Totally. Completely. Like how did I get here-zoned out.
And I was driving.
Scary, I know!
I cannot describe to you the brief, yet completely unnerving feeling I had when my brain finally kicked back into the present–and I had to figure out where I was versus where I needed to be.
Yep, zoned waaaaayyyy out!
I wish I could tell you that I was having a deep, spiritual conversation with my Lord. Or that I was talking to someone with my nifty hands-free set-up in the vehicle. Or that I was simply distracted by something I saw.
But…that isn’t the case.
What I was thinking and doing for those few minutes is and probably always will be a mystery.
As I said…scary!
After I recovered from my trip to the dark recesses of my mind, I had a chance to reflect on what happened (after I got out of the vehicle, of course!!)
How did that happen? Where did my thoughts go? Why can’t I remember any of it? Should I be concerned?
Sadly, I got no answers. Instead, my Jesus led me in a different direction…not one I expected.
He turned it around to my soul. I started thinking of my spiritual self of late.
I’ve been doing a great Bible study, I spend time with Jesus each morning, and I read the Word every day. Still, I sometimes find myself wondering what to do in certain areas of my life–how did that happen?
How can I feel so connected to God, yet sometimes feel like I’m not walking in the way He wants me to walk? There are moments when I question the very things I know I shouldn’t. Where did my thoughts go?
In my lowest moments, I hear the whispers of my enemy telling me I’m not good enough. Telling me I won’t be missed. Telling me I’ll never reach the student who needs me the most. Instead of hearing the promises of my Savior, instead of thinking of His faithfulness–why can’t I remember any of it?
Should I be concerned? Have I zoned out in my relationship with Jesus?
My friend, that heart-to-heart with my Lord has been one of the greatest encounters I have had with Him. In His sweet yet firm way, He pointed out so many truths to me. Truths I had overlooked. Truths I had taken for granted. Truths of which I had head-knowledge, but not heart knowledge. I hadn’t zoned out in my relationship, but I had started to move Him out of the equation in some areas of my life. Scary!
Can you relate to having head-knowledge about God, but not heart-knowledge?
Sweetheart, it’s OK. God used this crazy out-of-my-head occurrence to bring a real truth into my life–and He can do the same with you (hopefully without the experience I had!) All you have to do is be open to His voice, ready for His leading. Ask Him to show you a new truth about Him. Then, hang on! I can promise you that it will be a ride that you won’t forget!
Those questions, as hard as they were to hear and think about, actually have guided me back into a more fulfilling relationship with God. Yes, there are still questions swirling around (aren’t there always??), but that peace that truly only comes from God is now front and center in my life and heart. I know He is moving in my circumstances, I believe He is straightening the paths, I have no doubt that He is working. All those revelations and heart-knowing truths from one brief zoned out moment?? You bet! My God doesn’t need a lot of time–He just needs my attention.
So today, tune into God. Stop allowing the many distractions of this world to keep you from the Lover of your soul. Move out of the driver’s seat and let God take control of your life (yes, my sweet, it is a decision we have to make every moment to let God be in control). When you stop zoning out in your relationship with Christ, you can start focusing more on those things He wants to give you–protection, provision, peace, patience, love, joy, kindness… the list goes on and on. All you have to do, friend, is look, see, be, know, and experience.
Stop zoning out! Become fully sold out to Jesus! Get on the right track–and stay on it!!!
I love a good water feature!
Check out these pics of some of the amazing ones I’ve seen with my man on our adventures…
Yep, I’m a real crazy woman about water features…
As my man, our dog, and I were hiking recently, God was speaking to me as He usually does in these times. With the accompaniment of a lovely water feature in the background, He started talking with me about water. He started talking to me a lot about water (and it isn’t necessarily the best thing to do when you are hiking 7 miles without the modern-day convenience of a bathroom…but I digress…)
My sweet, I was walking alongside a water feature created by my Creator, and He was speaking to my heart about water–but not just any water. Oh no, this water can make a difference in a life…an eternal difference…
Remember the story of Jesus and the Samaritan woman in John 4? He asked her for a drink of water, but then moved away from the physical water to the spiritual water. Jesus told her, “If you knew the gift of God and Who it is that asks you for a drink, you would have asked Him and He would have given you living water” (John 4:10). I’m sure this probably messed with the woman’s mind–living water? What?
