A LESSON REINFORCED

Trust in the LORD with all your

heart; do not depend on your 

own understanding. Seek his 

will in all you do, and he will

show you which path to take.

(Proverbs 3:5-6, NLT)

To trust means to walk by faith, not by sight; to follow directions regardless of whether they seem to make sense or not, but how easy it is to be swayed by our own intellect or what our senses tell us. A truth I was reminded of (not for the first time) on my way into town the other day.

The Maps app was on, and long before I would have needed its help, the voice was telling me to get off at the next exit. I thought maybe I had entered the address I was going to wrong, but couldn't check it out while driving. What to do?

My intellect was screaming at me not to do it. Town lay straight ahead. I must have accidentally entered the wrong destination. 

Since I was not in any hurry, I decided to follow the instructions even though they did not make sense. I was sure Maps was wrong, but I was also curious to see what would happen and where I would end up if I did what the voice was telling me to do.

Turned out Maps was right, and I was wrong. As I approached the exit, traffic had become bumper to bumper and moving slower than a snail. (This picture was taken through the windshield.) 

After I exited and took the turn it told me to, the road was clear ahead, and even though it was a bit of a detour, it took me straight to where I needed to go in much less time than it would have taken me in the stop and go traffic I would have been stuck in.

JUST A FLEETING MEMORY

 

It seems like a lifetime ago--and it was--and I rarely give it a thought anymore. But today I did--just for a fleeting moment.

The date popped out at me as I was reading one of my devotionals--a reminder (after I counted it out on my fingers) that today would have been 63 years.

My eyes teared up for a couple of seconds as I wondered what might have been. 

WITS' END CORNER

PERSEVERE 1

...they were at their wits' end. 

Then they cried out to the 

LORD in their trouble, and he 

brought them out of their 

distress.  (Psalm 107:27-28)

Loved this poem about not getting discouraged that was part of today's devotion in one of my favorite devotionals--Streams in the Desert. 

Are you standing at "Wits' End Corner,"

      Christian, with troubled brow?

Are you thinking of what is before you,

      And all you are bearing now?

Does all the world seem against you,

      And you in the battle alone?

Remember--at "Wits' End Corner"

      Is just where God's power is shown.

Are you standing at "Wits' End Corner,"

      Blinded with wearying pain,

Feeling you cannot endure it,

      You cannot bear the strain,

Bruised through the constant suffering,

      Dizzy and dazed and numb?

Remember--at "Wits' End Corner"

      Is where Jesus loves to come.

Are you standing at "Wits' End Corner"?

      Your work before you spread,

All lying begun, unfinished,

      And pressing on heart and head,

Longing for strength to do it,

      Stretching out trembling hands?

Remember--at "Wits' End Corner"

      The Burden-Bearer stands,

Are you standing at "Wits' End Corner"?

      Then you're just in the very spot

To learn the wondrous resources

      Of Him who fails you not:

No doubt to a brighter pathway

      Your footsteps will soon be moved,

But only at "Wits' End Corner"

      Is the "God who is able" proved. -- Antoinette Wilson

(Copied from Streams in the Desert, May 23)

THE GIFT OF MYRRH

A sentence that jumped out at me from one of my devotionals: "No human heart can imagine the incomparable love God expresses in His gift of myrrh."

It triggered memories from several years ago when for a brief moment in time I did.  

JUST A JUMBLE OF THOUGHTS

Thoughts come and thoughts go, as do the tears that flow down my face in tune to the rain outside my window that seems to ebb and flow as well.

For weeks I've been wanting to put my thoughts here, scribbled notes on little pieces of paper, started writing several posts even, but then gotten sidetracked and lost my train of thought.  This jumble is all that's left.

The tears were triggered by something silly in the big scheme of things. They were a response to thoughts I woke up with about the comfortable sofas that had been removed from the lobby of my church, leaving the space bare, with nowhere to sit. 

Gone was the warm, welcoming space where you could meet up with a friend during the week, the quiet spot where members of our Stephens Ministry could minister to folks they were mentoring, the place you could sit down with someone on Sunday in need of a listening ear.  When I bought it up to the powers that be, I was expected to understand it had to be done because of the growing numbers of people attending services, but I don't understand.

More tears over other things lost that have come with age and my present circumstances, as well as tears over regretted poor choices that have led me to this place. 

