Monday, July 17, 2017

Our Ship

Yep, I should totally be in bed. Wonderful lovely cushiony bed. But first I must write my third segment in the Noahs Ark story.

  This third part is probably my favorite, perhaps because of the stage of life I'm in, or maybe because it's helped me realize just how in control God is.

  So now Naoh and his own family are in the ark, it has started raining, giant bolts of lightning and load claps of thunder ring in their ears. They don't know what it looks like out there, the animals are terrified, and they have absolutely no idea how long they will be in this ark. Remember how I said I believe this story portrays the salvation story? That ark is Christ,and Noah is in the ark, just as we are in Christ when we are born again,  Noah answered Gods call, and he is now in that ship. There is no steering wheel...probably no way for Noah to guide that boat. God is, he shut that door and he guided the ark thru everything, without accident. Gods hand led them wherever they went.

  We are in that ship, and while in there, we worry, we fret, we wonder, we get frazzled, but all the while Gods hand is leading our lives. It's quite amazing when you picture us scrambling around in there, don't you suppose Noah did? They worried, they wondered about their future, they hoped there was enough food to go around, and maybe they were concerned about their health. All we have to do is trust in Gods hand leading our lives. It is that simple. Sure, we have to put feet under our faith, but it is He who leads us where so ever we go.

Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Parade

 Now just suppose you lived up the grassy hill beyond the Cypress forest a little ways, on the same side of the city that Mr. Noah was assembling his ark. Then suppose that your daughter had married a son of Noah's 

  She'd been coming home lately and giving you updates on the building of this giant structure that everyone was talking about. She was saying that it was awfully close to being finished. Then she proceeds to say that she'll be getting on. You look at her in bewilderment. She looks at you with silent questioning eyes, would you join? And in your head you're thinking....get on a boat...a giant boat...with somebody who says God told him to build it....and that it's going to rain, but it never has. She leaves, she says they'll be packing a few belongings any day now, and tells you which day they are planning to board. 

 You get back to making supper, tell your man what she had said, you both just wonder what is going on. Bedtime hits the land and you fall into a troubled sleep. Next day while outside in the garden, you hear a noise, something different, and it steadily gets louder. 

  It's animals, every kind you could think of, running, flying, walking, even the ones that typically would never show themselves out in broad daylight. The noise of the hooves is deafening, a parade of every kind of fur you could ever imagine, then you realize that they are not being led by a man. They are heading straight to that boat, almost as if there is was other place to go. In complete amazement you watch them board that ship along with Noah and then his family, and your own daughter.

Can you imagine?? Really imagine standing there and watching that?? The more I think on it, the more it boggles my mind. Then on the heels of that, I can't imagine someone not realizing that there was a much greater being than us mortal humans, leading those thousands of animals, then watching
 that door shut. Then it hit me...I do it all the time, I overlook the work God is doing, he may not be leading a parade of animals, but I can guarantee you he's doing far more than our small human minds can even begin to fathom.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Mr. Noah

   Been thinking a bit ... Ok... A LOT about Noah. There are so many lessons to be learnt from that story. It is far more than just a tale of a man and a ship.

  I would love to be able to get all of my thoughts down...but that is a bit of a struggle sometimes. This may come out fairly jumbled. I'll just go ahead and apologize in advance. If you're not particularly interested in reading a jumble..then I highly suggest you tap your screen and go to a different address on this space we call the World Wide Web.

  Here goes. In reading this story...I honestly think that it is a picture of the plan of salvation. Hear me out. It may take a few posts if I can get them all out, for me to explain my theory. But......just for a starting point. The faith of Mr. Noah and his dear Mrs. Can you even imagine if your husband came home and told you he was going to build a ship? Not just a boat to pull behind his muscular Chevy. Nope. In fact, a ship so large, he actually needed to rent a lot, ok, half a mile of space. Indeed, he says to you, God told me to. Would you not look at him just a tad cross eyed? Maybe think he wasn't getting all of his sleep? Or better yet, tell him to go mow the lawn? It's rather unfathomable... I wonder just exactly how God told him. You suppose it was a dream? Oh, and by the way dear Mrs. , it's going to flood around here, never mind the fact that it hasn't ever rained before. God is going to wipe out the world. I suppose she went back to her duties, and wondered what in the world was happening. But in the end she must have supported him I suppose, because she sailed with him.

