Spell Check or Challenge?

Hello all fellow computer users! Today is rainy here. It’s a good day to settle in with a cup of hot tea and get some of those necessary computer tasks completed.

Sounds like a gratifying prospect, right?

Well, truth be told, it’s been a challenge. I’m not too savvy with computers, but I’ve learned some perseverance from the trial today! James had it right, even in the tech world:

“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you meet trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. And let perseverance finish its work, so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking in anything.” (James 1:2-4 NIV)

Now my problem today wasn’t a testing of faith as much as a testing of patience with a temptation to exasperation. All the same, what kind of witness to being “in Christ” would failing that test be?

Today the trial was with Spell Check. Spell Check is a wonderful program that helps catch most of our spelling errors. It’s a blessing really. My spelling is generally good. I get a little off when I type too quickly. But as I typed along today, I watched red lines appear under almost every single word that I typed.

Words like IS and MAKE.

The computer suggested IST and MACHEN.

The blessing had turned into a trial!

Blindly, I clicked on various categories in the tool bar and finally landed on the correct category to see Spell Check.

Bravely, I clicked on the Options button and would you know it?

My Spell Check had somehow switched to GERMAN!

I really don’t have a clue how this happened. Did the computer know that I’ve been reading a biography of Dietrich Bonhoeffer lately? Had it searched my brain for any lingering, thin remnants of college German, (now limited to translations of “Open the door please” and “Where is the bathroom?”) Who knows? Computers! I had to laugh and, happily, I was able to change my Spell Check back to English.

Hmmm…that wasn’t really a James-worthy trial, was it? It was just a small hiccup, a pause and a smile. But even in that, fellow rainy day computer friends, we see the call to persevering in faith by maintaining a Godly attitude and perspective in our Christian walk.

“For the grace of God has appeared, bringing salvation for all people, training us to renounce ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright, and godly lives in the present age, waiting for our blessed hope, the appearing of the glory of our great God and Savior Jesus Christ,” (Titus 2:1–13 ESV)

We are persevering, waiting for our blessed hope. The soft rain perseveres, composing a peaceful background song. My tea perseveres–my mug, full and steaming with a second brew from a bag of my favorite Earl Grey Supreme. And it’s back to persevering on the task at hand…

~ But I am overwhelmed with the faithfulness of God as we persevere:

Thank you, God, for this GOOD day.

Thank you for unexpected trials that give us pause and opportunities

to persevere and realign our definition of trials.

Thank you for rain.

Thank you for tea.

Thank you for computers and Spell Check.

Thank you for developing perseverance in each of us.

Thank you for our blessed hope–for Christ.

Dear friend, I pray your time today goes more smoothly than mine. Yet, if you are beset with a trial, may you persevere, knowing God is refining your spirit, and that we

“…count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus [our] Lord.” (Philippians 3:8 ESV)

 

The Blessing of Allergies

Today has me inside. I ventured outside this morning to pick the dandelion blooms and halt their full development. Across our bumpy, hillocky, rock-here-and-there yard I went–in search of those frowsy, bright yellow bursts. A slip on the mossy slope surely gave me a bruised knee, but I also collected a “bouquet” of blossoms. All of that proved more than enough to start me sneezing and making a bee-line back inside for a tissue.

Still, there were plants to be watered! I filled the watering can several times and, plant by plant, gave each one a cool drink (and each one a sneeze “blessing”).

The last watering can was for our bird bath. It sits beneath a maple tree and the birds love an afternoon splash. I’m not sure any bird would have wanted to splash around in that bird bath right then though. If there were a Water Purity Board for bird baths, ours would’ve been on the Hazardous-Zone list! The surface was a cloudy mass of pollen and a larger grid of maple seeds and small twigs. So, out went the old water in a waterfall onto the ivy and then went in the clean, clear water.

Of course, this brought on another bout of sneezing.

So–enough outside time!

Inside, I can still see the outside and still enjoy the shades of new green on the ivy, the new tree leaves quivering in the gentle breeze, the sifting of white pollen floating across the window… and wonder…

Just what is pollen?

The stuff of growth in plants.

The reason I carry a tissue in my back pocket.

