It's Christmas!!!

The tree is up, the house is decorated, the cards are sent, most of the gifts purchased (even a few wrapped), and menus are loosely planned.  Yesterday I finally got most of my Christmas music uploaded to iTunes and made a playlist for my iPod.  By the time I figure the iPod out completely there will be something else . . .  alas.  I am missing a few of my Christmas CDs which makes me sad.  How can you have a rockin' Christmas without Chicago?  Dang it!

This morning I've been listening to that playlist.  Everything from John Berry singing O Holy Night to someone else singing Dominic the Donkey (heehaw heehaw).  Yes, there must be variety or I would surely die.  And then came Mercy Me singing their version of The Little Drummer Boy and Casting Crowns singing While You Were Sleeping.  Wow.  I was blown away by the simplicity and cutting truth of the lyrics.

I don't know about you, but I'm really good at making excuses before God.  Lots of times I lean heavily on the passage in Psalm 103:13 & 14.  As a father shows compassion to his children, so the LORD shows compassion on those who fear Him.  For He knows our frame; He remembers that we are dust.  But Mercy Me's version of The Little Drummer Boy has the vocalist singing, "I'll play my best for you, I'll play my best for Christ." 

Casting Crowns reminds us in one line how far from Truth we've come and how crazy is this world in which we live.  ". . . Looks like another silent night, As we're sung to sleep by philosophies, that save the trees and kill the children . . ."  Paul warns us in Colossians to not be taken captive by philosophy and empty deceit.  

This Christmas may we bring our BEST to Christ, and may we be salt and light to those captives who long to be set free.

Merry Christmas from our house to yours.

Good Times

Denise Kelly introduced me to Creative Memories the summer before Nathan's senior year in high school.  There were several reasons for my excitement about the company.  One, there was finally a way to capture the essence of the photo not just on film, but with journaling as well.  Two, maybe, just maybe, we could do something with the thousands of pictures we had in boxes.  Three, the products are designed to last -- a very long time.  (anybody else have faded pictures in sticky books?)  I determined during our very first meeting that I would create a senior album for each one of the kids.  And, I did.  And each one received their book within the year of their high school graduation.  (one of my more amazing accomplishments I think)

Mike and I are getting the house ready for lots of company next week.  Thanksgiving is my very favorite holiday.  Fellowship and food--the gift of family, friendship, and fun without the bother and stress of Christmas.  While we were rearranging furniture we ran across a box of things his siblings had gathered for him after Grandma died.  We have plenty of space in a filing cabinet we use and the decision was made to file it away at a later time.

This afternoon that was my task.  I found birth announcements for several of Mike's cousins and a note to Mike from a friend at church who had pinned him during his induction into Permian High School's National Honor Society.  There were church bulletins from special events and even one from Bacon Heights in Lubbock.  There were obituaries of those we've loved and lost.  There were thank you notes from several that Pop and Gram had blessed in some way through the years.  There was even a picture one of the kids had drawn of Pop's work.  There were report cards and scholarship letters.  Lots of memories.


But what sparked my interest the most were the photographs.  Several of our first Christmas as a married couple.  I'd forgotten Donna and I were so thin back in the day.  (What happened?)  There were pictures of Mike growing up.  Baseball, football, birthdays were all marked by pictures.  There was one of him in his baseball uniform standing in front of the infamous storage shed.  (he and Terry used to 'shoot' Donna off of it)  My favorite has to be one of him and Granny Ray grinning at each other the night he graduated from high school.  Priceless.  I wonder what the secret was?  There's a picture of Mike, Donna, and Terry as little guys.  Michael may have been five.  I was mesmerized by their hands.  Each little hand was telling its own story.


There were other photos.  Several taken of Pop and Gram during happier times.  The last few years so overshadowed my memories that I had forgotten other times--the good times.


I know everyone doesn't like to record memories the way I do.  And really, I don't mean for this to be a Creative Memories commercial, but have you collected a few things and made notes about them?  Some day your family will be going through your stuff.  Will there be items there to remind them of the good times?  Will there be pictures but no stories to go with them?  The 'why' answered for the shared grin?  I hope so.  Today I was unexpectedly blessed by pictures from the past.  It might have been better if there were a few stories written somewhere about those pictures!!

