Kathy's Korner

RANDOM RAMBLINGS FROM A WOMAN PURSUING HER SECOND CALLING

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

The Calm Before the (Snow)storm

Well, here I am! I'm like Beth Moore, who says her family usually stays in motels with numbers in their name--we're at a Motel 6 in Colby, Kansas--only $40 and wi-fi! What a deal!

Kansas may be flat and boring, except for an occasional tumbleweed attacking your car, but they really have beautiful sunsets. I got tired of Joe's country music (it's so SAD), so I listened to my NOW music, watched the sun set, and worshiped! It was awesome!

We had to stop 50 miles from the Colorado line because Joe is really tired, especially since he had to concentrate so hard driving through 2 little bouts of snow.

We may be having a "moderate to heavy snowstorm" tonight. Joe hates to drive in snow, so please pray for him!

Hey T, guess what I had for lunch? No, NOT THAT, but close! I actually ate a fish sandwich at McDonald's!

I'm too tired to tell about my body wrap yesterday, but I think it really did make me thirsty, so I drank many bottles of water today, resulting in 8 pee breaks unless I lost count, which is another reason we didn't make it all the way to Colorado tonight. Ha!

Seriously, please pray that Joe would have peace and we'd get to Denver tomorrow in time for Jody and Shannon to catch their plane to Las Vegas to get married!

Thanks! I love you all, bloggerbuddies!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

BLOG CLOSING--GOODBYE!!


Hmm, let's see, Mark already posted the annoying-little-song-that-you-can't-get-out-of- your-mind that I would've used, "On the Road Again." We're off to Denver tomorrow for about a week, so, ok, let's all sing out "Rocky Mountain High..."
Here's some trivia about the song from Wikipedia. I don't know how to make a link, so here's the whole thing:
Rocky Mountain High" is a folk-rock song written by John Denver and Mike Taylor about Colorado. Recorded by Denver, it went to number nine on the US Hot 100 in 1973.

"Rocky Mountain High" is primarily inspired by John Denver's move to Aspen, Colorado, Un
ited States three years earlier and his love for the state. The seventh stanza makes a reference to destruction of the mountains' beauty by commercial tourism. The song was considered a major piece of 1970's pop culture, and became a well-associated piece of Colorado history.
The song briefly became controversial that year when the U.S. Federal Communications Commission was permitted by a legal ruling to crack down on music deemed to promote drug abuse. Numerous radio stations cautiously banned the song until Denver publicly explained that the "high" was his innocent description of the sense of peace he found in the Rockies. In 1985, Denver testified before Congress in the Parents Music Resource Center hearings about his experience:

This was obviously done by people who had never seen or been to the Rocky Mountains, and also had never experienced the elation, celebration of life, or the joy in living that one feels when he observes something as wondrous as the Perseids meteor shower on a moonless, cloudless night, when there are so many stars that you have a shadow from the starlight, and you are out camping with your friends, your best friends, and introducing them to one of nature's most spectacular light shows for the first time.
In recent years, the song has gained status as an unofficial anthem of Colorado and support arose for the present state song, "Where the Columbines Grow" to be replaced with "Rocky Mountain High". In 2005, the song was performed by a soloist at the NBA all-star game in Denver. The song was also used in an advertisement for Colorado-based Coors beer. Furthermore, in Final Destination, the song is heard before some of the deaths.
Snowmass, Colorado, a ski resort near Aspen, named a run "Rocky Mountain High," in honor of John Denver.
And there you go! TMI!!
I have no idea if I'll be able to blog or even email while I'm gone, but don't forget me, bloggerbuddies! I'll miss you!

Women and their callings


Annette, my dearest friend for 21 years now, has always wanted to preach, and now God is opening the door for her to become a Methodist pastor, as is her husband. Her dad, who is a retired Lutheran pastor, doesn't approve of women preachers, so she's doing it without his blessing.

She's here visiting and I've been reading a book that helped her in her decision. Some of you may be interested in it, too. It's called "Why Not Women?" by Loren Cunningham, founder of Youth With a Mission.

Here are some excerpts:

The devil knows his time is limited. He is doing everything he can to delay the completion of the Great Commission. One is his tactics is simply to cut the number of workers.

I see this issue of women in ministry from the vantage point of being a leader in missions for 4 decades. Two-thirds of all Bible-believing Christians are women. When two-thirds of the Christians are excluded from the work of evangelizing, the loss for God’s cause is so great that it can hardly be described.

Many Christians fear women preachers because they associate such change with radical feminism. Pastor David Johnson from the Christian Missionary Alliance said, “All my life I heard that the acceptance of women preachers was a spineless accommodation to feminism. However, the elimination of women from ministry is actually a sinful accommodation to a culture that isn’t all that different from the male-dominated Jewish culture Jesus came to blow up. “

Can God use women in public ministry? People who ask this question are actually debating which God-given gifts they will give women permission to use. How presumptuous! Think of the implications! God’s Word says we are not to touch His anointed ones or do His prophets any harm. God warns us not to quench the Spirit. Yet people routinely “touch” God’s anointed women, harming their ministry and quenching the Spirit’s work through them. I believe this is what happens when people deny women the right to minister. I have watched through the years: Those who oppose women in ministry often see their own work wither.

We are talking about releasing millions of people to obey God, to fulfill the destiny He created for them in their mother’s wombs. We are talking about doing whatever God tells you to do. When you stand before God, He’s not going to ask you, “What did your family tell you to do? Did you do what your father or your mother said? What did your culture say was appropriate? Was everyone happy with your career choice?” No. He’ll ask you what you did with what He gave you. He’ll ask whether you obeyed his call.

There is only one Body of Christ, one Spirit, one hope, one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all. How can we read Eph. 4, then separate the gifts listed there into male and female categories? Wouldn’t that make us two bodies? Does God gift a woman just to teach other women in a female Body of Christ? Or is she part of the one Body? Paul said that in Christ there is neither male nor female, Jew nor Greek, slave nor free. We are all one in Christ Jesus—one body, not two or three or more.

Sometimes God surprises us and shakes up our way of looking at the world. He does what we would never give him permission to do! That’s what happened in Acts 10. God gave the Holy Spirit to Gentiles. That wasn’t supposed to happen, according to the apostles, who called Peter in to explain why he had allowed it. But Peter answered, “Who was I to think that I could oppose God." Some may think God shouldn’t use women in certain ways either, but if he chooses to, can we stand in His way?

One of the most gifted evangelists of our time is the daughter of Billy Graham, Anne Graham Lotz. She is an itinerant speaker whose growing ministry puts her before auditoriums and stadiums packed with people who have come to hear her anointed preaching. She says that sometimes, “It’s like the fire falls, and the Lord just pours out.”