But Jesus didn’t leave her to wonder–check out verses 13 and 14 of that chapter: “Jesus answered, ‘Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give them will become in them a spring of water welling up to eternal life.’”
Jesus was offering more than just a thirst quencher, more than a temporary fix, more than a jar that would have to continually be refilled. He was offering her refreshment–ultimate, total, continual–refreshment.
Doesn’t that sound amazing?
Let me take you back to my hike. I didn’t dip my toes in the water (as some of my friends love to do!), but I did put my fingers in the stream. The water was cool, refreshing to my hand–and sooooo very soothing to my soul! As I’ve said, I love a good water feature, and the one that babbled peacefully nearby as we walked was truly a fantastic one. There is just something about water that calms my spirit, restores my peace, refreshes my entire being. I’m not sure anything in creation even comes close to how water speaks to me…
The same can be said for the living water that Jesus referenced to the Samaritan woman…
Friend, living water can do more for you than even the most beautiful water feature in the world. Living water fills you, keeps on filling you, keeps on cleansing you, keeps on refreshing you–from the day you ask Jesus to be Lord of your life until the day He takes you to be with Him forever. Living water is the Spirit of God–living inside every believer, providing guidance and cleansing and refreshment each moment of each day.
Couldn’t we all use some refreshment…
As a God-follower, that cool water that refreshed me physically also is symbolic of how Jesus refreshes me spiritually. Spending time with Him, reading His Word, asking for His guidance, looking to Him for decision-making wisdom–all of those things and sooooo many more calm my spirit. I don’t have to do each day alone, I don’t have to keep going back to the “well” to quench my thirst. That living water springs up eternally in me–all I have to do is dip my fingers in the flow, settle my soul on its’ banks, listen to the melody that it sings as I rest in its’ presence.
Oh my sweet, how I pray that you can hear the song the living water sings in your heart!
If you can’t, pray. Ask Jesus in your heart.
If you are a follower of Christ, pray. Ask Jesus to open your heart and your spiritual ears to the rhythm of the living water in your soul.
I would advise you to take a walk by a babbling brook. I don’t mean rush by it in your hurry to get somewhere else. No my sweet. Rest on its’ banks. Dip your fingers in the flow. Hear its’ melody deep in your soul. Stay a while. Stay a long while. Let God use the physical water to stir up the spiritual water inside you. He will make it bubble up –so much so that it has to overflow into the lives of others. Will you let Him? Will you listen for the sounds of the ultimate water feature? Will you…
So, what are you doing today?
Looking at the Christmas decorations in your house and wondering why you put up so many?
Thinking about when would be the best time to dismantle the Christmas tree?
Yes, Christmas Day is over. The build-up and anticipation of the day has passed. Family members may have already left. Even your left-overs may be gone.
I hope your leftovers are gone…
After such a festive event like Christmas, you may be left with a lingering question…
I absolutely love the month of December–at least the part that falls before December 26th. All the craziness and chaos only adds to the specialness of Christmas day. The searching for a gift and the racking of the brain for menu ideas are things I mostly enjoy (tell me this next December when I’m going crazy again!)
And then comes December 26th.
I experience the letdown after Christmas.
I find myself thinking…now what?
The gifts are unwrapped, the eating is done, the visits to and from my family are over, the anticipation has ended, the wonder of the season has passed…
Or has it??
My sweet, we are not supposed to feel this letdown. Christmas Day, while it is wondrous to celebrate, isn’t the only day we are to celebrate.
As Christ followers, we should be rejoicing every day over the magnificent gift of Christ. We should remember the awesome sacrifice He made to come to earth as a baby. We should respond to the incredible tugging at our hearts to worship Him constantly.
But we don’t do that, do we?
And because we don’t, we are left with the “now what??” thought.
My friend, my God has once again worked on my perspective. My “now-what” has been turned into a “continue on.” Christmas may be over, but my love and devotion to Christ hasn’t ended. I need to “keep on keeping on” for my Savior. I have many “gifts” to unwrap daily. I can shine “light” into any situation. I can do plenty of “decorating” within my sphere of influence.
You see, December 25th is only one day. We have our entire lives to bask in the glory and goodness of our Savior’s love. We can give that love to others through our actions and words. This “season of giving” should have no end with us–as we receive forgiveness and mercy from God, we should also pour those out on the people around us. I write that for you as well as for me, my dear.
So…now what??? Now we step on–committing our actions and words to Jesus, and doing everything in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him. Rejoice, my sweet. Much of the world believes that Christmas is over. But we know better.
