Archive for February, 2009

February 18, 2009

no sense crying over spilt orange juice

spilt orange juice
 This is all that remains of the orange juice I just mixed up one minute before. Only a portion of one mug remained after stirring up a full 2 quarts. The remainder of that pitcher ended up all over the cabinet and all over my kitchen floor. Within seconds, the OJ I purchased only yesterday was running beneath my feet.

 
Thankfully, by grace, I managed to stay calm and not curse the loss of all that juice (or money). My mind certainly went to the fact that this one pitcher represented an entire week of breakfast, that this OJ is essential to a medication I must take each morning and this little accident will force me to purchase more before I was prepared to do so. But my heart immediately counteracted those thoughts with praise to the LORD that no more damage was done. That the OJ did not soak my white socks. That I had an old towel available to soak up all the excess. That I had nowhere else to be today and could deal with the aftermath. This little incident will now require me to do the piles of laundry that I probably would’ve avoided in favor of other, less necessary, tasks. Despite the inconvenience, I can only praise God.

These months have been an exercise in faith, learning to trust God in every single little situation as well as all the big stuff. The fact that I must now purchase more OJ before I planned will mean a faith that God will provide the cash to do so. And this little incident reinforces more heady decisions I’m facing: do I apply for a job that I would enjoy and do well but for which I’m not actually qualified? Do I look into another desired position that would require me to depend upon the support of individuals for my salary rather than a guaranteed paycheck? All of these are questions of faith, and I’m squarely in the midst of them.

Jesus said never to worry. “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life? — Matthew 6:25-27 (NIV)

I have seen God’s providence in every area of my life, again and again and again, and I know that He will continue to provide money for rent, expenses, insurance, as well as employment at the exact right time. For now, I have reminders like spilt OJ to keep me focused and patient until His timing is revealed. All I can do is laugh and raise my hands in praise to my Heavenly Father and His remarkable sense of humor.

February 17, 2009

2009 Scripture Memory (4-5 of 24): PSALM 27: 4-6

For this new period I have chosen to memorize the life verse of my first spiritual mentor, Charlotte Taylor. It is always on my heart but has never been committed to memory.

I ask only one thing, LORD:
Let me live in your house every day of my life
to see how wonderful you are and to pray in your temple.

In times of trouble, you will protect me.
You will hide me in your tent and keep me safe on top of a mighty rock. You will let me defeat all of my enemies.

Then I will celebrate, as I enter your tent with sacrifices and songs of praise. Psalm 27:4-6 (CEV)

Because I love the first/second person rendering (me to Him), I’m going to memorize this passage in the Contemporary English Version above. Still, I love the phrasing of it in the The Message:

I’m asking God for one thing, only one thing:
To live with him in his house my whole life long.
I’ll contemplate his beauty; I’ll study at his feet.

That’s the only quiet, secure place in a noisy world,
The perfect getaway, far from the buzz of traffic.

God holds me head and shoulders above all who try to pull me down. I’m headed for his place to offer anthems that will raise the roof! Already I’m singing God-songs; I’m making music to God.

So much to contemplate this month!

February 11, 2009

one word: lucky

I can’t help but break into a broad smile when I see the word “lucky”. I don’t believe in fates or luck or fortune, for I know that there is one and only one Sovereign of this world and all things come from Him. But the kid in me still likes the sound of the word. Lucky. It brings giddiness, the excitement of something that you didn’t expect, the sudden burst of happiness from long-awaited providence. For me, the word “lucky” is another word for undeserved blessing. And my life is full of those.

I am not lucky, but I am favored and treasured. And that makes my heart sing!

You only are a people holy to God, your God;
God chose you out of all the people on Earth
as his cherished personal treasure.

Deuteronomy 14:2 (The Message)

 
this post was derived from the list of inspiration words gathered on Ali Edwards’s blog and from the concept of writing about one word

February 9, 2009

one word: revive

There is an entry in the actual dictionary definition of the word “revive” that refers to restoration of the natural or uncombined state. I’m drawn to these words today — natural, uncombined. As I continue moving forward in these challenging days, I have sought nothing more than healing from the life I experienced in 2008. So, to think of revival as returning to a previous state is an exciting concept to me. That perhaps, at some point in my life, I have been some form of the person I am called to become, some form of the woman I long to be. It’s an exciting possibility, no? I am not becoming so much as I am discovering. Or rather, re-discovering. Somehow, that kind of takes the pressure off.

I believe in the Word of God which declares that I am a child of the Living God, a daughter of heaven, and I believe that I was in His mind even before the creation of the world. I know that Jesus, as He lived on this earth and died on the cross and rose from the grave, knew my name and saw my face as he brought salvation to the world. So the idea of being revived to an original state, to a state that has not been sullied by the evils of this world, is not such a far-off theory. I know that my Home lies in the heavens, and in the heavens all is perfect. I am perfect. And so I embrace this one word — revive — as my birthright. It brings renewed purpose and freedom from chains of my own making. I will be who I once was, in the mind of God. What greater promise could there be?

 
this post was derived from the list of inspiration words gathered on Ali Edwards’s blog and from the concept of writing about one word

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