Fighting it every inch of the way

I am not loving to age, I am fighting it every inch of the way, but aging happens to us all, and what is the alternative? Death! When we are young we take so many things for granted, such as running up the stairs and back down again, dropping to the floor to sit cross legged, be able to read the fine print in your Bible laying on the floor in front of you and then standing up without having to hold on to the back of a chair, eating Pizza and drinking coffee right before bedtime. So many things, of course I don’t know any of this personally, I have read about it in books! I watch older people struggle in and out of cars, going up stairs, driving, impatient drivers honking for them to go faster. John 21:18 Jesus speaking “Most assuredly, I say to you, when you were younger, you clothed yourself and walked where you wished; but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will dress you and carry you where you do not wish.” Recently watching some young ice skaters take the ice and do wonderful, amazing feats of strength and endurance so beautifully, the cameras went to some of the older skaters and coaches that have coached them. There was one coach that had missed the birth of his own son because he was teaching someone else’s child to “become a work of art”. I guess the torch passes but it is no fun to watch the old guard slip into the mist and be gone. In a spiritual sense there are some Samson’s out there trying to muster up a little power, which has eluded them because their lives have not lived up to the message they have preached, and then there are others who have lived the life, but have just gotten old and no one really wants to hear them anymore.

The Apostle Paul’s final message to his student, Timothy, is one I want you to read and take to heart for yourself. 2Timothy 4:1-8 I can’t impress this on you too strongly. God is looking over your shoulder. Christ himself is the Judge, with the final say on everyone, living and dead. He is about to break into the open with his rule, so proclaim the Message with intensity; keep on your watch. Challenge, warn, and urge your people. Don’t ever quit. Just keep it simple. You’re going to find that there will be times when people will have no stomach for solid teaching, but will fill up on spiritual junk food—catchy opinions that tickle their fancy. They’ll turn their backs on truth and chase mirages. But you—keep your eye on what you’re doing; accept the hard times along with the good; keep the Message alive; do a thorough job as God’s servant. You take over. I’m about to die, my life an offering on God’s altar. This is the only race worth running. I’ve run hard right to the finish, believed all the way. All that’s left now is the shouting—God’s applause! Depend on it; he’s an honest judge. He’ll do right not only by me, but by everyone eager for his coming.

Our time may be short so learn, give, and teach so that when it is time for you to pass your own torch you can do it with the confidence that your life will go on through them!

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Yesterday came suddenly

Saturday is the day I get the bulk of my groceries and cook and put together things that can be done ahead of time for the Sunday lunch with my family. In years past there was never less than twenty-two to twenty-five people here for Sunday lunch every week but now that number has whittled down to around fifteen. When I opened the refrigerator door to put away things I realized that my fridge was stacked with all the leftovers of the week and needed to be cleaned out. It happens every week and I find some interesting things my family has kept for one reason or another. Included in the treasures there are half empty plastic Starbucks cups, pieces of some kind of dessert in a Styrofoam box, and today I found half a baked potato that I’m sure someone intended to come back and get but forgot all about it. As I cleaned it all out so I could start all over again, I smiled. It makes me happy that my “kids” are around to leave bits of food, or a stray shoe where it doesn’t belong, unfolded clothes in the laundry room and the list goes on and on. I have realized something that my mother never caught hold of, most women of her generation never did either and to me that is just sad.

This house seldom gets quiet enough to think! Usually there are drums pounding out new beats, dogs barking, televisions blaring, computers on, people looking for those misplaced clothes I was talking about earlier so that when there is a sudden quietness, it is so loud you have to sit up and notice! That happened to me this evening, whew! For a moment you can almost hear the noise or you’re waiting for a door to be slammed, when it doesn’t happen you take a long breath and say “Thanks!”

We kind of roll along, life happens, we are in school wanting to be out, we are single wanting to be married, we are married wanting to be single, we want babies, want them to get old enough to feed themselves, old enough to go to school, you go to all the ball games, take pictures of Prom dates, want them to old enough to be trusted behind the wheel of the car alone. What is the latest fad in Christmas toys, is it Transformers? Batman or Superman suits? Best friends, heart breaks, car wrecks, and then, suddenly, one is married with two children of her own; the other is a man, “full growed”, married with his own Chiropractic Clinic, a Doctor! Wow, what a ride!