The celebration hasn’t ended…
…oh no, my friend. It has only begun…
I’ll go ahead and admit it–I don’t do frustration well.
Not. At. All.
I’ve been in a situation for the last few years (yes, I said years) that has caused me mostly frustration.
I know what you’re thinking–I’ve thought it too. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.
I’ve tried. I’ve been semi-successful. I’ve been unsuccessful. I’ve prayed. I’ve fussed. I’ve walked away only to return.
And to be quite frank, I’m at the point where…I’m tired of drinking lemonade.
Not exactly the kind of uplifting writing you wanted to read today, is it?
Well, my sweet… Sometimes life isn’t uplifting. Sometimes life is messy. Sometimes life makes us want to stay in bed. Sometimes life kicks you in the gut. Sometimes life just isn’t at all the way you imagined it to be.
And sometimes…frustration wins.
It’s in those moments, those screaming-inside-your-head-because-it-isn’t-acceptable-to-scream-out-loud moments that you just need to do something. Something positive, something redirective in nature, something that will get your mind off that “moment.”
Yep, I don’t usually do that.
Nope, this “fixer” thinks that she can make things better. So she does…in her own mind anyway. She makes a suggestion that to her sounds perfectly reasonable. She offers a word of advice that will ease the tension. She puts her head down to keep from giving one of her famous looks-followed-by-an-eyeroll.
Yep, everything is much better…
Here’s the kicker, friends. Things aren’t better. Yes I may have an awesome idea, but if it isn’t the right time to offer said idea, no one will think it’s awesome. Yes I may put my head down to hide what I feel from showing up on my face (and believe me when I say, my face speaks louder than my words!!), but my face may still show it–just not in as easy of a view.
Yep, this fixer really doesn’t fix anything. All she really does is grow her frustration level…up and up and up and up.
Thankfully, God has worked tremendously in my life. I am no longer an exploder with frustration–which is good news for those around me.
Unfortunately, I do tend to fuss about things with those closest to me. I don’t take my frustration out on them–nope, I prefer to think of it as sharing it with them.
Yep…I’m just that kind of gal!
So what does God do with one so messed up as me?
He loves me!
In His love, He shows me things. He points me to things.
Take this verse from Psalm 88: “I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out, blinded by tears of pain and frustration” (v. 9) This, my friend, is a perfect description of me. I get soooooooo caught up in whatever is frustrating me that I find I can’t get out. I think about it constantly. I have imaginary conversations in my head with the source of my frustration (and I win those arguments, thank you very much). The frustration takes on a life of its own…and it’s then that I get in trouble.
For it is then, my sweet, that I need my Savior the most. But it is then, my sweet, that I can usually see nothing but blinding frustration, incomplete plans, awkward silences, explosive anger, unanswered questions, unbelievable reactions. My frustration whispers; I turn my head and I see all those things that just make my heart beat faster, my blood pressure rise quickly, my head to pound. In all that chaos, I have no way to see God.
Sometimes I have a love-hate relationship with my frustration. It’s easy to hold on to what bothers us–even if it causes pain.
The hard part is letting go. I thought God and I had put this behind me. God had used my very wise and very awesome husband to speak some truth into my life after a particularly trying time in Frustration City. We were making progress–of that I am certain… I had repented of the sin that was gaining a toe hold in my life…
And then…another event caused frustration to rear its head once again.
Our enemy wants nothing more than to keep us in that maze that our verse speaks about–if we are focused on the maze, our focus will not be on God. And that makes our enemy happy…
I don’t want to keep making him do a happy dance. I don’t want to continue to have headaches and heartaches over something…
I’m frustrated with being frustrated!!
I want out of the maze of frustration. I can’t walk around in circles anymore. If you find yourself in Frustration City also, let me offer you this verse: “Be cheerful. Keep things in good repair. Keep your spirits up. Think in harmony. Be agreeable. Do all that, and the God of love and peace will be with you for sure” (2 Corinthians 13:11-12).
Will this be easy? No, I’ve dwelled in this maze a long time. Is it truly necessary for me to get out of this mess? Absolutely, because nothing nothing NOTHING should stand between me and my God. Only Jesus can work in me to change me–and I am open to it. I want to live out this verse in 2 Corinthians; I don’t want to be a walking-talking billboard for the Psalm 88:9 anymore.