The catalyst for sneezes and itchy eyes.

Funny–how growth and trials go together…and yet ~

Don’t growth and trials often coexist in our Christian walk?

It’s often steep and awkward.

It includes some hands-for-others work, some ego-bruises.

We need tissues from time to time.

Our eyes become red.

But that’s not all that’s happening! Consider Romans 5:1-5:

“Therefore, since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God. Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us.” 

Justification. Peace. Access. Endurance. Character. Hope.

Wow! Since we’re talking horticulturally, don’t you know those are Best of Show-worthy blossoms! I certainly want those flowers in my garden, in my life. You, too?

Well, as any good gardener knows, beautiful gardens take work. There’s compost to add, soil to turn, weeds to pull, plants to stake.

But there’re also vegetables to pick, fruit to harvest, flowers to enjoy.

And there’s time to wonder.

Our God made the microscopic filament of pollen.

He made it not so light

that it floated on forever,

never landing,

but just light enough

to sail through the air,

falling into the open fertile soil

of a crack in a wall.

Everything grows with God.

He can use any thing, any one, any situation, any where.

He can even use sneezes and red eyes.

So, let’s keep our eyes on Him. Let’s keep our eyes, as Hebrews 12:2 encourages us ~

“…looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.”

Heaven ~ no pollen there!

Let’s rejoice in the hope of physical and spiritual blossoms to come and the even more brilliant hope of heaven!

 

The Weather, Reality, and Life

How’s your weather today? It’s bright and sunny here. Birds chirp. Bees buzz. Sounds like a warm day, right? It is now, but early this morning it called for long pants, long sleeves, and a light jacket!

Appearance isn’t always reality.

Aren’t we like that sometimes? We smile and laugh–all blue skies and golden sunshine. But our reality? It’s a downpour of fear, worry, and anger that only washes away our trust and peace.

Hmmm… Should that really be our reality as followers of Christ?

Let’s consider Paul’s reality as given in his 2nd Corinthians 11:23-28 “resume”:


PAUL

~ Servant of Christ Jesus ~

Experience:

  • Imprisoned repeatedly
  • Shipwrecked 3 times
  • Adrift in the sea 1 day/night
  • Flogged numerous times
  • Lashed 39 times on 5 occassions
  • Beaten with rods 3 times
  • Stoned 1 time
  • In danger from robbers, countrymen, and unfaithful friends

Characteristics:

  • Exhausted
  • In pain and without sleep
  • Hungry and thirsty
  • Cold and in rags
  • Given a “thorn in the flesh” to foster humility

Aim:

  • Concern for the church
  • Concern for the sake of Christ

As close as I come to Paul’s trials is being seasick once on a cruise ship. Lord, have mercy! My trials are nothing compared to Paul’s, so you’d think it would be easy for me to maintain his aim. Yet, am I continually concerned about the spiritual health of the church and my fellow Christians? Am I content in my circumstances and more concerned about others and the glory of Christ?

Paul wanted something, too. He wanted that thorn in the flesh, thought an eye problem, to be removed. He asked God for its removal three times and all three times God said no. In 2nd Corinthians 12, Paul records God’s words as,

My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.

Paul submits to God, saying,

Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.

Paul’s trust in Christ gave him a perspective that focused beyond his present circumstances. He realized when he had nothing, he had everything–he had Christ.

As we face our trials, may we also trust in Christ and be strong in Him. That will bring real peace, and–in the midst of storms–a bright, sunny day in our souls.

March Begins with Madness

Yesterday was only the 2nd day of March, but it looked like I’m in for a crazy month! Here’s the skinny (which is not to be applied to my waist, as you will see!):

The weather has alternated unseasonably from a warm–then chilled-to-the-bone day. I sit here wearing a spring floral shirt–and a wool cardigan, which I keep pulling closer together.

As we haven’t been to the local grocery in a few weeks, pantry supplies are a little low and only make for odd combinations. This morning, I searched through the pantry to find items to make a dinner for two with one solitary chicken breast. Righting a toppled bag of dried cranberries, my hand unearthed something forgotten and unexpected: a bag of Rolo’s! Never mind that they were Fourth of July Rolo’s! (Could they really expire?) In a world where chocolate has long been forgotten (cue the melodramatic music!) this was GOLD.