Tears over losses of friends and tears for those who are still here but suffering with far worse issues than I have ever had to deal with. Tears over loved ones who passed away without ever coming to Jesus, and over those I've been praying for who are close to doing the same. 

Buckets of tears over a financial pit I've been trying so hard to dig myself out of but that just keeps getting deeper, and not understanding why when God actually tells us to prove Him (in Malachi 3:10) and He always has before, but not now. And yet I know He is not a man that He should lie (Numbers 23:19) and that all His promises are yes and Amen (2 Corinthians 1:20, Joshua 23:14).

In times past, I would try to "help" God along by taking matters into my own hands. That is never a good idea. In one major incident that always comes to mind, it would have gone far better for me had I not jumped to conclusions and just waited patiently on the Lord. Instead, two chapters of my memoir, Sincerely Wrong: An Improbable Journey (chapters 19 and 20) are devoted to the disastrous results. 

There was a devotion in one of my favorite devotionals about this very thing several days ago. It spoke about impatience being a lack of faith and trust in God.  A similar thought appeared in another devotion a couple of days later, that described worry as unbelief parading in disguise.

I know that I know that I know that God will take care of my challenge in His perfect way and in His perfect time. He always has and He always will. This time around I will just keep on keeping on the best I can, and trust Him with the outcome.

THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY

So let's not get tired of 

doing what is good. At 

just the right time we 

will reap a harvest of 

blessing if we don't 

give up. 

(Galatians 6:9, NLT) 

Yesterday was a last drop in the bucket kind of day. Nothing was working out the way I had planned.

I had a small to-do list that seemed very doable when I wrote it, but not one thing on it actually got completed due to a project I was working on that looked like I could easily finish after church on Sunday, but I was wrong. It took all day Monday and Tuesday as well, and it's still not done.

This morning during my quiet time, I vented all my frustrations in a Dear God letter. I listed all the things I've been wanting to do and that didn't get done. Some of them were things I've been trying to do for quite some time. Some were resolutions I'd made and prayed for the Holy Spirit to help me follow through with because I knew I wouldn't be able to do it in my own strength, but the help hadn't come. 

I ended my letter with the words "I GIVE UP!!!!!" 

The answer I gleaned from today's devotion in my Streams In The Desert devotional was to hang on just a little bit longer, which is also the message of this song. 

But back to the devotion. It contained the passage from Galatians quoted at the top of my post, as well as a reminder that, "It is when heaven's heights are in full view that the gates of hell are the most persistent and full of deadly peril."

"The greatest challenge in receiving great things from God is holding on for the last half hour."

CELEBRATING 16 YEARS

Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good;

blessed is the man who trusts in him.

(Psalm 34:8, NKJV)

This past Monday, AT THE FOOT OF THE CROSS celebrated its 16th birthday. 

My desire was to celebrate this anniversary by writing a special post that would encourage those who need encouraging, bring hope to those who are feeling hopeless, and point the way to Jesus.  

I thought and thought about what to write, but no thoughts came. Not until my quiet time this morning when I noticed that today's devotional quoted the same verse from Psalm 34 that I had quoted at the top of my very first blog post. 

Back then, as now, my desire was to encourage others by sharing about God's goodness and the ways He has worked in my life. I was going to call the blog Streams of Living Water and even had what I thought was a perfect graphic picked out, but the Lord had a different plan. He reminded me that although streams of living water may be where the action takes place, we first need to be transformed.

Transformation can only happen when we lay our burdens down at the foot of the cross. At the foot of the cross there is mercy and grace. There is forgiveness, healing, and deliverance. It's where the slate gets wiped clean and we can have a fresh start. 

At one point during my adventure in Blogland, I had several blogs going that I was trying to promote in order to attract viewers. It got to be too much, so I decided to consolidate them and redirect readers to what had been my very first blog, Random Thoughts of a Great-Granny Grandma. 

Two years later, however, during an unexpected season of great weariness, discouragement, and overwhelm that left me feeling like a bop bag that has been bopped so many times it has developed a slow leak that is making it harder and harder to pop back up again, I remembered this blog and returned to it, seeking comfort at the foot of the cross. 

When I did, I purposed to turn it over to the Lord to use as He sees fit. I still post random thoughts and interact with my blog friends on my great-granny grandma blog, but my posts here are deeper and more personal. Who gets to see them--whether one person or many--is entirely in His hands. I committed not to use hashtags or share to social media in order to try and gain viewers.