Her father and her brother Franklin both say Anne is “the best preacher in the family.” But not everyone has accepted Lotz’s ministry with open arms. When she spoke at a 1988 pastors’ conference, some pointedly turned their chairs around so as not to face a woman pracher! Lotz doesn’t try to convince such people. She merely says, “When people have a problem with women in the ministry, they need to take it up with Jesus. He’s the one who put us here.”


Interesting, huh?

My Mother's Birthday Dinner




Sandy Burkett and Mother





Joe and Wesley Kendrick


Annette on mother's right and her Emily, "my" Emily and Samantha in front


Belinda, Amy and Joe




Mark and Lisa



Group Shot
It was a lively fun group--the perfect mix of people!

Sunday, February 25, 2007

Weight Loss Progress Report

Hey, Bloggerbuddies, this is the weekly update I posted on Dr. Nick's website today. Most of it will be "old news" to those of you who read my blog regularly, so you may want to just skim it. I'm at a new low weight-wise, but it's coming off very slowly. I've lost 18.8 total, but I started last Oct. 15. Oh well, they say if you lose it slowly it's more likely to stay off. Hope that's true.

I'm in a small group about worship at my church, and last week’s study was about how the Bible says WE are the temple of God. We learned that we are mobile temples of the Holy Spirit, Winnebagos of Worship! If we were traveling in an RV, we wouldn’t trash it up with garbage like litter and rotten food and dead animals and other gross stuff, would we? Nor should we treat our temple like that, huh?!

Melodie and Robb asked how my high-tech shoes work! Well, there’s a computer chip that fits in a little space under the insole of the left shoe, and it sends messages to my iPod Nano. The Nano has a little screen so you can see, as well as hear, your stats as you run, if you want to. You can set it to monitor your running by time, by distance, or even by calories you want to burn. I usually set mine by time. It tells me every 5 minutes how much time has gone by, and it tells me when I reach the halfway point. Then the second half it counts down how much time I have left. At the end it tells me my distance, pace per mile, and calories burned. Oh, and it has my history, so if I set a PR (personal record), Lance Armstrong or somebody will come on to congratulate me! All the while I’m still listening to my favorite running music. Is that cool or WHAT?

I’ve set a goal to run the Women Can Run 5K race on May 12 in a town about 50 miles away. I used to run a lot of road races, and they’re very motivating. This race is a big event in Arkansas because there are 10-week clinics beginning soon in 23 towns. Women train together and the race is their graduation event. My town doesn’t have the clinic, although perhaps God will lead me to start one here someday, you never know. I’ve decided to hook up with a group that’s about 30 miles away so I can feel like part of a group (each group wears its own T-shirt design in the race). I’ve been emailing the leaders and they want me to come whenever I can, even if I’m not regular. I think I’ll know some of the people when I get there because their school sent teachers to my workshops for the last 10 years before I retired recently. My daughter did the clinic and race last year, and she loved it. She can’t do it this year because of her pregnancy, so this year is my turn!

OK, about my week. Sunday I wogged from my house on a hilly rocky country road I’m going to name Shorty. I went 3.16 miles in 45 minutes (and 49 seconds—I didn’t get it stopped very quickly) at a 14:27 pace. It was a lot harder than the flat places I’ve been running on lately, and I had to walk some of it. I was sore afterwards, but I was sore before I started, too—ha!

On Monday I just took off from the place where I’d left my car to get the oil changed. I set it for 45 minutes, wogged through a couple of neighborhoods, turned around when “the voice” said I was half-finished, and wogged back. It turned out to be exactly 3 miles. My body was really tired so I walked a lot of it, resulting in a 15:07 pace. It was a beautiful sunny day and I loved it! One of the things I like about walking/running is that you can do it nearly anywhere anytime! It was a great chance to “redeem the time.” Otherwise, I would have just been sitting there waiting, and enduring their TV blaring. (I think TVs are so rude, the way they yell at you.)

On Wednesday I wogged a nature trail in a neighboring town where I attend Bible Study Fellowship. I covered 3.33 miles in my 45 minutes at a 13:29 pace. That’s actually the fastest I’ve done on a non-flat surface for 45 minutes, although I’ve done 30 minutes faster.

On Thursday I wogged “Shorty” again a little bit faster, but on Friday I fell apart. I was at a new beauty shop my hairdresser joined, and they were having a grand opening with refreshments. I had never had a bon-bon before, so I thought I’d just TASTE one, and it turned out to be like Edmund with the Turkish Delight (in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe). The more I ate, the more I wanted. It was ugly, and it led to more ugliness the rest of the day. It didn’t have to happen. It would have been easy to avoid—if I had resisted that first taste, it never would have happened! So on Saturday I took a page from Dr. Nick’s update and fasted for 24 hours to show my body who was in control, and I’m back where I belong mentally!

BTW, God did a cool thing for me while I was at the beauty shop, and it really shows his grace because I certainly didn’t deserve it, especially at that time--I signed up for a drawing, and I won it! I’m getting a free facial and body wrap on Tuesday! The body wrap is supposed to help me lose weight for the following three days if I drink lots of water and not much caffeine. I’m leaving for Denver on Wednesday, so with that little motivation I’ve decided to consider my trip a radical sabbatical and really watch what I eat and make it a point to exercise while I’m gone.

I hope everybody has a good week! I’ll leave Wednesday and be gone about a week. I’m not sure if I’ll have internet access on my trip or not—hope so! I know I won’t have a scale—hey, I’ll try to remember to pack mine! Remember, “When we are weak, then He is strong!”

OK, bloggerbuddies, that was probably TMI (which I now know means Too Much Information, thanks to Laura), but it sure was easier cutting and pasting my report to Dr. Nick's website than it would have been writing a whole new blog entry, and Sunday IS a day of rest, after all!

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Things that give me a cheerful heart






You may be wondering why I posted this potpourri of pictures. Well, today my sweet young mentees and I are reading Proverbs 15. It says "A cheerful heart brings a smile to your face," and "A cheerful heart fills the day with song." It's a stormy gloomy day, so I decided to think about my favorite memories to cheer up my heart, and those were a few of them!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Different parts and different hearts



Why do we all have different passions? So everything that’s supposed to get done will get done, John Fischer says. I quote:


Sometimes we feel guilt because we don’t have the same passion as the last person who talked about missions, or abortion, or the homeless, or marriage, or singleness, or men’s ministry, or AIDS prevention, or prisons, or evangelism, or the military.



What we forget is that there are so many needs because there are so many of us to meet them. We are a body made up of different parts and different hearts; we don’t have to all be moved by the same issues and needs.