Because after all– these frustrations are temporary. I don’t want to live in Frustration City …
I’m packing up the truck…today, I move…
A very long hiatus has happened…I wish I could say it’s over…but at least I’m here today!
So I begin our time together using an interesting verse: Matthew 23:12
What a verse, right?
I use this verse, because, sadly, I have seen it lived out.
Friends, I do not consider myself a prideful person. If anything, I tend to downplay any ability I may have in certain areas. I don’t really like attention, and will do whatever is necessary to kind of fade into the background in most circumstances.
So when I have read over this verse in the past, I just thought about how sad it would be to find myself in such a position that the Lord of the earth would have to humble me.
I never thought it would actually happen.
But it did.
Enter teaching. I have fought the very fibers of my being for several years, telling myself that I did not belong in a classroom. Telling myself that the tug I felt toward school was just me missing friendships that I had there. Telling myself that I could find fulfillment in other arenas. Telling and telling and telling…
Until finally, on a hike high up in the Colorado mountains, I asked, “Should I go back to work full-time? Should I apply for this job that is open at my old school? Please Lord, I need Your guidance.” And this time, I truly heard what my heart had known all along. So I applied, got hired, and started the year in my normal fashion.
Coming into a new grade level has its own unique set of challenges. Add to that being absent from full-time teaching and all the full-time responsibilities, and you can imagine that those first few weeks were crazy.
Thankfully, God blessed me with two incredible teammates who kept this struggling chick afloat, answering questions and providing suggestions to make that time easier. And it was easier…in some ways.
You see, I wasn’t going about this working thing the way I should. I approached it from the “me” perspective–I can handle this, I can do whatever is necessary, I’m a veteran teacher–how hard can this be? I was all about what I could do, how I could do. Me, me, me…
Until…one day I was sitting at home thinking about all the millions of things I still had to do at work. No matter what I did, I just couldn’t get a handle on how to make things happen efficiently. I felt like I was falling further and further behind despite my best efforts. Frustration, sadness, feelings of failure, second-guessing my decision to go back to work, doubt of my ability…it was then that I heard my God. In the sweetest yet firmest of voices, He spoke to the depths of my soul–“That’s the problem…you’re relying on yourself.”
Of course I’m relying on myself. I have been given the gift of teaching, that I have been told by numerous people on numerous occasions. I’m working within my gifting, I’m doing what I’m supposed to, I’m in the job because You arranged it… Yep, I am relying on myself (I sarcastically thought).
My friend, I will always remember what happened next as one of my defining moments. Again, in the voice my soul recognizes, my Savior spoke: You cannot do it without Me.
It was as if my eyes had been opened for the first time. The realization that came with that simple yet sooooo profound sentence nearly took my breath away. I had been doing all of it within my own strength; never looking to my Provider, never seeking my Defender, never turning to my Creator. Nope, I had it all under control. No need to bother God–so I thought.
All the confidence I had in my ability had taken my eyes off of the One Who gave me the ability in the first place. I was so sure that I could do whatever was needed…and because of that, I made my life difficult. My stress, my doubt, my insecurity…all because of myself…
When I finally let the full weight of my personal inability fall on me… when I finally heard what my Lord had been trying to tell me… when I finally not only recognized but also acknowledged my need for Him… the weight of my current situation fell inexplicably and completely off my shoulders. I felt free…I truly can’t explain it… totally free. Unencumbered, relaxed, and…humbled.
I had allowed my pride to block my view of God. I had put all my faith in me. I had a serious dose of pride–thinking I was all that, and not needing any help from my Savior. No wonder I felt like I was being crushed. Pride had weaved its nasty vine in my life–without me knowing it. Thankfully, that’s not the end of the story.
I emerged on the other side of this life-defining moment a new woman: I had come face-to-face with my pride, and had experienced the disgrace of having to admit my sin and shortcomings to my Lord. But I also experienced the grace and forgiveness of an ever-present God Who only wants me to draw closer to Him. Through it all, I gained a wisdom and a sense of purpose that I would never have known had I not walked this path. Proverbs 11:2 said it best: “When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.” I am also a living testimony of this verse–my God didn’t leave me as the person described in Matthew 23:12–He moved me to a whole new level in our relationship.
From that moment on, I have prayed each day, “God, this day is a gift. I thank You for it, but I’m turning it around and giving it right back to You. I know, without any reservations, that I cannot do this day without You. I truly can do nothing alone. I cannot teach these children, love these children, lead these children without You. Take this day and use me to do what You need.”