I used to tell my children that life is like a Ferris Wheel at the Fair. There are people getting on and off all the time. While it is stopped letting some people off and others on, there are other people way up at the top just swinging and looking around, same swinging on the sides and all around except at that one point of entry/exit. While there are babies being born there are people dying. People that are young just waiting for their chance to conquer life, middle aged people who are working and raising children, and then the group that have retired and don’t find much to do that will make their day interesting…just waiting to get off the ride. We all get on and then comes the time to exit. Find someone that needs a little encouragement and a way to brighten their day. Remember that one day, if the Lord has not yet appeared with His angels in the sky, that we are all going to be in that same place, how do you want to be treated? Jesus said, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Luke 6:31 God gave His Son for us, He gives us angels to watch over us, and in return we give him wavering faith and partial service. Let us remember how much He has done for us when we were all still in sin or babies in the faith and render praise and worship to Him daily!

Whatever stage of life you are in, take time to enjoy the ride, before long you will look around and say, “yesterday came suddenly“, and yes it did!

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Click your heels Dorothy

Driving to my biannual dental cleaning this morning I was listening to the beautiful harmonies of the Voices of Lee. “It is well” played, I love that one and started it over twice, the Lord’s Prayer was next and I prayed it as they sang, then a song came on that sent my mind into a little bit of a tailspin of remembrance. “Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling, calling for you and for me…” I already knew what the message of the song is, “Come home, come home, ye who are weary come home. Earnestly tenderly Jesus is calling, calling oh sinner come home.” As they sang my mind left the present and I was in the living room, bedroom, any place my mother was in the last year of her life and she was saying, “I want to go home. Why won’t you take me home? Mama and daddy are looking for me and they don’t know where I am. Please take me home. Is someone coming to get me to take me home?” My heart would feel broken, as at first I would try to explain to her that she was at her home. Later on I realized the best way to deal with it was to just say, “I will take you in the morning soon as the sun is shining outside, we don’t want to travel in the dark.” Or “I have called them and they will be here in a little while.” She was remembering a time and place that no longer existed, there is a word for that, it is “hiraeth”, a Welsh word which means: a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was, the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.

There are many songs written about going home, missing home, “Oh I wanna go home” and on and on, so what’s that about anyway? Were we all such happy children that we want to relive our youth and childhood? Are we tired of “adulting” and want to revert to a time we were being taken care of? And when an older person talks about wanting to go home I think they are talking about dying and going to their heavenly home. My dad used to tell me that there were more “over there” than there was here, he felt like he and my mother were alone as far as their peers were concerned. I would tell him that he was here for me because I needed him, he would smile and nod, but the far-away look in his eye never went away once he decided he really was ready to go.

Some of us have had good lives but others have had misery and unhappiness and death seems to be a better solution than trying to make it one more day. Christians sing, “Some glad morning when this life is o’er I’ll fly away”, or “Take me home, take me home, never more to roam”, another good one is, “I see the lights of that city so bright, my home sweet home.” Isaiah 25:8 offers us the hope of a happier time to come, “Yes, he’ll banish death forever. And God will wipe the tears from every face. He’ll remove every sign of disgrace from his people, wherever they are. Yes! God says so!”

We all have times of feeling depressed, or nostalgic and wishing for a time when things were more simple and happier but realistically we have to live our life day by day. I’m thinking that, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, we are all really saying, “There’s no place like home…”


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Do you have an Impossible Dream?

I published this particular blog almost exactly a year ago, it has been on my mind all day today, I have a lot of impossible dreams, do you? Because I am a Dreamer of the Impossible and believe it can happen!

To Dream…the Impossible Dream… what does that mean to you? What seems out of reach in your life? In the play for which this song was written, The Man of La Mancha, Don Quixote explains his quest and the reasons behind it. He saw windmills and believed they were dragons, which he fought believing that he was doing a noble deed.

To fight…the unbeatable foe... Sometimes I feel like I am fighting against the wind and it feels as if nothing is being accomplished then suddenly things begin to fall in place and I know that because I am striving to do the right and noble thing in all I do that even though people might deem me crazy, as they did Quixote, I will be proud of myself. You cannot ask for more than that can you?

To bear…with unbearable sorrow…When a mother gives birth it is with agonizing birth pains. You are told to push and from personal experience it feels as if the pain is tearing your insides apart, but the result is the tiny baby to whom you give your heart and are able to hold in your arms. Giving up a relationship that you know isn’t right, walking away from friends that you know are leading you down a garden path that leads straight into hell and causes you a world of trouble isn’t as easy as it should be, to walk away without looking back is painful but the peace you feel in your heart, mind and soul is well worth the pain as the baby is to the mom.