This is where the concept and the practical nature of spiritual gifts come in. There are a variety of gifts and there are a variety of ministries, but the same Lord working in all and through all. No one has to do everything; no one can.



It is up to us to find out where we fit and what God put us here to do. Soon you will be just as passionate about something because it’s your thing. This is the way it’s supposed to be. We only get frustrated when we forget this and try and take on everything or get so overwhelmed that we take on nothing at all.



All of this should just make us marvel at the wisdom of God even more. He’s designed us all with different abilities and different interests so that we are not only good at what we do, we do not have to be frustrated or depressed over what we aren’t good at.



I really liked this, because there are some things I WISH I wanted to do, but I just plain DON'T, and no matter how hard I try, I can't muster up the desire! I don't want to work at the Pregnancy Help Center, I don't want to go to Africa, I don't want to visit all the people at Heritage, and I don't want to work in a classroom of AWANA kids. I'm very glad others DO, and I'll support them in ways I CAN, but I don't feel drawn to those things, and in fact, just the thought of doing them makes me feel a little depressed!

But there are other things I love to do! I love praying for and encouraging my spiritual leaders, mentoring my young women friends, sending out cards to absentee choir members and AWANA kids, supporting the Creative Arts ministry however I can, and babysitting to free up Mark and Lisa as THEY minister.

So maybe it's just false guilt that creeps up on me. I told someone recently that the NEED isn't the same as the CALLING, and I really believe that. I wonder why it's so hard for me to walk in what I know is true?

Thursday, February 22, 2007

THE WAY I GROW


There's a guy I know, and I love him dearly, but he won't sing the words to Blessed Be the Name of the Lord right when we sing it in church. He won't sing "He gives and takes away." He changes it to "He gives and keeps on giving."
I know I'm super-sensitive about it, but deliberately singing that phrase (and I admit it wasn't easy) started me on my way to healing, and it'll always be very meaningful to me. God DOES take away, and I feel like telling this sweet friend, "Get ready!" I guess God hasn't taken away anything important to him yet. I hope he can handle it when it happens.


John Fischer says it's in the fine print--


“We are pressed on every side by troubles, but we are not crushed. We are perplexed, but not driven to despair. We are hunted down, but never abandoned by God. We get knocked down, but we are not destroyed. Through suffering, our bodies continue to share in the death of Jesus so that the life of Jesus may also be seen in our bodies.” (2 Corinthians 4:8-10 NLT)

These verses are what I call the fine print of the Christian life. When you sign up, you sign up for this, but unfortunately, not too many people read that far into the contract, and not enough leaders point it out. So when bad things start happening to us, we think something went wrong with our faith. Not necessarily. In fact, it’s an honor to think that your faith is worthy of being tested.

It’s a reverse spiritual principle that nonetheless is true: We get beaten down so that Christ might rise in us. It’s the whole idea God has of avoiding confusion. See, he doesn’t want people confusing human power and achievement with his power and what he is achieving in and through our lives. If all Christians were super-Christians, people would be impressed with them. As it is, God wants people to be surprised at us, not so much impressed – surprised that we can keep on believing, given what has happened to us. Surprised at us – impressed with God. That’s the way it should go.

Paul wrote in the passage above that troubles, confusions, knock-downs, and drag-outs are all to be expected in a life of faith, and are what will actually release the power of God in our lives. We encounter death-like experiences so that Christ’s life-like nature may clearly be seen in us, despite what is happening.


This is God’s strategy for ministry through us. There is no other way for it to be done. His strategy is his power and strength through our weakness – his life through our death. This doesn’t just happen to some Christians; it happens to us all if we desire to be effective in our faith.

I've been wondering lately...do we ever really grow when we're NOT going through hard things? I know that's when I seem to have MY growth spurts...

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

MIRACLE BABY

I read this today, and had a WOW moment! The picture I saw had a ball point pen next to her, and they were the same size!!

What an example of how we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

MIAMI, Florida (AP) -- Parents of one of the world's smallest premature babies got to take her home Wednesday for the first time since she was delivered last fall.



Amillia Sonja Taylor has known only an incubator for a bed at Baptist Children's Hospital since she was delivered in October after less than 22 weeks in the womb.



"The baby is healthy and thriving and left Baptist Children's Hospital today after four months in our neonatal intensive care unit," hospital spokeswoman Liz Latta said.



Amillia, who was just 9 1/2 inches at birth and weighed less than 10 ounces, will still require oxygen at home and a developmental specialist will follow up with her and her parents to track her neurological development.



The infant now weighs about 4 1/2 pounds and is just over 15 1/2 inches long.

They think she'll be able to live a normal life. Can you IMAGINE?!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

LIVING DANGEROUSLY


Good morning, bloggerbuddies! Below is something by John Fischer about living dangerously, which means more than running with scissors!

Your mission today (should you choose to accept it) is to get yourself up out of bed and throw yourself out into the world. That’s right: Get up and get out.

My, how daring we are! Well, yes, when you consider how dangerous a place the world is, and how inadequate we feel when we try to make a difference in it. But just read this:
“For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing. To the one we are the smell of death; to the other the fragrance of life. And who is equal to such a task?” (2 Corinthians 2:15-16 NIV)

Now there is a picture: You and me having a significant effect on people, churning up reactions as varied as life and death by our mere presence. It’s no surprise Paul would wonder, in the next breath, who, if any, might be equal to this task. It’s a rhetorical question that he intends to answer, and he does in the next chapter. “Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God who has made us adequate ….” (2 Corinthians 3:5-6 NIV) In other words, we aren’t adequate, but we are. We aren’t adequate in ourselves, but we are in Christ. And we find this out when we jump into the world, believing.

By believing, you are taking the particular characteristics of a believer (a person in whom God’s presence is a factor) out into the world, and by nature of your presence in the world and the presence of Christ in your life, you will make a difference. So, you see, it is all about literally throwing yourself out there and trusting that God shows up when you do, even when you don’t exactly know what’s going to happen next, you just know you’ll be ready when it does by nature of the Spirit of God in you. How about that for living dangerously?

A true Christian is choosing the most dangerous occupation in the world, not only because Satan is alive and well on planet earth working to discredit those who believe, but because God likes us living on the edge in believing him. True faith is a challenge of wits. It’s the mover and shaker of the status quo. Faith kicks us out of our safety net and into the world. If nothing’s on the line, then there’s no faith required. That’s dangerous, but all the more exhilarating when God shows up and shows himself to be true to his promises.

So let's live dangerously today, bloggerbuddies!

Monday, February 19, 2007

WOMEN CAN RUN CLINIC




I've been in touch with some sweet Paris women who are leaders in this group, and I'm going to join them! Ginger did this clinic at Cabot last year and ran the race. Sorry you can't do it this year, Ginger. Well, not really... :)

I'm just going to paste some info they sent me plus some from their website.