Humbled, yes. But so much more than that. Free, relaxed, appreciative, dependent–no longer do I do my day on my own. My humbled spirit bows to the Creator of me, trusting in His plan for me. God made me a teacher; and I can only be how and who He created me to be when I lay each day, and myself, at His feet.
I choose every day to live humbled….wiser… and victoriously!
It’s the season of reunions.
Family reunions, class reunions…the pictures and invitations are all over social media.
I graduated in a class of 44 people–yes, you read that right.
Out of that 44, some are no longer with us. Some have moved away. Some are in less-than-ideal life situations.
And some just don’t really care about getting together with the people with whom they went to school (most of us were in school together from kindergarten to 12th grade–yep, we literally grew up together).
You see, sometimes it isn’t easy to look back, to reminisce.
Some of us don’t have those wonderful high school memories.
I’m one of those people. I had friends, but I lived my life in such a haze of lies and the pursuit of popularity–well, I’m not sure what kind of friend I actually was. Don’t get me wrong; I did have some fun. I did do some stupid high school stuff. But, on this side of high school, I can’t really say that those years were “the best years of my life.”
Can anyone relate????
So for me, when I think of my high school years, I prefer to remember only parts of them. That first kiss from the guy I thought I would love forever (and didn’t, thankfully). That football game when I wore a cheerleader’s uniform for the first time. The laughter I shared with friends I thought would always be there for me.
Looking back is good…sometimes…
When I think of looking back, the Bible story of Lot’s wife always comes to mind. Remember the story in Genesis 18-19? The cities of Sodom and Gomorrah had become so wicked the Lord was going to destroy them. Abraham pleaded for the cities, and the Lord said that if there were 10 righteous people there, He would not destroy the cities (Genesis 18:32-33). That many were not found, so the Lord sent angels to warn Lot and his family to flee the city. Lot tried to get his future sons-in-law to leave, but they laughed at the old man (Genesis 19:14). Lot hesitated, and the angels grabbed Lot’s hands and forced him and his family to leave. The angels told them, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain!” (v. 17). That sounded pretty straightforward to me! As they were running, Lot’s wife couldn’t stand it. She had to look back–and when she did, she became a pillar of salt (v. 26).
Looking back isn’t always good…
I don’t know why she looked back. I don’t know why she couldn’t be happy with moving ahead. I don’t know why she wanted one last look at the life she was leaving behind.
No wait. I do know.
Sometimes we like to look back and think of times in the past as if those times in the past could be times in our future (did you follow that?). You know–the relationship that didn’t work out suddenly seems like the best one for us. The job we left because we were miserable suddenly seems like the ideal workplace. The one place we promised we’d never return suddenly seems like the most incredible place to be. The situation we really didn’t want to leave, but had to leave, suddenly seems like the only right thing to do.
Just like Lot’s wife, we have to look back.
My friend, I am here to tell you right now, in all love and sincerity, don’t look back! Those “trips down memory lane” are nice, as long as you don’t dwell there. God moved you out of a relationship, out of a job, out of a place, out of a situation, for a reason. Don’t look back and dream of a life that won’t be–or try to make that life happen by re-living old times. While you won’t be turned into a pillar of salt like Lot’s wife, the repercussions could be just as harmful.
Start looking ahead, my sweet. We can’t re-live the past–no matter how much we would like to change it, it’s already written. Stop dreaming of what could-have-been and start dreaming of what-might-be. Ask God for wisdom in your daily choices, and start looking forward with anxious anticipation. Stop putting God in your box and let Him rule in your life. When you live with abandon, with full confidence in what God will do, all the things in the past will fade into the background of your life. Those situations will become only colors in your tapestry–not dictators of your present thoughts, but rather memories that pop up every once in a while.
Let me leave you with the words of the Apostle Paul in Romans 8:
Let your joyful anticipation of the future dominate your thoughts.
Don’t look back–you don’t live there anymore!
They are truly amazing creatures. Though so, so, tiny, they can seriously move across the air–when it’s mating season, they can fly up to sixty miles an hour! “Normal” flight speeds are around thirty miles an hour, though. There are seventeen species of hummingbirds (did you know that?). Like I said, amazing!
Hummingbirds love bright colors. That’s why most hummingbird feeders are red. Sometimes that attraction to bright colors gets them in trouble–locked in a garage, falling out of a nest too soon, slamming into windows. Yep, they are speedy, but can be a bit overly focused as well.