To be honest, we’ve only been out of cookies, Hershey bars, or chocolate chips for the last week. It just seemed longer. Still, it’s with sad repentance that I confess my behavior over the last 24 hours.

  • Breakfast? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Waiting for the tea kettle water to boil? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Making the grocery list? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Waiting for our dog, Teddy, to come back inside? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Finished folding the laundry? Have a couple Rolo’s.
  • Working on a blog post? Have the last four Rolo’s.

YES! The LAST four Rolo’s!!!!

Now normally, I love the taste of chocolate, but those last four were NOT appealing. In fact, I found myself cringing while I unwrapped the last one. The thought of more of that mild, now blah chocolate–did not fill me with joy and delight, not to mention that the combined amount of sugar was undoubtedly enough to trigger a sugar coma.

Excess is not a blessing.

I know that in other areas. I actually enjoy routinely weeding through my closet, our bookshelves, the kitchen drawers. . .

. . .but excess of sugar is different. With food I’m not as diligent as I am with closets, bookshelves, and drawers. May I remember this lesson learned! God did send along a visual aid for this slow learner.

Sitting at this desk, I often watch an energetic, bushy-tailed squirrel in our back yard. His (or her) whole life, it seems, revolves around finding, burying, and digging up nuts. But even this squirrel appears smarter than I am; he doesn’t pull all of his precious nuts into just one of my deck plant containers. He spreads them around and disrupts the soil in all six of them! So, he’s not just hiding nuts in parsley; he’s hiding nuts in parsley and mint and thyme and rosemary and pansies and ornamental cabbage!

Now, if I consider each of those pots as a symbolic food group, could God have sent this little squirrel on a mission to revamp my idea of a meal? Well, as He is sovereign, it certainly clicked in my crazy, sugar-overloaded, “squirrely” self.

Taking care of my body–taking care of your body–is a godly thing. We are blessed with the body God has given us–our hair, our eyes, those special mannerisms, even the aches and pains that remind of us to be humble, patient, and look forward to the joy of heaven. How we treat our bodies is under God’s authority.

Consider 1 Corinthians 6:19-20:

“. . . do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit within you, whom you have from God? You are not your own, for you were bought with a price. So glorify God in your body.

Now Paul was specifically addressing sexual immorality to the Corinthians, and it’s is a chaste warning to us, too. Our body is a temple–God put the Holy Spirit within us. Now look at the “Whys” of that reality.

The first “Why” is “You are NOT YOUR OWN”.

Consider the prophet Nehemiah’s summation (Nehemiah 9:6):

“You are the Lord, you alone. You have made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them; and you preserve all of them; and the host of heaven worships you.”

David gives us another glimpse of God’s creative power in Psalm 139:13:

For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

The second “Why” is “You were BOUGHT with a PRICE”.

This concept is prophesied in Isaiah 53:5:

“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed.”

and remembered in 1 Peter 3:18:

“For Christ also suffered for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, that He might bring you to God, after being put to death in the fleshly realm but made alive in the spiritual realm.”

Two great “Whys” to remember the next time I encounter a full bag of Rolo’s or any less than healthy food. I need to daily remember that I am not my own–I am God’s–and that I was “bought with a price”–Jesus’s sacrifice–and I am commanded to glorify God in my body:

with modest clothing and behavior

with the exercise of service

with the rest of prayer and scripture

with healthy food.

And now I’ll start anew. It’s still the first week of March.

Join us for a healthy dinner of chicken, carrots, peas, onions, and rice?

 

You are Loved!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

I hope you’ve been hugged and showered with love today! Life here is cold but cozy, and our yearly Valentine tradition of making a heart-shaped pizza is in progress. Still, even if you haven’t had a stellar day, I want to send you a hug and remind you just how very much you are loved. Why, considering God’s great love for us, even red lights should remind us of roses!

Here are some loving wishes for you from me:

Roses

 

Chocolates

 

A Valentine Card

 

and a Song

“God So Loved” by Jaci Velasquez

Happy, Happy Valentine’s Day!