Women, no matter our ages, our shapes, our sizes, can run or walk. The Paris Women Can Run/Walk Clinic is able to give women in the Paris, Arkansas area this opportunity because a wonderful group of women from throughout the state of Arkansas chose to form a running club ten years ago called Women Run Arkansas Running Club.

The mission of WRA is “to address the special needs of women’s fitness, while promoting health and fitness through running and walking.” One way they chose to do this is by establishing free women’s running clinics, which are held each spring. Each clinic last ten weeks. At the end of those ten weeks, women will be able to participate, if desired, in the Women Run Arkansas 5K Race which is held in Conway, Arkansas.

Following the guidelines set by the WRA, the Paris Women Can Run/Walk Clinic will prepare women and any of their daughters who want to participate, to walk faster than they already do, learn to run, or to learn to run faster than they already do.


During the ten week free women’s clinic, women will be encouraged to participate in the graduation event scheduled for May 12, 2007.

The Paris clinic will begin on February 26, 2007 at the Paris High School Track. Each session will begin at 5:30 p.m. and last approximately one hour, no more than one hour and fifteen minutes. Pre-registration will be held two nights at 5:30 p.m. to 6:30 p.m. in the Paris High School Cafeteria. Those days and dates are Tuesday, February 20th and Thursday, February 22nd.


The Paris group's website is: http://home.centurytel.net/pariswomencanrunwalk It tells a little about it and shows some great photos. The Pasta Party the night before the race looked fun, especially the table decorations using running shoes. Very cute!

The program they follow developed by the Women Run Arkansas Running Club http://womenrunarkansas.net/ recommends a slow start. They meet two nights a week and you work on your own one night.

I know I can't drive to Paris two nights a week, but I just like the idea of BELONGING anyway, and those sweet women are encouraging me to join even if I'm not regular in attending. Doesn't it sound like fun?

Anybody interested in joining with me?

Sunday, February 18, 2007

State of the Body Address


If you haven't heard, I got my new toy last Saturday! I found the Nikes on sale for only $79.99! Of course, the computer chip was another $30. Thank God for Valentine’s Day! (That was my excuse for buying them!)

Lisa and I hit the roads last Saturday morning, both listening to our own music on our Nanos! She walks fast (she’s 25 years younger than I am) and I jog slow (I’m 57, short-legged, and of course, overweight), and it works out perfectly! We wogged 45 minutes, which was 3.27 miles, at a 13:50 minutes per mile pace, and burned off 422 calories.

The next day I wogged 45 minutes by myself on our church track: 3.42 miles at a 13:20 mpm pace.

The third day Lisa and I wogged 2.54 miles in 30 minutes, at an 11:53 mpm pace. (She did 45 min., but I left to pick up Samantha.)

The fourth day I had a big blister, which I popped and drained 3 times and sprayed with Tuff-Skin a lot.

The fifth day I was in Russellville for BSF anyway, so I ran 30 minutes by myself nonstop around the perimeter of Tucker Coliseum at a 12:16 mpm pace. (When I don't do any walking at all, I call it running.) The blister hurt!

The sixth day Juanita and Sandy and I hauled 13 boxes from the church to another location, and on the seventh day I almost rested. (Just moved the last three boxes.)

The eighth day (yesterday) Ginger and I shopped in Conway for maternity clothes! Woohoo!

I plan to resume running this afternoon! I know that to a “real runner” my 11:53 PR pace is laughable, but hey, it’s a start! I plan to run a 4 mile race in July, so I’ll get a lot faster by then.

As for my weight, I lost .6, which puts me at a new low!


As for my eating, I’m afraid I’ve lost the “pink cloud abstinence,” as they say in Overeaters Anonymous, or perhaps the “soaring on wings like eagles above the struggle” in Bible terminology. I’m listening to the audiotape of Beth Moore’s new book, “Get Out of That Pit” and I’m hoping it’ll help me get back on track. I may need to adopt a plan, but I don’t know WHAT plan. I need to do some serious praying about it. When I lost weight so well in Nov. and Dec., I didn’t really follow a structured plan. Other than not eating sugar (which I’m still doing pretty well), I just trusted God to lead me moment by moment. I’m not stopping and listening to his voice very well anymore...

Saturday, February 17, 2007

TEN THINGS I LIKE


10 things I like:
1. pink sunsets
2. kittens
3. chocolate
4. hot tubs
5. "The Office" (TV show)
6. retirement
7. cinnamon
8. bright sunshine
9. worship music
10. laptop computers

5 things I don't like:
1. chocolate peppermint Altoids
2. cloudy days
3. fat jeans
4. fish
5. Elvis

What about you?

Friday, February 16, 2007

NO PAIN, NO GAIN


OK, bloggerbuddies, this is a little deep, but I'm pondering something I read by John Fischer (in italics) about the PROBLEM OF PAIN.
What is YOUR perspective?

Perspective 1--“Sometimes the going will get tough, and in those times you need to remember that your faith will get you through and something good will come out of hardship. Hang in there, this will soon be over.”

Perspective 2--“Get use to it. Pain, suffering, and hardship are necessary for growth. They will be constant companions to those who desire to know and love God deeply. Get ready for the long haul. If you’re feeling good and life is relatively painless, that’s the abnormal experience, not the norm. Enjoy it, but don’t expect it.”

One says that suffering is a glitch on the spiritual map, a storm one can weather, a malfunction easily corrected with a certain degree of patience and determination. This perspective believes that there exists a “normal” state for a believer that is relatively comfortable and risk-free. (We like that thought, don't we, bloggerbuddies?)

But in reality, this perspective is unbiblical and actually lines up more with a culture that treats discomfort as something we deserve to have alleviated. Multi-billion dollar industries are dedicated to creating and maintaining this myth, and convincing us all that the good life is attainable with, of course, the help of the product being touted. In other words, “normal” is just around the corner.

The other perspective is much more in keeping with reality and the belief that our real purposes go way beyond this life and this present darkness.


It is a perspective that expects hardship and pain to be a part of the day-to-day program. If we are waiting for anything, we are waiting for eternity with Christ, not for everything to get better here on earth.

This is not about being pessimistic, although it might sound like it. It’s about being realistic and learning how to find joy in the midst of even the most difficult things. Getting “normal” right is half the battle.

As a new Christian 30-something years ago, I took Phil. 3:10 as my life's verse: "I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his suffering..." Of course, I didn't know how hard suffering would BE, but I've got to admit I DID sign up for it!


The power of his resurrection is the good part. The fellowship of his suffering just plain HURTS! But since I grow most during times of suffering, I want to get to the point where I willingly embrace the hard things God sends into my life.