To run…where the brave dare not go…I remember my “Pop” saying that my dad, “the Champ”, would go places on his motorcycle that he wouldn’t even dare to go! Sometimes it is with fear and trepidation that we go into a situation knowing what needs to be done but being fearful to be the one that speaks up!

To right…the unrightable wrong…When I read that line I think of someone who is trying to clean up a mess they have caused by opening their big mouth when they should have kept it shut! I did something yesterday that I almost regretted very much. I was trying to bring a group of people together by sending one message to them all asking for peace and goodwill, not thinking that anyone would actually respond, just read and think. One of them wrote and made some statements that could have incensed some of the group to wrath! I wanted to break my own fingers for thinking I had done a good thing! It’s better to think long and hard before you open mouth and insert foot!

To love…pure and chaste from afar…This is a very hard one to put into practice. People say the heart wants what it wants, but I say when it wants something that is going to cause someone else pain then it is very wrong, just walk away. There is nothing wrong with you feeling love it is putting it into action inappropriately that is wrong.

To try…when your arms are too weary...I think we can all identify with just being bone tired and sometimes I feel I have given everything inside of me to help a situation and then I am asked to do one more thing, so I am learning to say “my arms are too weary to tote that load today”. You have to know when you have gone the stretch to try as hard as you can and then give it up to God.

To reach…the unreachable star…That is the hope for everyone listening to the ramblings of this old girl. That star for me is named Hope, the hope that I can live in such a way as to make myself proud that I actually attained the Impossible Dream.

Reading the first line to each paragraph gives you the words to the most familiar verse of that beautiful song. Be inspired to get your dream out, dust it off and start all over again to dream the impossible dream!

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Trust me you idiot!

Tonight I was talking to my son and asked him if he had an idea for the blog tonight, since we had been discussing faith and miracles we had seen he immediately said, “Yes I do, write, “Trust me you idiot“! OK that sounds a little brash but knowing his mother I guess he thought I could come up with something, I did.

When we read God’s promises and try to claim them, or we feel God has spoken into our life either by a prophetic word or something we feel in our own spirit our first reaction is usually, “Is this really for me?” In prayer this week I was talking to God about something that I need wisdom on and I said, “God you opened the Red Sea for the Children of Israel when they were faced with the army of Pharaoh thundering down on them from behind and the mighty waters before. I need for you to open up the waters for me so I can escape the problems that are coming to me from behind. You did it for them and now I know you will do it for me.” Then I remembered the scripture, 1 John 5:15 “And if we know that He hears us, whatever we ask, we know that we have the petitions that we have asked of Him.” That gave me comfort because I know that God hears my prayers, He has given me direct answers too many times for me to doubt it. Sometimes the answer comes circuitously, or may not arrive when I thought it should but it always comes.

I’m wondering, when we doubt God and whine and complain because we don’t have every little thing we ask for right away, if God wouldn’t like to take us by the shoulders and shake some sense into us by saying, “Trust me you idiot!”

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Listening for Voices?

I have been doing a little web browsing looking for the lyrics to a song that has been going through my head all day, well for a few days now. It would have to be old, I remember hearing it when I was a little girl when daddy and mother played their 45’s on the record player. My research yielded zero facts. The song started with a soulful voice singing, “Voices, voices, voices from long, long ago”…

I looked at a picture that my Uncle’s wife’s daughter posted of him with a little dog sitting up on his shoulder. He is the last remaining sibling of my dad and he is ninety-one. As an aside I thought of how my disapproving my grandfather would have been to see that little dog sitting up on his son’s shoulder. He was from a time and place that thought dogs should stay in the yard and then only if they were useful in some way, such a guarding your house and yard. But there my uncle sat proudly with the little fur-baby sitting on his neck. But I digress, when I saw his face my heart squeezed with the need to see my dad, seeing his eyes in my uncle’s face looking out at me, and my son said, “Mom next time you call him I want to talk with him”. I have learned to not ignore those feelings I get when something is imperative and this felt like one of those times. An example of those feelings being right was this morning when having taken my van to get new tires I suddenly couldn’t wait one more minute to go have the oil changed. It was not convenient timing and for a second thought about putting it off but that inner voice urged me on. When the young man pulled the dipstick out I could see him look at it and then brought it around to my window to show me that before they drained it the dipstick was completely dry! DRY? I was stunned. He told me there was no damage as yet but one more day driving like that could have ruined my engine. That is something I have never let happen before and I was actually embarrassed for anyone to know how negligent I had been, now here I am telling you, but the point is that I listened to that inner voice that told me to do it, so again I digress, I called my uncle and told him that his great-nephew would love to talk with him. My son had a wonderful chat with him and put him on the speaker so I could listen in. I enjoyed the conversation and hearing him laugh, it sounded so much like my dad.