I have a summer decoration hanging on my front door. It has brightly colored flowers on it–cute I must say! Anyway, I saw a hummingbird try to find nectar out of my fake flowers! Oh, and while I’m outside writing this, another hummingbird tried to put the moves on my decoration!
Why do these crazy speedy creatures look for nectar in all the wrong places?
Singular focus, my friend. If it looks like a flower, it must be a flower–in a hummingbird’s mind, that is. While his focus may be narrow, his brain is impressive–4.2% of his body weight is brain, the largest proportion in the bird kingdom. He is very smart; he can remember every flower he’s been to, and how long it will take that flower to refill in nectar (Thanks to World of Hummingbirds for all that info!).
So, even though my fake flowers are devoid of nectar, something keeps bringing those zippy flyers to my door.
Those flowers look like the real thing, but upon closer inspection, they prove not to have what the hummingbirds desire.
We humans are a lot like hummingbirds. We can become singularly focused, to the detriment of all around us. We can zip ,zip, zip through our days–and be worn out and without anything to show for it. Though we are smart cookies, we can be deceived by things that look good, sound good, smell good.
We are often taken in by things that look like the “real thing,” but later turn out to not have what we need.
The apostle Paul knew all about that. Listen to what he said in 2 Corinthians 11: 14–“…Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.” Friend, our enemy knows our weaknesses. If he can’t convince us in one way to do something contrary to the will of God, he will just find another way. He will present options to us that look good, sound good–but aren’t good in the long run.
We are never immune to his assaults.
But, we don’t have to live in constant fear of being defeated by our enemy. No, my sweet. I challenge you to be more like a hummingbird. Take the time to remember where you’ve been–think about how satan has convinced you before. Put to memory any tactic he may have used to persuade you; remember, his goal is to make you less like Jesus. In order to do that, he must make his options appear good, appear ‘bathed in light’ if you will. Use that time of remembrance not to beat yourself up, for we all fall victim to satan’s ploys at times. Instead, use the memories as ways to build up your attack. Store those in your memory bank. Don’t go back and visit the same “fake flower” over and over–start looking for the real thing. For it is when we recognize satan’s tactics, and acknowledge that he has tricked us before, that we begin to have real victory over our enemy.
Stop visiting something that looks good, sounds good, but isn’t good. Take your mind off it. Step away from it. Don’t go back to it.
Instead, focus on our Savior, the One True God. He will more than sufficiently supply you with the much-needed “nectar” to get you through the day.
“…let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles (all the ways that we’ve been tricked by satan in the past). And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, fixing our eyes on Jesus (focusing on the real nectar), the Pioneer and Perfecter of faith.” (Hebrews 12: 1b-2a).
(Just a final picture of these amazing creatures–because I can!)
Oh yes, how I do enjoy thorns. Especially the ones that grab hold of your fingers even when you haven’t touched them–it’s as if they have their own minds.
I live in the country. In front of my house is a nicely unkempt area or two that my husband refers to as “animal habitat.”
It’s a grown-up space with weeds, mystery trees, grasses, and…wild blackberries. Animal habitat.
Anyway, I have an abundance of wild blackberries bushes in my yard. They offer food for the many birds, rabbits, deer, whatever animal that decides to bound through… But, they also offer food for the humans living on the property.
If…you can pick them.
Here’s where the thorns come in. They are tiny little things, and they shouldn’t be so painful.
I have foolishly tried to pick the luscious black fruit without gloves. I have cried.
I have tried picking the yummy berries with gloves. I have fussed.
Why can’t these bushes be less thorny? In truth, the whole bush is one big thorn!
I’m no biologist or plant expert, but I think the bush is trying to protect the fruit. The seeds that will enable more thorny little bushes to grow are in that hard-to-get berry. Mr. Plant doesn’t want anyone or anything to prohibit the growth of more bushes.
You’re welcome for the science lesson (or science guessing, as the case may be).
But…the reward for going through those thorns…is worth it. The fruit is sweet, and burst in your mouth like a tiny piece of nutritional goodness. I don’t, however, get many of those fruits–because of the thorns.
Think of life. We all have “thorns” that inhibit us in some way. Maybe you have a co-worker that never sees the positive. Perhaps a family member is constantly “nudging” you to do something. It may even be that you have a physical “thorn” that prohibits you from doing something you once enjoyed.