Chocolate Oatmeal No-Bake Cookies (Deconstructed, and So Much More)

This morning I was supposed to get a lot done.

My plan was:

  1. Get up early!
  2. Make Chocolate-Oatmeal-Peanut Butter No Bake cookies (!!)
  3. Get started AND FINISH a languishing manuscript submission.

That’s not how the morning went.

I got up about an hour late but was downstairs in 30 minutes. Awaiting me were a couple last-minute dirty dishes from last night, which I quickly washed, albeit with a grumble.

Then I started to combine the ingredients for the cookie bars in the saucepan. At the same time, I decided to feed our dog, Teddy. And to let him out. And to throw a few things down to the washer. And…

Well, you get the idea, right?

When I got back to the stove, the butter was definitely melted, so I added the cocoa, and sugar.

It’s VERY IMPORTANT to know that at this point, the mixture is to boil a precise 2 minutes. That is very critical to the outcome.

Hmmm… That would be a problem.

Right at that moment, our sweet very senior dog had finished eating and wanted to go outside. I let him out and started to measure the peanut butter.

I was finishing up two jars of peanut butter. One was a natural peanut butter and all of the oil had been incorporated into the peanut butter used earlier, as it was a very hard, sticky, glob. Even so, I pressed on. Next, I measured the oatmeal.

Sigh…

My kind husband, who loves his morning oatmeal, had mistakenly bought the 1-minute Quick Cook version. Finely milled. Powdery. Bleh.

Oh well… I measured 2-1/2 cups of the oatmeal and added the peanut butter and oatmeal to the mixture. Then a real interruption occurred.

BARKING!

We may have a friendly furry terrier mix old dog, but he still has a very intimidating bark. And there he was–at the very edge of our upper yard, poised and ready to strike, and barking at our NEIGHBOR who was out early fertilizing her holly trees.

I called Teddy, but his hearing being a bit impaired, he didn’t flinch.

Bark–Bark–Bark!

As I ran up the little hill, my neighbor came into view, and she smiled. Then she admitted she was afraid he might run over and bite her. I calmed her fears and he came over, wagging his tail. I said he just takes neighborhood security very seriously but, overall, is very friendly.

She laughed and we discussed fertilizing, early jonquils, and the mischievous ways of chipmunks. Then Teddy and I slowly made our way back inside.

That’s when I realized I’d left the cookie bar mixture on the stove–ON MEDIUM HIGH–AND HAD NEVER STIRRED IT.

Trust me, this is NOT something you want a picture of.

Stiff, dry, clumpy do not begin to describe it. Individual drop cookies were out of the question. Instead, I “turned” it into the 9″ x 13″ pan. Thud. I “spread” it out (AKA attempting to flatten it and gingerly piecing it together).

What a stubborn, broken mess~when it should’ve been glistening and soft and warm and wonderful.

Sadly, how just like me!

My plans. My agenda. My desires. Had I missed out on the most beautiful time in my highly ordered morning? How many times have I pushed ahead on my own? How many times have I looked critically at something or someone? What an ungodly and broken sinner, I am.

Then I tasted it. What a surprise!

It was sweet! It was CHOCOLATEY! It had texture! Sure, it wasn’t the smooth, soft texture of the correctly made version, but it was what it was–and it was still good.

God does that with my life (and I hope He you recognize Him doing that in your life, too.) He uses convictions to bring me to my knees with tears to make me understand more deeply the reality of Christ’s sacrifice for me. He shows me breaking sunlight through heavy grey clouds to remind me of the resurrection.

When I think about God–about the holy and awesome and unchanging God who cares for me and for you–I am undone. I cannot begin to fully understand the magnitude of His character. How He makes stars and explodes them. How He orders planets, times the jonquils, and designs the perfect whorl of petals on the dahlia. Like David in Psalm 8, I ask,

“What is man, that you are mindful of him?”

We serve a God who is LOVE. In a month overawed with love, remember that.

Our God makes beauty out of ashes. (Isaiah 61:3)

…to grant to those who mourn in Zion— to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified.

Our God makes good out of trouble. (Romans 8:28)

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.