What Am I Supposed to be Doing?

Yesterday I was cleaning out files.  When we moved two years ago we didn't have a lot of time to get things packed and all of my work and home files were just thrown in boxes and loaded.  One of my goals while not working is to go back through and get rid of more 'stuff.'  All of that to say I ran across some notes from 2006 that were helpful to me at the time.  Maybe the message of those notes will encourage you as well.

Dr. Randy Hatchett was the interim pastor at Immanuel for awhile.  He is also a professor at Houston Baptist University.  His sermons are the kind that make you think well into the week (and future) about truths revealed.  One of them was based on 1 Samuel 30.

Basically David and his men are hired mercenaries to the Philistines, but the Philistines are preparing for battle against the Hebrews. The higher ups tell David and his men they cannot participate.  So, David and his men pack up their gear and head down to Ziklag.  


When David and his men arrive at Ziklag they find it plundered and burned by the Amalekites.  All of the women and children have been taken captive.  The men are very upset and decide that stoning David might be a great idea.  David calls for the ephod and inquires of God whether or not he and his men should pursue the Amalekites.  God tells David that he will be successful in his quest.


The men get to the Brook of Besor and some of them are too worn out and exhausted to continue.  Two hundred of them stay behind while the other four hundred continue on.  They happen to stumble upon an Egyptian slave who has been left for dead.


David stops to render aid, very uncommon in those days, but the slave has information David needs in order to rescue the women and children.  Of course, David doesn't know this at the time.  He just happened to see another person in need and stops--an 'interruption' if you will.


Information provided by the slave leads David and his men to the camp of the Amalekites.  True to God's word, they are successful in rescuing the women and children.  God also gives them the plunder of the Amalekites.  (By the way, the Amalekites are dreadful--you should read about them some time!)


The point is that God uses us to extend his circle of mercy to others, and in doing so he gives us information as to what our next move may or may not be.  David not only helps the slave, but later insists that ALL of his men share in the spoils of the plunder, not just those that went on.  


We all come to the Brook of Besor--you know, that place in time where we absolutely cannot continue.  Sometimes we need others to fight the battle for us--and then share the plunder--grace and mercy.  Sometimes we are the ones who continue on and do battle.  Then we are responsible for sharing the plunder--grace and mercy--with those around us who can't go on.  Sometimes we are the slave who has the information needed to continue the battle.


God uses each of us in different ways at different times.  But we get so focused on the question of 'what is God's will' and being annoyed by the 'interruptions' getting in our way to reach 'God's will' that we forget to act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with our God. (Micah 6:8)  We forget that the 'interruptions' ARE the calling.  We make it hard.  God makes it simple.  "Follow me," he says.  And if we follow him, his will is to invite others to "come and see."


I don't know which role you are playing today.  My prayer for each of you is that you have friends who will stand up and do battle for you when you can't go on--or that you will have the strength and wisdom to do battle for others in your midst who can't go on.  May you share your plunder--wisdom, strength, grace, mercy--unselfishly.  If you're the slave, speak truth.  You may have a piece of wisdom or advice that someone else desperately needs to hear.  Follow me.  Come and see.  Come and see that God is good.

The Law of the Harvest

As a young mother at home with three preschool children time could be a little intimidating.  I was so wrapped up in my own world that I jokingly tell people I have no idea what happened in the world-at-large between 1980 and 1985.  Actually, I remember a couple of things -- I remember when Mount St. Helen's erupted, and I remember Anwar Sadat's assassination and funeral.

Many times I listened to different pastors on the radio to keep a little sanity going--adult conversation and all that stuff you know.  My favorites were Dr. Charles (Chuck) Swindoll and Dr. Charles Stanley.  Both of these men have greatly influenced my spiritual life, and their wisdom played a large role in raising my children.  I forget that until an event reminds me of some nugget of truth they shared many years ago.


Dr. Stanley talked often about the law of the harvest.  My grandparents farmed, one of my uncle's farmed, another had orchards, and Mike's aunt and uncle had a greenhouse and orchards as well.  This was information I needed to know, so I paid close attention.  It goes like this: 


1)  You reap what you sow


2)  You reap later than you sow


3)  You reap more than you sow


Mull that over in your brain for awhile.  I've been 'mulling' that over for at least a couple of decades now.  The ramifications are staggering.  