Back to Psalm 34. I am currently reading through The Living Bible, and liked its version of verse 19, which says that the righteous man or woman is not spared from trouble. He or she has troubles too, but is helped through each and every one of them by the Lord. This has been so true for me.

Even when I don't understand what is happening or why, God has always been the one constant, the one thing that never changes. In retrospect, I can see how even the harshest experiences were a part of His purpose and plan, leading me to where I am today.

I am so grateful for His unconditional love, longsuffering patience, and that He never gives up on me. I am so thankful for the perfect design He is weaving into the tapestry of my life, making some of my greatest regrets the very things that led me to Jesus. Had it been otherwise, would I ever have felt a need for His saving grace?

OH YE OF LITTLE FAITH...

"You of little faith," Jesus replied, "why are you so

afraid?" Then He got up and rebuked the winds 

and the sea, and it was perfectly calm. 

(Matthew 8:26, BSB)

These words Jesus spoke to His disciples came to me and convicted me when a friend called to share some amazing news.

We had been praying for one of the members of our Bible study group who had been taken to the Emergency Room for nausea and shortness of breath. Defective heart valves had led to heart failure, which caused pneumonia, and she was now lying, intubated, in the ICU. 

For me, this was a very deja vue experience that brought back memories of my own similar experience over seven years ago (documented here) when those closest to me thought I was not going to make it, but the prayers of my church family and friends who did battle for me in the spiritual realm prevailed, and I am still here today to bear witness to it.

My fervent prayer was for the Lord's mercy and grace, and that He would glorify His name by granting her the same miracle He had granted me.

And then came news that the pneumonia was getting worse--not better. Our friend's organs had started shutting down, and they expected her heart to fail within the next 24 hours or so as well.

Even though I know and believe that only God knows the number of our days, my faith started to waver. Maybe her healing was meant to come on the other side rather than here in this world? 

Allowing myself to be moved by circumstances and what my senses and intellect were telling me, rather than by trust in God who is in control and has the last word, no matter how convincing things may look in the natural, I changed my prayer to one that the Lord would keep her comfortable and let her pass peacefully into the arms of Jesus.

Back to the phone call I mentioned at the top of my post. 

Our friend had been taken off of life support, and my expectation was that the next words would be that she had passed, but no. Much to everyone's amazement, she had started breathing on her own--and talking--and had even eaten some eggs. Plans were being made to move her out of the ICU and into a regular hospice room. Wow!!!

Later, in my quiet time, when I opened my Bible to the reading for the day, it was the story of Lazarus, and my eyes fell on Jesus' words in John 11:4--"The purpose of this illness is not death, but for the glory of God" (TLB). 

WORDS OF HOPE AND ENCOURAGEMENT FOR 2025

And God is able to make all grace abound to

you, so that in all things, at all times, having

all that you need, you will abound in every

good work. -- 2 Corinthians 4:8, BSB

Although there was much to be grateful for, 2024 (from my perspective) did not end on a very good note. It was actually quite bewildering.

As I tried to make sense of it all, Lisa Anne Tindal's words in her blog post, The Driver, spoke to my heart. They were so timely. Over and over they played in my mind as I stood at the gate leading to 2025, preparing to board a train headed for an unknown destination: "God is driving the train. Only He knows where it will go. We are just riding."

Unlike other years, there were no expectations, no resolutions, no plans. Just an openness to whatever God has in store. Thy will, not mine be done. 

I may not know where this ride will take me or what this journey into the new year will bring, but I choose to sit back and relax, and enjoy the ride. I choose to put all my hope and trust in Him to guide and uphold me along the way, knowing that He is in control and sees the whole picture, which I do not.

Two reassuring messages with very similar themes reinforced the wisdom of this choice.

The first was in yesterday's Our Daily Bread's New Year's Eve message about the hand of God. It started out with the following lines from Minnie Louise Haskins poem, God Knows:   

 

And I said to the man who stood at the gate of the year,
“Give me a light that I may tread safely into the unknown.”
And he replied:
“Go out into the darkness and put your hand into the hand of God. That shall be to you better than light and safer than a known way.”

The second was from today's Streams in the Desert, about trusting God when we cannot see what loss, sorrow, or trials are accomplishing. These are the times that drive us to His throne of grace where "the Father comes near to take our hand and lead us on our way."