That's what I'm working on right now....

Thursday, February 15, 2007

This is me--and YOU!!


Yes, friends, this is a photo of ME--also Spring, Laura, Stephanie, Mark--and YOU! (You'll like this, Annette!)
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Our small group last night was about how WE are the temple of God. Lamar said we are mobile temples of the Holy Spirit--Winnebagos of worship!
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Mark said we should get T-shirts to wear at the Worship Institute that say "Winnebago of Worship!" Wouldn't that be cool?!

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day!

It's nice having "stuff" like my high-tech shoes (thanks, Joe!) and iPod Nano (thanks, Mark!), which helped me have a great time running 30 minutes non-stop at a good pace today (thanks, God!), but the thing I REALLY love is PEOPLE.

That's YOU!

Yes, you there reading this!

I LOVE YOU BUNCHES!!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

For My Not-So-Young Friends


Most of you know that I hate receiving forwards, but this one was really good. Since I posted to my young friends yesterday, this one is for those of us over...um, 40! I'm blogging early because tonight is Spoil Joe Night (we're celebrating Valentine's Day a little early).

A very weird thing has happened. A strange old lady has moved into my house. I have no idea who she is, where she came from, or how she got in. I certainly did not invite her. All I know is that one day she wasn't there, and the next day she was.

She is a clever old lady and manages to keep out of sight for the most part, but whenever I pass a mirror I catch a glimpse of her. And whenever I look in the mirror to check my appearance, there she is hogging the whole thing, completely, obliterating my gorgeous face and body. This is very rude!
I have tried screaming at her, but she just screams back. The least she could do is offer to pay part of the rent, but no.

Every once in a while, I find a dollar bill stuck in a coat pocket, or some loose change under a sofa cushion, but it is not nearly enough. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I think she is stealing money from me. I go to the ATM and withdraw $100, and a few days later, it's all gone! I certainly don't spend money THAT fast, so I can only conclude the old lady is pilfering from me. You'd think she would spent some of that money to buy wrinkle cream.

And money isn't the only thing I think she is stealing. Food seems to disappear at an alarming rate-especially the good stuff like ice cream, cookies and candy. She must have a real sweet tooth, but she'd better watch it, because she is really packing on the pounds.

I suspect she realizes this, and to make herself feel better, she is tampering with my scale to make me think I am putting on weight too.

For an old lady, she is quite childish. She likes to play nasty games, like going into my closets when I'm not home and altering my clothes so they don't fit.

And she messes with files and papers so I can't find anything. This is particularly annoying since I am extremely neat and organized.
She has found other imaginative ways to annoy me. She gets into my mail, newspapers and magazines before I do and blurs the print so I can't read it.

And she has done something really sinister to the volume controls on my TV, radio and telephone. Now, all I hear are mumbles and whispers.

She has done other things - like make my stairs steeper, my vacuum heavier and all the knobs and faucets harder to turn. She even made my bed higher so that getting into and out of it is a real challenge.

Lately, she has been fooling with my groceries before I put them away, applying glue to the lids, making it almost impossible for me to open the jars.

She has taken the fun out of shopping for clothes. When I try something on, she stands in front of the dressing room mirror and monopolizes it. She looks totally ridiculous in some of those outfits, plus she keeps me from seeing how great they look on me.

Just when I thought she couldn't get any meaner, she proved me wrong. She came along when I went to get my picture taken for my driver's license and just as the camera shutter clicked, she jumped in front of me.


There's more, but you get the drift. WHICH ONES DO YOU RELATE TO?? (I'm not asking anyone in particular, of course, Sue, Annette, Irene and Lana!)

Monday, February 12, 2007

For My Mentees


Just Gotta Have It! (Cool article!)

My kitchen was a mess. I'd dug through every drawer and cupboard, searching for the only thing that would satisfy me…chocolate! I was in the middle of a full-blown craving. You know the feeling: that insatiable, overwhelming desire for ice cream, chips, chocolate, or pizza.

Only a few days after I'd torn my kitchen apart in search of chocolate, I came across a Bible verse that drew me up short: "Like newborn babies, crave pure spiritual milk" (1 Peter 2:2). The New American Standard Version puts it this way: "long for the…word" (both emphases mine). As I thought about my desire for God's Word, I had to admit "craving" or "longing" didn't define my feelings about my current Bible reading. Yes, I tried to do it daily, but some days reading God's Word was more mechanical than marvelous, more out of duty than desire.

Looking back over my life, I realized my desire for God's Word had fluctuated between the following degrees:

Some days, reading God's Word was more mechanical than marvelous, more out of duty than desire.

Having an insatiable appetite. I'd eagerly anticipate reading God's Word daily, and make time for it no matter what else was going on. I couldn't get to sleep at night if I missed it.

Eating my veggies. This is the mode in which I most often found myself. I'd read the Bible because I knew it's right, I wanted to obey God, I knew it's good for me, and I was always glad I did it.

Being "force-fed." In this mode, I'd hear God's Word at church, and would read the Bible every now and then—but usually not until I felt extremely guilty about my lack of time with him.

Starving. These have been the dry spells, thankfully few, when I've gone weeks without opening my Bible except at church. I've let busyness, distractions, or unconfessed sin get in the way.

Do you see yourself in the above descriptions? If you're like me, you've experienced each of these stages over the course of your walk with God. But you also wish that you genuinely and consistently craved God's Word.
If my cravings for Scripture were anything like my cravings for chocolate, I would just have to have it. I wanted to wake up in the morning and not be able to focus on anything else until I'd spent time in God's Word. I wanted to dig in voraciously, instead of doing a half-hearted devotional.

To discover how to develop a craving for Scripture, I looked back at the high points of my spiritual life—the times when I couldn't get enough of God's Word—and took note of the things I did, the habits I made, and the factors that contributed to the craving. Then I asked other women what helped them develop a craving for God's Word.

Here are things I discovered that can help you rekindle or strengthen your desire for time in Scripture:

1. Remember the Bible's benefits. After my son's birth, I experienced a prolonged case of "baby blues." Although I found some solace in talking to other moms, journaling, and scheduling "me-time," I found the most significant source of peace and comfort in God's Word. I found particular reassurance in reading the Psalms—seeing how David cried out in fear, confusion, and even despair, but consistently returned to acknowledge God as his refuge and strength.

At other times, I've turned to Scripture to find direction, wisdom, and encouragement. The Bible holds all this for us, and much more! Scripture tells us God's Word is "a lamp to [our] feet and a light for [our] path" (Psalm 119:105). Psalm 111:10 also reminds us "The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; all who follow his precepts have good understanding."