Our God grants peace in distress. (John 14:27)

Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.Our God does all He can to bring us to make us more like Jesus.

Our God brings purpose to hopelessness. (Ephesians 2:10)

For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand so that we would walk in them.

Our God brings life from death. (2 Corinthians 5:17, Romans 6:11)

Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.

Even so consider yourselves to be dead to sin, but alive to God in Christ Jesus.

Because He loves us. (John 3:16, Romans 8:35-39)

For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?  As it is written,

“For your sake we are being killed all the day long;
    we are regarded as sheep to be slaughtered.”

 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.

Because HE LOVES us.

 

 

Bible Study

img_3182What comes to mind when you hear the words

BIBLE  STUDY ?

Do you get a little antsy? Do you think of all the other things you have to do? Do you suddenly have to check something in the oven or get the ironing done or rake the leaves or…You get the idea, right? But are you up for a challenge? (more…)

First Things First

How are things at your house? Here, some of the kids have already gone back to college, decorations are coming down, and leftovers have been mostly eaten. Yes, the tree is still up and fully decorated (and I think it’s still really lovely, see?)img_3333 but I’m hoping, with my husband’s help, the ornaments will be nestled in their bin by evening.

In the midst of putting away our collection of “snow”-covered houses,img_3334 I received a text from a dear friend. I’d received a few other texts earlier in the day–one from our local Juice Bar, another an address I’d requested–but this text was different. (more…)

Smoke and Fire in the Smoky Mountains

No photo needs to adorn this loss. It’s been in the news so frequently:

Out of Control fires in the Smoky Mountains and Surrounding Areas and Towns

And it raged on for days. While a good breeze and strong winds are sometimes a good and welcome turn in the weather, their timing in this area ended up having a disastrous influence on the fires. The winds exacerbated the flames and destruction spread with reckless speed.

Sadly, many of the homes in the areas were fully consumed down to their foundations, leaving only a lonely fireplace/chimney standing amidst the smoking dust. My cousin’s beloved green cabin was one of the casualties. In it mementoes and treasures were also consumed.

Then at last rains came. What a welcome they were, helping turn the tide of the remaining fires.

The fires have taken such a toll–both physically and mentally. When I first heard of the fires, my heart went out to all who were in the affected areas–the homeowners, the native animals, the firefighters. My prayers went up like the smoke with a request for rain and peace.

Then I remembered a favorite poem from years ago. I’ll share it here in hope that the perspective of this wise and historic Puritan poet might be a comfort to those who have suffered such a loss.

The poem is entitled “Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666.” Its author is Anne Bradstreet, one of the first female poets on what would years later become American soil. She was born in England in 1612 and immigrated with her husband and parents to the American colonies with the Winthrop Puritan group, settling in Massachusetts. There, she and her husband raised eight children and moved four times finally making a home in North Andover, Massachusetts. By then, many of her relatives (both older and younger than she) had passed and Anne herself was suffering from failing health, most probably tuberculosis.

It is this fourth house that burned to the ground. In the poem, she speaks of her loss and her memories, and she honestly recounts her regret. Even so, at the poem’s close, her pain and loss are overwhelmed by her faith in God and reliance on Christ. May God strengthen us to face loss with a similar perspective.

Be encouraged (and kindly be understanding of the 17th century speech and spelling):

“Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666”
 