The thing is, it doesn't matter 'what' you sow, the law stays the same.  So, if I sow kindness, graciousness, humor, etc, I'll reap what I sow.  I'll reap later than I sow.  I'll reap more than I sow.  The same thing goes for grumbling, complaining, laziness, etc.


This law of the harvest comes into play in every aspect of our lives.  Sobering isn't it?  Paul says in Philippians, "Finally brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things."

May we all strive to sow things that would glorify God.

Baseball & Waiting

Spring is a time of great anticipation around our house.  The countdown begins for Spring Training, which ultimately leads to a countdown of the official start to Major League Baseball.  The schedule is looked over numerous times with a few specific games highlighted and others listed as possibilities for the whole family to attend.  This year we even bought a mini-flex plan for the Oklahoma City Redhawks AAA team, which to our delight is part of the Texas Rangers franchise.  Nothing like getting to see your favorite players doing rehab work!

Our household is a little divided when it comes to baseball.  We all root for the Rangers, well except for Jason,  who has always had a thing for the Astros.  Jeanna has decided to follow in her Grandma's footsteps and roots for the Yankees -- the evil empire if you will.  Nathan then decided he would follow the Red Sox, just to make things interesting.  Mike roots for anyone playing the Yankees, and I mostly just keep my mouth shut.  I do fuss at the Rangers a lot.  They seem to make a habit of trading my favorite players.  It's very annoying.

This year our first game was to watch the Redhawks on the first night of the season.  It was a week night and since it was the season opener fireworks were scheduled immediately following the game.  The Redhawks were down by a few points, but in the bottom of the 8th they tied the game.  After 12 innings of play (if I remember correctly) they finally won the game.  Unfortunately, due to the lateness of the hour there may have been five people left at the stadium to actually watch the fireworks -- and we were not part of the five.

That seemed to set a precedent for the rest of the season.  It seemed that every game we attended went into extra innings.  Our team could be ahead by 7 runs, but the other team more often than not would tie it up in the 7th or 8th inning and there we were.  At one of the games there was a one hour rain delay.  Seriously.  The game ended at 12:15 a.m. or some such.  And you must understand that my husband and my children are FANS.  You NEVER leave early. 

Now don't misunderstand.  I love the game.  It's just that in recent years I've developed the attention span of a gnat and sitting still and waiting is pretty much a torturous ordeal.  You have no idea...

Psalm 46:10 says "Be still and know that I am God."  It's easy not to think of God and His precepts when we are busy.  It's not that we don't want to ignore Him, it's just that in the busyness of life it's easy to push anything serious to the back burner of thought.  When we have to be still and wait, the brain and the heart seem to get together and require us to think, and to question, and to confess, and to listen, and maybe the most difficult - to bow the knee.

The Ranger's byline all year has been "It's Time!"  At our house, we love it!  And we agree.  But maybe, just maybe 'It's Time' to be still and KNOW that He is God.  How is your attention span when it comes to what God is asking you to know?

Remember?

This morning I had cinnamon toast  and chocolate milk for breakfast.  Yummy!


I know, what's the point?  Well, I remember having that for breakfast (not always cinnamon toast, but toast) almost every day of my life as a child and on into junior high school.  It was quick, it was easy, it was consistent.  It's not something I have very often now, but when I do it seems to bring back a flood of memories.

My brother was always up at the crack of dawn.  My mother had to drag me out of the bed.  My brother liked 'toast with the butter melted'.  He also had a 'behind' name rather than a 'last' name.  Last time I checked (sometime in the early 2000's) he still held the record at Hood Junior High School for the longest discus throw.  His record was one of the oldest standing.  Amazing.  A friend of mine who taught PE at the school tells me that she loved to watch him during class because he was so athletic and had so much fun competing. 

My cousins talk about things that happened when we stayed with our Papa and Mamma on the farm.  Their memories are detailed and specific.  I don't remember many details or specific events, only that we had great times together.  I do remember staying with an older cousin and going shopping for all kinds of toys with her last pay check of the summer.  I remember her mom being really angry with us over that, but can I just say it was one of the best times ever for both of us?