Adam and Eve were given a beautiful garden in which to live and had complete control over everything in the place and in the evenings they listened for the voice of their Creator to call their names and have a little talk with Him. If they hadn’t messed up perhaps we would still be able to take evening walks with Him discussing the days events.

Moses heard a voice coming from the burning bush in the desert and got instructions to go back to Egypt and lead his people out of slavery to the Pharaoh and then on to the Promised Land. Again Moses heard the voice of God when he went up on the mountain to receive the Ten Commandments written by the very finger of God.

The word voice is used 469 times in the Bible and many of those times it concerned the voice of the Lord God, so to try and give you examples of all of them would be way too lengthy, so I will get to the point (I hope).

There are voices that maybe I don’t hear that often but that are instantly recognized when you hear them on the phone, even ones from three-thousand miles away, voices that are dear and give you a warm feeling to hear, voices bringing good news, voices of instruction and then there are the voices of admonishment, correction, bringing sad news, voices that have long since ceased to be that you would so dearly love to hear, all the above and more, but the most important thing you can ever do is to get in a quiet place and listen for the “still, small voice” that the Prophet Elijah heard. So many times we think that unless we hear thunder or feel an earthquake God is not moving, but I am here to tell you that He comes to us sometimes in the still of the night, in a dream or in a simple act of kindness from someone from whom you didn’t expect.

Now hopefully I can kill this earworm singing Voices, and replace it with something else

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and say, Well Done!

OK so I am feeling a little sorry for myself today, I wish I had some chocolate or a Pralines and Cream ice cream cone from Baskin Robbins, they do say that confession is good for the soul, right? Valentine’s Day has passed and now we head toward the season of Lent and the celebration of the death, burial and resurrection of Jesus! I would love to hear the beautiful and powerful song Bill Gaither penned: I’ve just seen Jesus, I tell you He’s alive, 
I’ve just seen Jesus, our precious Lord alive, 
And I knew He really saw me too, 
As if till now I’d never lived, All that I’d done before won’t matter anymore, I’ve just seen Jesus and I’ll never be the same again. I can listen to that song as Sandi Patti and Larnelle Harris sing and with my eyes closed I can see the scene playing out as they describe going to the tomb of Jesus to see that He had indeed risen from the dead and was actually alive!

A few days before my dad finally made his trip to heaven he was very low and I thought he would be gone in a few moments, I played that song on my IPhone and held it up to his ear. Hi eyes were closed but as he listened and it got to that moment where they sing, “I’ve just seen Jesus”, he broke into out loud tears and said, and “Yes Lord I can see you”. From that moment on that Thursday afternoon he perked up and asked for something to eat after I had been urging him all day long to eat with no success. 
It wasn’t by chance that I played that particular song as I had often played it for him as we were out for a ride. In my mind’s eye I can still see the way he reacted to it as he listened, I would glance at him in my rear view mirror. His wheel chair was secured right behind the driver’s seat and I would look at him when ever we stopped at a light or it was safe because I knew that one day I would look into that mirror and would no longer see him except in my vivid memory and imagination. Anytime that song would play it got the same reaction so I knew his spirit was tuned into that song and hearing the name of Jesus, yes he was seeing a vision of his own self standing in front of the Man whom he had served since he was just a young man and he was stirred.

