Thursday, November 29, 2012

The Right Path


 


Listen…be wise, and keep your heart on the right path. Proverbs 23:19 NIV

Recently, I had a dream about one of my biggest fears-snakes.  In the past, I’ve had other re-occurring dreams or what I would more appropriately call nightmares about snakes.  This time was different. I was in a dense, wooded area on a winding path riding a bicycle. I was aware of the snakes on both sides of the beaten track, but as long as I stayed in the middle of the trail I remained safe. It was a curvy pathway with many sharp turns and at each bend, I would encounter another oversized worm wiggle my direction. Yet, not one entered the narrow path and somehow I felt quite safe. In my previous snake dreams, I found myself distressed from the impending danger of these creepy, slithering serpents and would wake up exhausted. This time I felt refreshed and reinvigorated.

Unsure if the dream really had any meaning, I decided that I would document it anyway in my journal. As I was writing, I glanced at the bottom of the page where various Bible verses are embossed throughout the journal. The scripture for that day read: Listen…be wise, and keep your heart on the right path. Proverbs 23:19.  I just wonder if the snakes represent the evil we encounter on this earthly journey and God was trying to remind me to be wise in my choices by keeping my heart devoted to Him, which is clearly the right path.

Michele

Friday, November 23, 2012

Golf and Double-Bogie Days



 

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

The game of golf and its parallel to life has always intrigued me. I have spent a lot of time on the golf course watching my youngest son play. Almost without exception, I offer the same advice to him prior to playing in any tournament, “At the completion of each hole, behave the same; whether it’s a birdie or a bogie and don’t let your attitude be reflective of your score.”  Excellent advice...except do I practice what I preach?

When I have a day that feels like I’m out of bounds, in the woods, in the water, and finally buried in the sand, do I behave the same as a day where every ball flows beautifully down the middle of the fairway and the next shot plops perfectly on the green? It is easy to smile when life is delivering eagles, birdies and pars. What about the days we have to deal with bogies, double bogies, and hazards at every turn? Sometimes I find myself in the sand trap of thinking that as soon as my circumstances change, my attitude will also.

In the book of James we are told how to handle life’s trials, “Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, when you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature, complete and not lacking anything.”   The next time I experience a double-bogie day and I find myself out of bounds, in the woods, in the water, or buried in the sand, I’m going to stop and consider that God may be trying to teach perseverance to change me first, before he changes my circumstances.

Dear God help me place my life in your hands and experience your joy during the trials of life.

Michele

Monday, November 12, 2012

The Hanger Games



 

 Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus  (Philippians 4:6-7 NIV).

It was Sunday and fifteen inches of incessant, grueling rain had already fallen since Friday with more expected.  To match the sluggish weather of the day, my husband and I both were feeling flooded with overwhelming financial stress. Fighting, fear and frustration had conquered our weekend.  In the midst of our conversation, my husband was attempting to put back an abundance of tangled hangers on the rack in the closet.  In his frustration, he threw them all in the bottom of the closet.

 In my clean-up mode, I picked them up and attempted a trip to the laundry room where I planned to put them neatly away. I was unable to let go of our earlier discussion and once I made it to the kitchen; I threw the whole bunch of hangers on the floor. I’m not exactly sure what the strategy was of the hanger games the two of us were playing, but I’m pretty sure I won; my hangers scattered much further and some of the annoying acrylic ones broke into tiny pieces making a much bigger mess than his.

  In the midst of my temper tantrum I could only think of one thing, “I just don’t want to do this any longer, I want to go back to my childhood and eat my dad’s famous banana pancakes. I want my biggest fear of the day to be ‘not getting hit with the baseball’ when the neighborhood kids play at the top of the hill.”

 I was shaken back from the 1960’s to the reality of the year 2012, when my husband hugged me and said, “It is going to be okay.” What was at the root of the hanger games? Our fussing and fighting had been a result of allowing fear, frustration, worry and stress to consume our thoughts and lives. In Francis Chan’s book, Crazy Love he says, “Worry implies that we don’t trust that God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what’s happening in our lives. Stress says that the things we are involved in are important enough to merit our impatience, our lack of grace toward others, or our tight grip of control” (Chan, 42).

The Bible Study that I am currently doing recommended an interesting undertaking. The competition consists of writing thank you on sticky notes and attaching them to items in your home, car etc. I t was inconceivable  the small and large things that I take for granted or think I’m entitled to have such as: a toilet, running water, a coffee pot, a warm bed…  I quickly realized that I would run out of sticky notes way before being able to identify the many things I am fortunate enough to have. On that raining Sunday, had we of been viewing things differently, instead of playing the hanger games, we would have instead been playing this more productive game; one of appreciation and thankfulness for our many blessings.
Michele 

 Work Cited
Chan, Francis. Crazy Love. Colorado Springs, CO: David C. Cook Dist., 2008. Print.

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Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Ankle Biter


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So that you, together with all of God’s people, may have the power to understand how broad and long, how high and deep, is Christ’s love (Ephesians 3:18 GNT).

“Ouch, you mean thing,” I yelled as I was once again attached by the ole’ ankle biter. Every day or two, for no good reason and without any warning, the ankle biter grabs a leg and in one sweep, bites, scratches and runs. Then he nonchalantly sits on the couch unconcerned and passionless.  No one in the family has yet to understand exactly what possess this inappropriate behavior or how he selects his choice candidate, but I’m usually his favorite target. 

About a year ago, my youngest daughter and I were enjoying a day together at her favorite restaurant. While placing our order with the waitress, we got on the topic of animals. We shared our sadness due to the recent loss of our dog of seven years and our thoughts of getting another one soon.  Before she brought out our food, the waitress returned with a customer holding a little black kitten. The waitress had shared our story with the customer and suggested we may want a cat in place of getting a new dog. We were quite reluctant to say yes, because neither of us are big cat fans. The customer said that the kitty was almost hit in a dangerous intersection just minutes before she rescued him. She claims that she would keep him except she had to catch an airplane in a couple of hours and would be unable to take him back to Oklahoma where she lives. So we adopted the little kitty and named him Hagrid. That sweet little kitten turned into an independent, ankle biting cat.

 One day when I was wearing matching claw marks on both legs, I thought, “I’d like to kick that cat to the curb.”  Then, I began to wonder how God puts up with the incessant, improper behavior of humankind.  We mistreat others, often with no good reason, but He constantly cares for us anyway. He continues to forgive when we scratch and blemish the name and reputation of others. And, He continues to show His unending and immeasurable love even when we engage in backbiting or show no compassion by being unapproachable and aloof toward others.

The next time I pass Hagrid and scream as he grazes his sharp claw along my leg, I hope to remember God’s display of love and grace as he offers his lenient hand of forgiveness and mercy for my many transgressions.

Dear God help me appreciate your incredible mercy.

Michele