me to do a little reflecting of my own. This morning I was looking at an article on dressing modestly, that triggered some thoughts on that matter and then some more. This time is was something relatively small and seemingly insignificant. It had to do with putting on something as simple as lip gloss because her husband likes her to wear it. There is nothing wrong with that but it did make me think about something that doesn’t have much to do with that. My mind zipped right past that and onto how people feel pressed to conform to what other people want us to think or do, it is called peer pressure, and it isn’t just from peers but others as well.

Often it seems that people feel uncomfortable when you don’t participate in whatever activity they are doing. That can be bad or good depending on the circumstances. An example of this could be when people are drinking and they don’t want to drink alone so they approach you and try to persuade you to drink with them. If you refuse they tease, cajole, and finally convince others to help them persuade you. That happens with drug users as well, but it also happens when a group of people are trying to get people to join them in a church activity, like small groups, or some activity that you feel a little reluctant to do, like rock climbing or ice skating. It doesn’t take long before the pressure has gone beyond invitation and asserted itself into insistence turned to ridicule. It seems to be an across the board approach. We don’t want to do something alone and so we try to get others to go along with us.  Their refusal is taken in all sorts of ways but not necessarily with acceptance. Sometimes it feels almost like bullying and intimidation. When that doesn’t work they tend to withdraw from you instead of  just accepting how you feel. It isn’t about them as much as it is about being okay with where we are. Invitations are just that, invitations with a right to say things like, “not now”, ”maybe later,”  or just plain ”no thanks”.  What is it that makes us feel like that?

Being okay to just sit with someone who doesn’t want to participate is a much better way of getting to know someone  without all the pressure to conform. For the most part is isn’t meant to be taken as personal rejection of you or the event, it is just where they are at for some reason.  Welcoming someone without pushing it is easier on the mind and heart of those invited. Being able to be okay with someone who turns down an invitation doesn’t mean they reject you or your group. although it may mean they don’t like what you are doing and don’t want to do it. A little compassion goes a long way. Acceptance of their refusal is kind. Pushing it, well, you may get your way but you won’t win their heart. You will increase their desire to escape from the pressure. Kindness sometimes turns the key of the heart faster than pushing it. So, invite but be willing to wait and pray.

Gentle Rain

     It doesn’t seem like it is a likely day to head to the marina, or to go out for a walk since it is raining, yet, I long for that quietness that comes when most folks are hidden away inside sheltered from the rain. There is something to be said for rain sprinkling on your face out in the cold that reminds you that you are not alone, that there are many things that are out of our control. When I feel most clouded in by circumstances that I cannot change and I wrestle with winds of events that I don’t control I find the rain reminds me that I am not in control of every circumstance that comes into my life.

      Those little wet drops that fall out of the sky and land on my face may mask my tears but there is a tenderness in knowing that God walks with me through the roughest times. They feel like they are reminders of who is really in charge in my life and thankfully that person is not me, it is God. I get the opportunity to say thank you to God and remember that he knows what He is doing in the hard places of my life. Sometimes in my sorrow and pain I need that gentle reminder. The rain serves as that reminder to me.

When Things Go Wrong

There is something about this poem that always encourages me when I would rather throw in the towel so I thought I would share it with you.

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow -
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit -
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.

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Ice Skate Faith

Putting on a pair of  ice skates and stepping out on the the ice for the first time is a bit slippery. On a pond there is nothing to hold on to and before you know it your feet slip out from underneath you as you sprawl on the ice. In a rink at least you can cling to the rail and go all the way around without falling if you are careful and you don’t let go of the rail. Ice skating doesn’t just happen the first time you step out onto the ice. I think of the beauty of  seeing someone skate across the ice with nice flowing movements, it looks so easy but the truth of it is that it is difficult to get that good. You have to let go of the rail if you are going to skate and you have to get up off the ice when you fall to keep skating. Wobbling ankles eventually strengthen, balance is learned, and each new skill leaves you wanting to do more.

Still, there is something in some of us that cause us to persist even when we fall over and over again, even when it looks like we will never get it. All of a sudden we learn one little thing, then one more, and before we know it we are at home on the ice. We make it look easy but it took a lot of  falls. It is like the persistence of a little baby trying to walk, they bounce, they crawl, they stand, fall, and repeat it a lot everyday but they are back at it tomorrow.

My own walk with God has been kind of like that. Life is slippery like ice and it must be mastered. If I am going to walk with God sooner or later I have to try skating on life otherwise I am just hanging on to the rails watching. Faith is about letting go of the rails and learning to trust God. There is so much more adventure when we trust Him.