More than once I heard him tell of a time that he was very discouraged. He and my mother were traveling evangelists and having a tough time paying their bills plus feeding and caring for an infant. The reason he was discouraged he never related to any audience he where he spoke but I heard him talk about it with my mother enough times to know it well and now I am going to tell you. Daddy was a dedicated minister and what you saw was what you got. At that time there was another evangelist that was making all the rounds of the churches saying that he had been “injured” in the war and was crippled. He would hobble up to the pulpit and tell his sad story as he cried and the congregation would open their heart and their purses to help this injured veteran to make it one more week. My dad had felt sorry for him also and didn’t resent the fact that this young preacher was getting invited to churches to have revivals on his pitiful story alone, that is until he was driving along one day and saw this same preacher changing a tire on the side of the road, kneeling on his “stiff” leg, the inured one, the one that wouldn’t bend because his knee had been blown out by a bullet from enemy fire and he was waiting for his Purple Heart to be awarded to him. Daddy never let the man know that he had seen him and never gave him up as a fake because he didn’t want honest people to feel duped by a charlatan who was out to make a dollar from their soft heart. That was the incident that brought him to his knees in my granddaddy’s office in the Tremont Avenue Church of God. Kneeling there at a leather chair, which was placed at an angle to the wall leaving a space between the back of the chair and the wall in the corner. My dad spoke to the Lord in his distress telling Him that he was quitting the ministry, asking why it was that this fake prophet was doing well and was a respected preacher while he was struggling to make ends meet. He said that he looked up and saw Jesus standing there with His arms extended to him and He began to speak saying, “My son I am coming soon and when I come my reward is with me.” Daddy wondered at the fact that his complaint was not addressed at all, just the encouragement that the Lord would come and his reward would be with Him!

Are you discouraged? Do you feel like you have been passed over for a promotion when you have worked hard? Do you feel as if your prayers are hitting brass ceilings and bouncing back onto your head?  Maybe you need to have a little one-on-one with the Lord and be assured that He knows all about you.

Psalms 139:1-6 “God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. 
I’m an open book to you; 
 even from a distance, you know what I’m thinking. 
You know when I leave and when I get back; 
I’m never out of your sight. 
You know everything I’m going to say
 before I start the first sentence. 
I look behind me and you’re there, 
 then up ahead and you’re there, too—your reassuring presence, coming and going. 
This is too much, too wonderful—I can’t take it all in!”

I’ll end by quoting the words from another old hymn, “If when you’ve tried and failed in you’re trying, 
hands sore and scarred from the work you’ve begun 
Take up your cross and come quickly to Jesus, He’ll understand and say well done.”

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Do we really need Trials?

We all have trials of our faith! But are they good for us?

Let’s think about a young shepherd boy, David. What happened before he became the King “after God’s own heart”? He faced things that “tried” him so he was ready for the fight when he heard Goliath challenge Saul’s army and he volunteered!

1 Samuel 17:33-37 Saul answered David, “You can’t go and fight this Philistine. You’re too young and inexperienced—and he’s been at this fighting business since before you were born.” David said, “I’ve been a shepherd, tending sheep for my father. Whenever a lion or bear came and took a lamb from the flock, I’d go after it, knock it down, and rescue the lamb. If it turned on me, I’d grab it by the throat, wring its neck, and kill it. Lion or bear, it made no difference—I killed it. And I’ll do the same to this Philistine pig that is taunting the troops of God-Alive. God, who delivered me from the teeth of the lion and the claws of the bear, will deliver me from this Philistine.”

David had already experienced fighting the wild animals and won, he was ready! The giant was in full armor with an armor-bearing servant running in front of him. David chose to go without armor and his only weapon was his slingshot! He went down to the waters edge and chose five smooth stones; I’m not sure why he chose five when I feel he knew he would only need one!

How did the stone that he chose get to where he found it? Was it always a smooth stone? I daresay that at one time it was a part of a large boulder that had rolled off the mountain, pieces that broke off from it landing in the rushing water pushing it against other stones and the ground and sand, until it was polished by it’s rough treatment. It was ready to do a job, to fit snugly in the pouch of David’s slingshot and no doubt be guided by the hand of an angel into the one unguarded spot on the giant’s whole body, one little place on his forehead! He was hit and fell forward on his face! David took the giant’s own sword and cut his head from his body and took it to the King!

Your trials only make you strong enough to face your giant, the preparation David got from fighting the bear and the lion gave him the courage he needed to face his giant. Have you got a giant in your life that you are trying to conquer?

God doesn’t try you to find out who you are, He already knows, He is allowing you to find out for yourself just who you are and what you can do, through Him!

Don’t be afraid to have your rough edges smoothed out, you may be picked up, to serve!


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Saying Peace out man!

I was going to write on Anger vs. Peace tonight because of a comment from a reader about her own anger, but as I wrote and compared anger with peace, peace began to win out, I thought about how, for me at least, the place I most long to be is in a quiet place of rest where I can find peace. Sometimes it seems like everything is happening at once and you have no control over any of it! When I am most busy trying to get all my chores done is when a flood breaks loose with everything happening at once! The grandkids need something, the dog barks, the phone rings, someone falls and gets hurt, and it seems like I am going around and around right down the toilet!

