Thursday, March 16, 2017

Randomly Strewn Together

I have posted before about being in neutral, which is a great learning season...but it has kept me from "choosing" to sit down and write.  Recently, I had a couple of people call me out on it...people I adore, but don't get to visit with that often; ladies who don't mind pointing out in a loud social environment that they have not read a blog in quite sometime...I love you.

So today, a couple of things, randomly strewn together, for your reading enjoyment (hopefully).

1. In January, I began reading the book of Ruth.  Every night, for four weeks.  Ruth is captivating.  This (previous post reveals the power of 'This') woman left one comfort zone, refused to return to her family and where she grew up, and forged ahead as a foreigner with of all people, her mother-in-law.  With the men in their lives deceased, and Naomi being of advanced age, Ruth gleaned the fields every day in order to provide their basic needs.

Gleaning is going behind the harvesters and gathering what remains have fallen to the ground off the sheaths of wheat, barley, etc.  When I read the word "gleaning", God was kind enough to highlight it in my heart and surround it with a marque and Hollywood lights.  From February 2016 to February 2017, all I could emotionally do was glean.  The upheaval in my life had left a path of scraps, all I could muster each day was one foot in front of the other, clinging to God, no comfort zone in sight, feeling foreign in my own space, and gleaning the tiniest pieces of faith that I could find to nourish my soul.  

Boaz.  You all, God is our Boaz (better than Boaz actually).  When He sees us willing to do the lowest of the low work to provide for our family (blood, church, community, whatever...), when He sees our loyalty to what is good, our obedience to uncomfortable zones, when we don't fit in with the harvesters, but are still thankful to glean, when we feel that no one will ever accept us for who we are...He calls us His.  He restores us when we are lost, He welcomes us and our family into His home, and He creates a legacy beyond any we could have imagined when we thought all was lost. 

2. Two things happened in one week to enlarge my circle of  hope.  When I leave for work in the mornings, the sun is most often, just breaking the horizon.  In my little black car, I usually flip on the head lights.  One morning, I did not.  I made it the entire 23 minute drive, virtually in the dark.  

Later that same week, the entire town was without power due to an issue at the main substation.  I got ready for work by the light of my smart phone and headed out the door with 13% left on my battery and flipped on the headlights.  

As I thought about sitting down to blog, that week, God gently reminded me that He will bring me safely through the dark times.  Those mornings when I forget to embrace, shine, and remain in the light, when I attempt to paint on a happy face while looking in a mirror of shadows, God sees me to my destination and lets me know that we are approaching the end of this dark tunnel.


This week is Spring Break and I am blessed by my wonderful family of four.  We kicked off the break with a W at the baseball game Friday night.  My boys got up Saturday morning and headed to Texas to look at some colleges and catch a few baseball games, while my girl drove the interstate (AHHHHHH) to stay with a friend for a couple of days.  

Me, well I hosted my WBS group for a salad buffet, prayer, crafting, laughs, and tears.  Sunday was church, some completely unnecessary retail therapy with a dear friend, and a second coat of chalkboard paint on my prayer cubby.  

We logged some steps at another college campus for my daughter, of which she fell in love and is ready to fly the nest (AHHHHHH), and celebrated fifteen years with my son.  We plan to visit my baby brother's restaurant this evening for dinner and will end the week the way we started with a W in baseball.

Life is good.  It is not good in the way I ever thought it would be, but I love the three people that fill my comfort zone beyond expression.  I am doing my very best (with the help of vitamins and a good doctor) to let God do what God needs to do and simply get out of His way.  

I am not the same person I was ten years ago, when I did the exact opposite of Ruth, and returned to the comfort of close proximity to my home town.  I am not the same person I was five years ago when we lost everything but each other.  I am not the same person I was a year ago when a variety of losses left me gleaning in the dark.