Just as satisfying physical craving releases feel-good chemicals in our brains, satisfying a hunger for Scripture releases all kinds of spiritual benefits and blessings in our lives, such as increased wisdom, comfort, and peace.

2. Ask God to give you desire for his Word.What better way to obtain a desire for God's Word than from God himself? Each day, ask God to give you a deep-rooted desire to spend time reading and studying the Bible. Then be alert for those inner promptings and reminders to open his Word and dive in. I find that when I consistently ask God to give me a desire to spend time with him, he always comes through. I can't walk past the shelf where I keep my Bible and devotional book without feeling as though I should pull it out and dig in!

3. Make daily Bible reading instinctual.Experts say it takes 21 days to develop a habit. I've applied this principle to exercise, drinking water, and even making my bed—so why not use it with Bible reading? Decide on a reading or study plan and commit yourself to spending time in God's Word every day, whether you feel like it or not. One thing that helps me is to use a daily devotional aid. After following that plan for a few weeks, I find I can't skip a day in God's Word without feeling like I'm missing out on something.

4. Keep a spiritual journal. One of the best ways to strengthen and maintain a desire for God's Word is to keep a record of how Scripture has impacted your life. I kept journals throughout my college years. Looking back over them reminds me of how God has worked in my life and gives me the motivation to continue serious Bible study. Your journal doesn't have to be a special leather-bound volume; it can be a spiral notebook, or simply notes taken directly in your Bible. The point is to take note of how various Scripture passages have touched your heart, motivated change in your life, or given you insight into life's circumstances. When you've filled up a journal, notebook, or Bible, keep it as a record and reminder —one you can turn to time and time again to see how powerful God's Word truly is.

5. Customize your Bible study to fit your circumstances. Just as we all have different personalities that may require different approaches to reading the Bible, we all go through different life stages that demand a change in our Bible reading. A mother of three preschoolers might not be able to devote the same amount of time and energy to reading God's Word as she will when all her children are in school.

Lori, a wife and mom from Nebraska, has been able to customize her time in the Bible throughout her adult life to fit whatever circumstances she finds herself in. During college, she carved out enough time to read through the Bible twice. In the early years of her marriage, while working full-time as a teacher, she fit in shorter reading times whenever she had the opportunity, such as reading some Scripture while stopped at traffic lights during her long commute. Now as a busy stay-at-home-mom, she does most of her Bible study late at night or when her children are in the tub.

Take a look at your roles and responsibilities. Make sure you're not trying to do too much (and definitely not too little!) for your circumstances. Finding the method of study and reading that works for where you are right now will keep you from giving up in frustration.

I know there still will be times when I don't "feel" the craving for Scripture I want to have. But I also know the important thing is for each of us to be aware of our desire for God's Word and always to be working to increase it.
And another benefit is—satisfying our craving for Scripture will never make us fat! Now…where did I hide that chocolate?


(Article by Katrina Baker from Today's Christian Woman magazine)

Say WHAT?


I've been chatting to people on the internet lately, and I need to know the lingo. I think I've figured out a lot of it, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

IMHO (in my humble opinion)

LOL (laughing out loud)

ROFL (rolling on floor laughing)

ROFLMAO (rolling on floor laughing my a__ off)

TMI ?

I don't have a clue what TMI means. Can anybody help me? And what other acronyms can I expect to encounter?
Thanks, bloggerbuddies! TTYL (talk to you later)!

Sunday, February 11, 2007

They made it into a movie!!!!



This is for Ginger and Annette and Spring and Lisa. Actually Lisa is ahead of the rest of us on this.

Remember reading Francine Rivers' book, The Last Sin-Eater and how haunting it was? I have never gotten over the book, although it has been years since I read it.

Well, they made it into a movie! Mark and Lisa saw it in Ft. Smith Friday night, and Lisa said it was true to the book and good! It probably won't ever come here, but I'm sure gonna watch for the video! Here's a review from CT at the Movies:

At a time when Christian filmmakers are eager to prove that they can make movies that are just as generic and formulaic as anything Hollywood puts out—Christian political thrillers, Christian serial-killer mysteries, Christian romantic comedies, and the like—there is something to be said for a movie like The Last Sin Eater, which doesn't even try to follow any secular trends.

The FoxFaith film, which concerns an obscure quasi-religious ritual that was practiced by some Britons and emigrants from Britain as recently as the 19th century, also puts spiritual concerns front-and-center, instead of trying to smuggle them in through the back door.

So if the characters get a little preachy at times, as people in Christian movies are wont to do … well, at least it fits this story in a more organic sort of way.

The film takes place in the Appalachian mountains circa 1850, and the title refers to a custom that the characters have brought with them from their native Wales, in which a man—usually a beggar or some similar social outcast—takes the sins of the newly deceased upon himself in exchange for food and drink. Because sin eaters are thought to have the sins of many people weighing on their souls, they are shunned by their communities, except when someone dies and their services are required—and even then, to look a sin eater in the eye is to invite a curse.

Of course, if you tell someone not to do something, the odds are pretty good that he or she might do it—especially if that person is a child. And so it is that a young girl named Cadi Forbes (Liana Liberato) attends the funeral of her grandmother and looks a particular Sin Eater (Peter Wingfield) right in the eye, while all her friends and relatives are making a point of looking the other way or closing their eyes altogether.

Cadi becomes obsessed with the Sin Eater, and not simply because she is curious to know who he is, where he lives, how he got his peculiar job, or why that blonde woman down the road goes looking for him up the mountain every now and then. Cadi's younger sister died recently, and Cadi feels that the death is somehow her fault; what's more, she believes her mother (Elizabeth Lackey) would have preferred it if Cadi had been the one that died, instead. So, traumatized by the harm that she thinks she has caused, Cadi wants to ask the Sin Eater to take her sins away. You can sense where this is going, right?

Cadi's quest to be cleansed of her sins is helped along by a couple of … well, let's call them visitors. Early on, Cadi walks onto a tree bridge high above a river and contemplates jumping to her death, but—shades of It's a Wonderful Life!—she is interrupted by a mysterious, angelic girl named Lilybet (Thea Rose). Soon after this, Cadi meets an anonymous preacher (E.T.'s Henry Thomas) who spells out the gospel message, letting her know that Jesus is the only "sin eater" she will ever need.

Cadi accepts the preacher's message immediately—she "feels" different after saying the sinner's prayer (or the 19th-century equivalent) in a way that she never felt during her dealings with the Sin Eater—and the question that hangs over the rest of the film is whether the rest of the community will come to accept that message, too. Along the way, Cadi learns about the deep dark secrets that compelled her kin to adopt the custom of having a sin eater in the first place.