There is only one place to go for a sense of peace and that is to God to find that special secret place of the Most High (Psalm 91:1) and to rest there for a moment! The only place I can really be alone is to go into the bathroom, close the door against everything and kneel at the “altar”. I do admit that lately I am more likely to “sit” on the altar, as these knees are not what they once were, especially after the hard fall on both of them last night!

An old hymn says: “There is a place of quiet rest, near to the heart of God, a place where sin cannot molest, near to the heart of God.”  I can hear it in my mind’s “ear” and it is soothing to my weary soul right now! I have put one of my favorite Psalms here in the Message translation, it is such a beautiful prayer, read it and pray it for yourself, it will give you peace and hope for a brighter, calmer tomorrow, I promise!

Psalm 27 Light, space, zest— that’s God! So, with him on my side I’m fearless, afraid of no one and nothing. When vandal hordes ride down ready to eat me alive, those bullies and toughs fall flat on their faces. When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool. 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. Listen, God, I’m calling at the top of my lungs: “Be good to me! Answer me!” When my heart whispered, “Seek God,” my whole being replied, “I’m seeking him!” Don’t hide from me now!  You’ve always been right there for me; don’t turn your back on me now. Don’t throw me out, don’t abandon me; you’ve always kept the door open. My father and mother walked out and left me, but God took me in. Point me down your highway, God; direct me along a well-lighted street; show my enemies whose side you’re on. Don’t throw me to the dogs, those liars who are out to get me, filling the air with their threats. I’m sure now I’ll see God’s goodness in the exuberant earth. Stay with God! Take heart. Don’t quit. I’ll say it again: Stay with God.

I didn’t intend to put that here today, I had just read it for myself, but I’m thinking that if something helps me, maybe it will help you also, so I will close by saying something that was most often heard in my youth from hippies standing on the corner of 10th and Peachtree, “Peace out man.

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My amazing body!

I had to have two MRI tonight, one on my right shoulder and one on my somewhat delicate neck! It remindes me that our bodies are like a spider web; it is at the same time fragile and yet strong. God created us with bones that carry our muscles; our skin, which is a marvelous organ covers veins, flesh and encases us. The skin stretches and shrinks, mends, and get’s “goose bumps” when we are cold or scared or hear something creepy. Our eyes are like a delicate camera; they see everything in living color and then transmit what they have seen to the part of us that drives everything we do, our brain. When you see the actual brain, and I saw mine in an MRI so I know this for a fact, all you see is just gray matter, yet contained in it is instructions for every, single thing we do. It is able to learn, to create, it makes us sense all the emotions that we feel, tells us when and how to move, contains everything we have ever done and there are people who can actually recall every detail of their entire life, amazing. We are body, soul, and spirit, the body moves and carries us but without the spirit we wouldn’t have life and the soul is where all our earthly emotions dwell. To read the Psalms is to see the Psalmist King’s every emotion as he goes from highest mountain peaks of praise to the lowest depths of hell and then back again. Psalms 139:13-16 “Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit-by-bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.”

A man and woman have sex, make love, and decide to have a baby or plainly have unprotected sex and make babies. That baby lives when the sperm penetrates the egg, because a child is formed, as the scripture says, “we are curiously made“, what a wonder we all are. Why are you here? Because there is a work that only you can do, something that has to be done by only you. As fingerprints are particular to one person and none matches for anyone else, so are we. Knowing that God sees a sparrow when it falls you have confidence to know that He watches over you and that He knows you by your name. Just because you feel lost, dejected, depressed, left out, little, fat, ugly, or anything else negative it doesn’t define who you are. You are a child of the King, a creation of the Most High God and don’t let the devil of this world tell you any different. You have the hug or the kiss, the smile or the encouraging word that is particularly important to someone and no one else can take your place. A few years ago a surgeon put orthopedic cement into my mother’s little body to heal fractures in the bones in her back-side, her bones accepted that material and she was out of pain and able to walk again, isn’t that a miracle of creation? God has given men wisdom to think of something wonderful like that to help us! Psalm 8 says, “I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?” Why? Because He loves us every one! Oh Father, my soul will rest peacefully with you, forgive me of the sin of neglecting this wonderful gift you have given me, my perfectly imperfect body.

Again, aren’t you amazed? I am!

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