3. As you read this last paragraph today...I need you to keep a totally open mind.  Those of you that know me, or have a similar sense of humor, you will laugh.  Some of you, will be appalled...all of you...you do you.  I did test this on four Christian women who "get me", so I know that I have them :-)  But, to get to the point:  As I was reading my daily scripture and devotions on March 8, in Jesus Always by Sarah Young, she writes, "But don't forget to enjoy the satisfaction of accomplishing good things with Me, through Me, and for Me". What do I write in the margin?  w.t.f.  Yes...yes I did.  

The more I thought about it, the more I thought...what a great reminder to stop and pray.  When the situation leaves me with a more secular desire to say w.t.f. - I can stop, close my eyes, and say, "with Him, through Him, for Him".  Sunday, my friend added "happiness, health, and peace" to my shotgun prayers for all things annoying.  I purchased dark sunglasses a few weeks ago, so I can roll my eyes in peace.  I am human just like all of us and far from perfect.  

Titus 3:2-5 (KJV) To speak evil of no man, to be no brawlers, but gentle, shewing all meekness unto all men,.  For we ourselves also were sometimes foolish, disobedient, deceived, serving divers lusts and pleasures, living in malice, envy, hateful, and hating one another.  But after the kindness and love of God our Saviour toward man appeared, not by works of righteousness we have done, but according to his mercy he saved us, by the washing of regeneration, and renewing of the Holy Ghost.

I love this book of the Bible.  It is about our character.  How we are "foolish, disobedient, deceived" and how only God's righteousness saves us.  I am working on being a loyal gleaner in the hopes that one day, God will promote me to harvester.  I am walking out of my season of darkness and appreciating His brilliant light.  I am merely a person, imperfect and full of questions, but seeking God nonetheless.  

Won't you slip on your sunglasses and step into the sunrise with me?



Saturday, January 28, 2017

Trust the Process

Lately, I can procrastinate with the best of you:  clean, groceries, laundry, dust, cook, journal, blog, vacuum.  I can totally set all these aside and curl up on the couch with my Kindle and Pinterest in full force.  This morning I decided that the several designs forged in my dusty table tops called for a deep cleaning.  I kid you not...miracles were performed here today.

Please know that I am aware of the face you will make when I make this next statement, "I love to clean the bathroom."  Hear me out.  It is the room in the house that I can see the most progress and feel completely accomplished.  Soap scum - gone.  Toothpaste in the sink - disintegrated.  Spots on the mirror (you all know) - swooshed away with a miracle cleaning cloth.  Toilet - ewe - can swirl and flush the bleachy goodness with my eyes closed.  Fresh towels, toilet paper filled, trash emptied, shower curtain closed, fresh hand-towels...I even "magic-earasered" the light switches and wall.  

It is a process, but I have done it enough to know that the thirty minute commitment and hands that need an extra dose of sanitizer and lotion are totally worth it.  

My husband came home a couple of weeks ago and said that a change my son had made in his baseball form had finally clicked.  He said he kept telling him, "trust the process."  And there it was...this big pressure from God placing a firm hand on my leg, my husband who had no idea what he had just said...Trust the Process.  

Sometimes is all the tiny things that we feel have little impact, negligible effect, and no reward for the kingdom...are simply the process.  To be faithful in the small things, so that we can be trusted to glorify God in the big things.  To work on a minimal change in our feet and hands for two months only to finally hear the crack of the bat and know the process had worked.

Luke 12:26 If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest?

We are looking here at God taking care of all the "small" things of this world so that one day, we will all rejoice together as family.  The flowers, the birds...no worries.  He takes care of them and so, wow, he will totally care of us.  

I have also been going over and over the book of Ruth this month, with God again applying his gentle pressure every time I glance at the word "glean".  When we are faithful, when we choose the unknown over the comfortable, when we are willing to follow behind the lead workers and glean what remains...we will be redeemed.  Ruth gleaned for over a year...the scrap work in the fields.  

Trust the process.  No matter the path, no matter the small work in the fields, no matter the message in the dust, the ring in the toilet, the one inch shift in our hands, no matter the grief, uncertainty, exhaustion.  The work we do today is part of a much bigger result and one day it will all click and sparkle like a reflection in a freshly cleaned faucet.

May you write a little prayer in the dust and know that God, in His time, will wipe it away.

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