The very concept of "sin eating" is so unusual that the film cannot help but be at least a little interesting. However, the movie suffers from the same sense of inevitability that afflicts so many other Christian films; at times you suspect the filmmakers are not all that interested in the phenomenon of "sin eating" for its own sake, but regard it as just another set-up for an evangelistic punch line.

The set-up is made to seem even more trivial near the end, when a handful of flashbacks reveal the reason why this community has a "sin eater" in the first place. Instead of exploring the psychological, social or spiritual factors that would sustain such a practice, the film settles for a couple of pat explanations that sound like something ripped out of a historical romance novel. What's more, the original sins committed by this community are so extreme, the average moviegoer might not relate to them, and thus to the community's deep desire for absolution.

The film is based on a novel by Francine Rivers, and directed by Michael Landon Jr. from a script he wrote with Touched by an Angel producer Brian Bird. All of Landon's previous directorial efforts have been adaptations of Janette Oke novels (the Love Comes Softly series) or tributes to his father, the Little House on the Prairie star; and The Last Sin Eater would be quite at home sitting next to those stories on someone's DVD shelf. In some ways, it even brings to mind the famous Little House episode in which Laura blames herself for the death of her baby brother, runs away from home, and meets an angel.

The Last Sin Eater might also amuse fans of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, because it features Louise Fletcher (an Oscar winner for One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest) as an old friend of Cadi's grandmother; Fletcher played a "Bajoran" called "the Kai" on Star Trek, and here, she plays an elderly member of the community who butts heads with a villain named "Brogan Kai," whose father she often refers to simply as "the Kai."

The film suffers from pedestrian direction, but it benefits from decent performances, especially where its young star Liberato is concerned. As a window into an older culture, or an evening's entertainment with the family, you could certainly do worse. Just don't be surprised when the movie starts preaching to the converted—that is, to the fellow believers who will undoubtedly make up the bulk of its audience.

The review even provided some questions:

1. Why do you think a practice like "sin eating" came into existence? How have you handled the guilt of your own sin in the past? Why do you think the Bible includes such concepts as the "scapegoat?"

2. Cadi says she doesn't "feel" different when the Sin Eater performs his ritual on her, but she "feels" different after she prays with the Man of God. How important are "feelings" in knowing whether you have done the right thing, spiritually? What would you say to someone who had asked Christ into their heart but didn't "feel" different?

3. The Sin Eater resists the gospel message, at first, because he knows that, if it is true, it would mean that he has wasted his life—he has lived a lie and has not saved anyone like he thought he had. What lies have you had to give up, when you heard the truth? How can you help other people to find and follow the truth?

I just thought you'd want to know about it!

Saturday, February 10, 2007

My New Toy


I got my new high-tech Nikes today! (Mine are prettier than the picture, though-- they're white).

I found them on sale at Hibbets for only $79.99 (they had been $110, but they aren't the latest model anymore). Of course, the computer chip was another $30.
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Thank God (literally) for Valentine’s Day because that was my excuse for buying them!

Lisa and I hit the roads this morning, each listening to our favorite music on our Nanos! We went to the Marina and back and also around her neighborhood. She walks fast (she’s 20-something years younger than I am and the perfect weight) and I jog slow (I’m 57, short-legged, and fat), and it works out perfectly! We wogged 45 minutes, which was 3.27 miles, at a 13:50 pace, and burned off 422 calories!
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Is that cool or WHAT, getting that much information from a SHOE!?!

Saturday Morning Fun!

Samantha woke up in a creative mood! That's Play-doh with the Dora in it!
We're watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse now. Had Barbie cereal and bananas for breakfast.
We also organized an Arts and Crafts box for next time! Emily says, "I want to do artcraft!"

Friday, February 09, 2007

Valentine Fun with Creative Girls




Having a Sleepover!

Joy!

My sweet little almost-grandchildren are spending the night with us tonight! I'll post a picture later so you can see what we did.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

WOW!!!!!


I just got a pop-up message from Todd, my son-in-law. He said he and Ginger got to hear their baby's heartbeat today! Sometimes I have to pinch myself!!!

The couch has to go


Voddie Baucham, according to blogworship.com, says:
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When my wife and I first married as college students, we were “po”—so poor that we couldn’t afford the second o and the r in the word, as the old joke goes.
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We had nothing. Nothing, that is, except a couple of pieces of hand-me-down furniture. One was a couch that my mother had given us. She had earlier reupholstered it in a tan fabric, and it had three large cushions that were adorned with a series of orange squares set inside larger brown squares. It was hideous! Nevertheless, we were proud to have it. We kept that couch for several years.
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Eventually, we both graduated from college and went from “po” to poor, and gradually we progressed to being merely broke. As we moved up the socioeconomic ladder, we began to acquire new furniture—first a coffee table, then a couple of bar stools, a dining room table, and a large floor lamp. Things were really looking up! However, the couch remained. I don’t know if it was the prohibitive cost of buying a new couch or the fact that my mother had recovered it herself before she gave it to us, but the couch lingered on.
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Then it happened. The moment of truth arrived. We looked around and realized that there was a new theme in our home décor. The apartment had taken on a “poor-man’s modern” look. Everything was beginning to come together—everything, that is, except the couch. The couch stood out like a beggar at a black-tie dinner. Something had to be done! The couch had to go.
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At first we didn’t have the heart to throw it out. Nor could we give it away. It had been a gift and a reminder of humble beginnings. So we decided to put it in an extra room. After a while, though, the couch was no longer good enough for that room, either. The time had come. It had to go.
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We did what was once unthinkable: we got up one morning and waited for the trash collector. When he arrived, I took the long walk out to the curb, where I said my final good-byes. He threw it into the truck, and it was gone.
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Think of your OWN application for this, ok?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Worship Small Group

I said I'd tell ONE thing about our small group tonight, but it's impossible to pick just one. Since Mark will post the major things at me-log.blogspot.com, I think I'll just tell how you how it FELT tonight! Stephanie and Spring, I'm so sorry you couldn't be there. I missed you both a lot.

Anyway, the word I've gotta use, although it's badly overused, is AWESOME. It wasn't so much what was SAID as that I felt the Presence of God in an unusual way. I was so disappointed when it was over because I felt like I had WAVES of His Presence washing over me, and I wanted to stay there a lot longer.

Ironically, we were trying to define worship, and we said it was NOT an emotion, yet it seemed that God chose to reveal himself to me emotionally! I guess you just can't put him in a box, huh? (What an understatement!)

The only trouble is that when you're in the Presence of God like that, it reveals things in you that you don't like. I feel sad about a couple of stupid things I said to a friend today, and I have tried to correct them, although I don't think I did a very good job. However, this is a true friend, and I know that love covers a multitude of sins, so I know it will be ok.