“Here Follows Some Verses Upon the Burning
of Our house, July 10th. 1666. Copied Out of
a Loose Paper.
In silent night when rest I took,
For sorrow near I did not look,
I wakened was with thund’ring noise
And piteous shrieks of dreadful voice.
That fearful sound of “fire” and “fire,”
Let no man know is my Desire.
I, starting up, the light did spy,
And to my God my heart did cry
To straighten me in my Distress
And not to leave me succourless.
Then, coming out, behold a space
The flame consume my dwelling place.
And when I could no longer look,
I blest His name that gave and took,
That laid my goods now in the dust.
Yea, so it was, and so ‘twas just.
It was his own, it was not mine,
Far be it that I should repine;
He might of all justly bereft
But yet sufficient for us left.
When by the ruins oft I past
My sorrowing eyes aside did cast
And here and there the places spy
Where oft I sate [sat] and long did lie.
Here stood that trunk, and there that chest,
There lay that store I counted best.
My pleasant things in ashes lie
And them behold no more shall I.
Under thy roof no guest shall sit,
Nor at thy Table eat a bit.
No pleasant talk shall ‘ere be told
Nor things recounted done of old.
No Candle e’er shall shine in Thee,
Nor bridegroom‘s voice e’er heard shall be.
In silence ever shalt thou lie,
Adieu, Adieu, all’s vanity.
Then straight I ‘gin [again] my heart to chide,
And did thy wealth on earth abide?
Didst fix thy hope on mould’ring dust?
The arm of flesh didst make thy trust?
Raise up thy thoughts above the sky
That dunghill mists away may fly.
Thou hast a house on high erect
Frameed by that mighty Architect,
With glory richly furnished,
Stands permanent though this be fled.
It‘s purchased and paid for too
By Him who hath enough to do.
A price so vast as is unknown,
Yet by His gift is made thine own;
There‘s wealth enough, I need no more,
Farewell, my pelf [money], farewell, my store [possessions].
The world no longer let me love,
My hope and treasure lies above.
Source: The Columbia Anthology of American Poetry (Columbia University Press, 1995)

Squeaks, Creaks, and Clicks and Other Unusual Sounds

The view from my desk looks out onto the deck and across our back yard. I love the natural light, the birds, the trees–even all the fallen leaves like reminders of blessings at this time of year. Today, I was happily typing along on another project (an inexorable book submission proposal) and I kept hearing the oddest clicking sound.

Does your house make funny sounds? Our house is an older one, so funny sounds do echo about now and then. Certain floorboards creak an achy “Hello” when I walk over them. One light switch in particular makes a loud, grouchy CLAP when I switch it on like it would much rather continue sleeping in darkness. Even our newer washer and dryer call out their own version of a Revolutionary War song each time a cycle ends. It’s a rollicking time!

But this was a new sound. Of course, at first I thought it was a drip in the sink. Nothing stirring there–not even a soap bubble. Was our family’s furry friend chewing on squeaky toy or a crinkly Hershey bar wrapper? No, he was dozing in the sun on the hall rug.

Still the clicking continued–and so the plot thickened.

Into the kitchen, I went. Yes, I’d completely turned off the gas on the stove after heating my lunch. (It was vegetable soup–wish you could’ve joined me!) The clock on the shelf was quietly ticking, definitely not clicking.

I headed back to my little desk, flustered and out-of-ideas, and sat down in the chair. My eyes drifted out across the narrow deck, to the ivy,

AND THERE HE WAS!  (And then he wasn’t.)

img_3248The cutest little chipmunk ever. (Aren’t they really all cute and little!) I’m afraid you’ll have to imagine the little imp, just to the right of the fern, nestled in the leaves, and looking straight at me, for he turned and dashed right into the ivy in a blink. Guess he had been carrying on an in-depth conversation and telling tales of the best nut storage spots and the latest news from the acorn beds–all with no one attentively listening. That’s rather sad really.

There’s a listening time that could be even sadder though–for each of us. There have been times I’ve missed “the still small voice” of God, as I busily made my own decisions, pursued my own designs. Ever found yourself in that same position?

Now I’m not equating God or Jesus with a chipmunk, even though the Maker did create them. It’s just that finally locating that click-happy, verbose chipmunk made my ears perk up.  It made me remember that sometimes I need to look and listen–

to REALLY LOOK–at God’s Word and

to REALLY LISTEN–to the words of Jesus Christ.

“Come to me…” (Matthew 11:28)

“Abide in me…” (John 15:4)

And that brings us to a beautiful promise: “…rest unto your souls.” Matthew 11:29)

I don’t know about you, but I could really use some rest for my soul!

Every concern. Every worry.

Every dream. Every desire.

Every minute. Every hour.

Every day. Every night.

Come to Jesus and receive His promise.

Abide in Him and know His rest, His peace.

Thank you, Lord!

(And thank you also, Lord, for intriguing sounds and bashful chipmunks that bring out thoughts back to You.)