Memories can be comforting, or they can bring us pain.  Sometimes they are accurate, and sometimes they are not.  God requires us as a people to remember.  Throughout the Old Testament He commands the Hebrew people to erect stone monuments along the way.  He tells them, "You put the stones up so when you're walking along someday and your son/daughter asks you why that stone is there, you can tell them how I delivered you and made you safe and what a great and magnificent God I am".   (Kay's paraphrase)  During the last supper Jesus instructs His disciples in the same manner.  Remember me when . . . .

I'm thinking He wants us to do the same thing in our new 'modern' world.  Do you have memories of tough times that God has led you through?  I do.  Do you have memories of fantastic, unbelievable times of blessing in your life?  I do.  Do you have memories of when you really blew it, and you really don't ever want to think about those at all?  I do.  Do you have memories of specific times when God was revealing powerful truths about Himself to you?  I do.

I won't bore you with any of those stories right now.  Some will probably show up during the course of this blog.  The point is that we remember, and in remembering, we recall the glorious works of a magnificent, all-powerful God who loves us and calls us into relationship.  Wow!  That's worth remembering!!! 

PS -- He wants you to share those mighty works with someone too -- a good place to start is with your children.  It's even more rewarding when you can remember them together.

You Deserve It!

In the past few months my attention has been caught by commercials that try and sell their products by claiming I "deserve" it.  I've even heard the phrase in conversations with friends and relatives.  Quite frankly, it kinda creeps me out.  Don't misunderstand--this hasn't been an overnight realization.  I would love to think that I "deserve" only the best of everything.  But alas, God has been revealing to me that in fact, what I "deserve" is death and hell. 


It all started a few years back with my rights.  I'm an American, therefore, I have certain rights and privileges.  Somewhere along the way I've translated the idea to mean that in every area of my life I have rights, even in my relationship with Christ.  (which, by the way, should transcend everything else in my world)   I can't pinpoint the time this began to change, only that it did.


Maybe it was when Grandma had her stroke, and I was angry because it was her... (those who know can finish out the thought).  Maybe it was when we were working crazy hours with kids who weren't able to live with their parents, and we were all wearing hats we hadn't been hired to wear.  The kids certainly hadn't "deserved" their circumstances.  Who was I to complain about mine?  Maybe it was when my high school senior was on the team that lost an epic game which ended a 30 year tradition.  His class didn't "deserve" that infamy.  In all of those events there were multiple emotions:  anger, grief, guilt, fear, strife, weariness....


In these times (and many others), there's the battle of just making it through.  And then, we come along and add the extra burden of telling God and others that we don't "deserve" to have any of these things happen to us.  After all, we have rights.


And then the Spirit of a holy and righteous God gently (because He knows we're dust) begins to speak.  God created a beautiful, perfect world in order to draw us into relationship with Him.  He created Adam and Eve to begin the journey.  They screwed it up.  Did He "deserve" that?  He developed a relationship with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob to make known His character.  They screwed it up more.  Did He "deserve" that?  He delivered them time and time again from their enemies.  Did they "deserve" that?  He sent His only Son to bear the sin of everyone--past, present, future--to make a way for relationship with us.  Did Jesus "deserve" that?  Well obviously, this could go on and on. 


And yet, out of His love for us, He still uses all manner of creation to draw us to Himself.  Yes, we "deserve" death and hell.  Instead, He grants us mercy, grace, and sweet, sweet peace.  He "deserves" our love, devotion, and adoration.  Certainly not the whining we (or maybe just I) usually give.  

So next time someone tells you what you "deserve" remember what it is you really "deserve."  Trust me, I'll be doing the same--it's become that 'song' that won't get out of my head.

Beginnings

Since 2008 we've had many new beginnings in our world.  New jobs, new cities, new state, new addresses, new church home, new friends . . . well, the list could go on and on.  The most exciting by far has been the addition of two beautiful grandsons, Asher and Kayden.  It could be--and quite frankly has been--overwhelming at times.

I've started a new on-line Bible Study this week over Psalm 119.  This first week has reminded me that we have new beginnings with God every day:  to bask in his glory, to be amazed at his mercy, to be in relationship with him.  Scripture says, "his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." (Lam 3:22,23)  Indeed.

My husband has encouraged me to blog for several years.  New beginnings, right?  Okay.  Let's do this.