One thing I don't know: why God puts up with me.

One thing I DO know: Grace is a beautiful thing.
I think I'll start posting one thought from our Wed. night small group study (it's about WORSHIP) each Wed. night, so stay tuned. Today is BSF day, and then I'm going to wander around Hobby Lobby to get some ideas for a birthday present for my mother. Spring said her mother would paint on whatever I get. It's for her door, so she wants her name on it. Then I get to pick up Samantha from school. I'm also putting the girls to bed at 8:30 tonight, so it'll be after that when I finally blog. Don't expect much.

I love this retired life!

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Mergers and Legal Notices


For your information, the following people and/or institutions have merged, according to Lark News:
Rebecca St. James Dobson
F.F. Bruce Wilkinson
Philip K. Dick Eastman Curtis Chapman University
Olivia Newton John Hagee
Jan Crouch & The Disciples
Greg Laurie Anderson Cooper Tires
Rick Warren Buffett
Kenneth Copeland Sports
John Eldredge Cleaver
Billy Graham Kendrick
Badly Drawn Boy George
Michael W. Smith Goes to Washington Irving Berlin
Bing Crosby Stills Nash & Young Messiah
Tiny Tim LaHaye
Billy Joel Osteen
Creflo Dollar Rent-a-Car
Toby Keith Green Day
I don't get all of them, but a couple of them seemed pretty funny to me, and I needed a laugh today.
I love you, my bloggerbuddies!

Monday, February 05, 2007

Happy Belated Groundhog Day

I just realized I missed Groundhog Day!

Oh, well, I heard that Punxsutawney Phil refused to come out anyway. It seems that he demanded front money and a cut on all merchandise.

Holidays have become WAY too commerialized, don't you think?

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Lightening Up Today!!


In case anyone should think I've gone off the deep end talking about my scriptural promises lately, I'm posting this little satirical piece from larknews.com.

BURLINGTON, N.J. — James Grant's life is full of things he can't do. According to friends, Grant is always feeling a check in his spirit, second guessing himself and using Scripture to justify his inability to make decisions.

"He'll say, 'I think I'll have a donut for breakfast. Wait, that would be gluttony,'" says one buddy. "So he'll have oatmeal instead, then say, 'But the Son of Man came enjoying life. I never get it right.' That's how James lives."

Grant often finds himself paralyzed with indecision at crucial moments. Before making a big career choice recently, he was torn between seeking counsel or going it alone. Proverbs 11:14 says safety is found in a multitude of counselors, but the apostle Paul consulted no man before launching his ministry, Grant says.

"He sees both sides of every issue, but can't find his way to a conclusion," says a friend. Grant ended up avoiding the choice altogether, letting circumstances dictate his future.

His mindset makes even simple tasks difficult. When a friend asked if Grant could help him put in a fence, Grant said, "No problem. Wait, that's pride. In my own power I can do nothing."

Friends have learned to counter his checks with balancing scriptures such as "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." "Yes, but be careful when you think you stand lest you fall," Grant usually replies.

I'm NOT going to become like "James." I know the danger of "claiming scriptures" or expecting a Word every time you read the Bible, so don't worry about me, bloggerbuddies!

But God IS God, and I want to always be open to anything he wants to do in my life, don't you?

Saturday, February 03, 2007

My Gethsemane Experience

OK, friends, this is the last installment of Kathy’s Weird and Wonderful Promises, at least until God fulfills another one! (Actually, he does that every day, but I mean another MIND-BLOWING one!)
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This one is also scriptural, but in a more general way. It happened when Annette and I were in the Garden of Gethsemane in Israel last March, so this was before the two specific verses about the grandbabies (see below if you haven’t read parts 1 and 2). Because of this experience, the Garden was the high point of the trip for me, even better than getting baptized in the Jordan River, which was VERY cool, too!

To preface this, I sometimes know when the Holy Spirit is speaking to me because it surprises me! It comes as a foreign thought in my mind, something I never would have thought of in a million years! Yeah, it freaks me out, but in a good way!


So…our group was sitting quietly on some risers in the Garden, and here’s what I heard (not audibly, but shockingly clearly nonetheless):

YOU HAVE HAD 7 YEARS OF FAMINE, AND NOW YOU WILL HAVE 7 YEARS OF ABUNDANCE.

I knew that referred to the story in Genesis about Joseph in Egypt, except in reverse because God told him there would be 7 years of abundance, followed by 7 years of famine, so that he could store up food.
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But how did it relate to ME? That was a no-brainer. I had been living in famine for 7 years and I knew it!

Madeline had been born 7 years earlier. I loved her with all my heart! She was SO cute and SUCH a delight to me! But to be honest, it was a very hard time, as well. Just keeping her alive from day to day was difficult, and for every happy event, there was a horrible incident that tore my heart out. It was 3 years of struggle in many ways, and then she died, and I entered into 4 years of deep grieving.

When I went to Israel, my healing had just begun—I had gotten a little glimpse of the joy and healing that the Edingtons were going to minister to me, which I probably needed in order to even believe the Word God gave me. But it had definitely been a 7-year period of difficult times, of joy turned to mourning again and again, then the finality of death--FAMINE.

In the Garden I felt in my spirit that God was telling me that finally the time of mourning was over, and now he was going to give me 7 years of emotional abundance—joy, love, fun! I cried so long and hard that finally a couple of elders (probably) from the
church we were with came over to see if I was ok! (I said I was GREAT!!)

I can’t explain the next part very well, but I started dropping in at Mark’s office, and somehow God started using him to facilitate God's healing love to my wounded and frozen heart.
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He and Lisa let me start babysitting Samantha and Emily, and soon I loved those girls as much as I loved Madeline, but it was PURE FUN without the ominous shadow that was such a constant part of Madeline’s bittersweet little life.
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I got to experience VeggieTales and Barney again, and learned about Polly Pockets and Cali Girls, and heard new Knock-Knock jokes! Sometimes I got to put them to bed and pray with them, and when they started telling me they loved me, WOW—life was good again! I was healed, I was ready--ready for even more happiness!

The only tiny shadow I experienced was knowing that those girls weren’t really my own grandkids, and that someday they would probably move away. The shadow was too small to overcome the sunshine they brought into my life, though, so I threw myself into loving them with all my heart. And I still do!

But when God said “abundance” he really meant it! Next thing I knew, I had those two girls, two adorable new step-grandsons, Jody and Shannon were having a baby, and Ginger even had one in the oven, too!

From zero to six! In fact, counting Madeline, who is dancing in heaven and will meet me at the gate when I get there, it's 7, the number of perfection!

Is that ABUNDANCE or WHAT?


All glory and honor to God, who does all things well...and abundantly!