Paul, the apostle who wrote 2 Corinthians, knew about thorns. “Therefore, in order to keep me (Paul) from becoming conceited, I was given a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me” (2 Corinthians 12:7). There was something that Paul wanted to do, but this “thorn” kept him from doing it. Did he just sit around and wait for the thorn to disappear? Nope, he continued on his God-given journey to spread the fame of Jesus to the Gentiles.
His reward for going through the thorns was worth the price.
Perhaps you are going through a thorny time. Maybe you are so scratched up, so beaten up, so bloody from the events of your life that you want to give up and let those thorns win.
Oh my sweet. Keep fighting through the thorns.
Hold in your hand the “the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God” (Ephesians 6:17). Rely upon the Creator of the universe to get you through the thorns. Fight, be active, keep going. The thorns are hard; they hurt again and again. Your body and spirit may want to stop fighting–but you have to battle on. In your life, in your soul, all around you, is the One Who loves you more than anything, is the One Who fights your battles, is the One Who will give you victory over those thorns.
Your reward for going through those thorns will be worth the price.
I have just come inside from ANOTHER long, tiring morning of…weeding.
I’m going to make a confession–I hate weeding.
No, not hate. Despise, abhor, loathe, detest, disdain..yes, a thesaurus is still a useful tool!
Because I soooo detest this task, I put it off. And put it off. And put it off.
Yes, I know I should do it more often. Yes I know putting landscape fabric down would minimize weeds. Yes I know more mulch would prohibit weed growth. Yes I know there is such a thing as a weed killer spray. Yes, I know.
But I don’t do it.
As I was sooo enjoying weeding this morning (sarcasm, my sweet), I was also spending awesome time with my Lord (no sarcasm!). I thought this task might make a great topic for writing, but how would I tie in weeding to the Bible? My God didn’t let me wonder that long. Check out these verses He gave:
“Do everything without grumbling or arguing…” Philippians 2:14
How could this be the same house? Only hours before, it was filled with laughter and conversations.
We work and fuss and cry and fuss and clean and fuss and nurture and fuss and discipline and fuss and sigh and fuss and …
What do we get in return? There are days when the only “get” we receive is to go to bed exhausted. Vowing to never do the things we did that day again. Wondering how we will ever survive this stage of childhood. Imagining the day when we won’t have to do these things. Wishing our children were older.
Then, in the blink of an eye, they are. With their own lives. With their own apartments. With their own food choices. With their own laundry (and they do it!). With their own bills to pay (and they pay them!). With their own careers (or in preparation for them).
It’s at that point where motherhood is supposed to get easier, right? This is the moment we dreamed of when we were knee-deep in: tantrums, toys, puke, poop, read-this-book-one-more-time, ball practice, ball games, sibling arguments, missed curfews, having “the talk”, driving lessons, fender-benders, first dates, second dates, vacations that didn’t seem like a vacation… This is a great place to be… isn’t it???
I can honestly say that having grown children is a crazy place–but it’s an awesome place. I just had my two boys home with me–and the joy in my heart was nearly uncontainable. I cooked large meals (and most of it was eaten!). I cleaned lots of dishes. I listened to witty conversations. I enjoyed the playful verbal teasing. I picked up cups. I picked up coats. I cleaned up messes.
And…all of it was absolutely wonderful! No grudgingly picking up for the millionth time. No exasperated sighs as I gave instructions for the billionth time. No, those days are past. I don’t look at the things I do through the eyes of a weary, sleep-deprived, teetering-on-the-edge-of-insanity mom. No, now I am a mom who “gets” to do the types of things that once drove me nuts for my kids. Being on this side of parenting is tough because I don’t see them every day. But when I do, I realize the blessing. With adult kids come adult responsibilities and sometimes they just can’t make it home. But this weekend, they did. My kids chose to come here and spend time with me (and their dad of course). And all was right with the world.
So for those of you still knee-deep in daily parenting, take heart. One day you will not be doing the things you are today. One day they will go to the bathroom by themselves. One day they will pick up their own toys. One day the kids will move away. One day your house will be quiet. One day your floors will be clean.
And you will be waiting anxiously for the day when messes once again cover your home and laughter fills your hallways.
Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward. Psalm 127:3
Here are a few pictures of our boys–with our goats, on vacay, and recently as grown kids with their dad and me. Every moment is precious, my friend. Enjoy them all!