  The faith it took to build that boat, in front of the eyes of the world, is beyond my comprehension. First of all, he must have been keen to the spirit, and secondly, he had much more faith than I have ever had. I envy him. To know God told YOU to build a boat. The exact dimensions even. Right down to the very little details. I wonder if he second guessed himself thru those years of construction, you suppose he did?

 I want faith that strong.

  Goodnight world.

Thursday, July 6, 2017


   Today began like any other. I woke up late...had to do the mad dash...and I mean a dash. Had to get Jones to summer school ASAP.

    Got her there a minute late...then took Bodie to the Coffee shop..his idea...then scrambled over to Dillon's. Flew thru there like a crazy woman...found the exact watermelon I wanted in the bottom of the giant box...tumbled in with only my hind end poking out, grabbed that thing and went to check out. Had 8 minutes before I needed to get I chose the self checkout. Yay me. Bodie wanted to pick his yogurt off of the table thing...I kept telling him he couldn't because it would start beeping at me. He didn't comprehend my frenzy type I proceed to lay into him. Really lay into him. He starts crocodile tearing...I get more annoyed. Then we flutter out to the van. Throw stuff in there...and I look at him and continue my rant....that is...until I really look at him.

   You see, we are raising Gods children....they are only borrowed to us for a spell. And today I failed miserably. While looking out my freshly smudged glass door today, the reality of how much grace is required to cover MY sin, made my soul start to feel crumpled and my body actually felt like it started to wither. Then it dawned on me, there is a giant golden tub of grace that we can bathe in. It isn't a limited supply. It is a glorious never ending amount, given to us by God himself.

   So I jumped in. Most likely I'll have to again tomorrow. Jump in and wash my sin off in that beautiful thing called grace, otherwise my dirt will be far too thick for my light to shine.

   I did go tell Bodie that I had messed up tonight...he nods his head and reassured me that he does still love me. How I love these children.

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

The Ethiopian

   Hello dear friends.

  Here's the deal. I have about 3-4 ... ok,.. 4 to be precisely exact, projects I want to sew this morning between now and 11.10. Which is the time I go get my small man child from school. Except for this small problem. I'm about to go on another Suzy style rant, so hear me out. Get your coffee, or your knitting. Something. Just get it.

  I had my dishes all washed, the laundry tumbling in the dryer, the Christmas tree lite, my beds all made, the house mostly tidy, and last but not least, my sewing machine all set up and ready to go. Buuuuttt,..I couldn't sit down and sew because I have a deep feeling that I need to share with you my latest obsession. You see, lately in my life, I have become infatuated with the Bible. Now, I have always known and loved the Lord, but that I loved my Bible and desperately wanted to understand it, I can't honestly tell you that I did. It is nearly a magical book, if I can call it magical without being disrespectful. You see, God actually talks to you thru it. It is completely and utterly amazing to me. It becomes addicting in a most lovely way. So anyhow, we don't have internet at home, and it's hard to blog on a smart phone. So here I am at the coffee shop, frantically typing.

   Here is the obsession, Acts Chapter 8. There are a few fascinating stories in that chapter, but right now, my favorite, is the Etiopian Eunich. Ethiopia is located in the horn of Africa as far as I can tell. He lives there as a treasurer for Queen Candace. Power and wealth are a big part of his life. He knows about God, He decides to travel to Jerusalem to go to the heart of the country where Jesus walked. Now let me tell you, he travels in a chariot. Not a Chevy Acadia, folks. A chariot. I googled the miles between Jerusalem and Ethiopia, it is NOT just a little jaunt. So imagine him, the Queens treasurer, dressed up in Ethiopian garb, I imagine gold embroidery, hundreds of rows of pom poms, and I have no clue what kind of shoes he had on, riding behind a horse on a (maybe) gold chariot. He goes to Jerusalem, leaves to go home, is in his chariot reading about Isiah, When a man named Phillip comes running up to him and asks if he understands what he is reading.

  Now something must be said for Phillip here, He was one of the 7 elected from the 12 disciples to help the new church grow. He is busy about his life and an angel appears to him and says go down this desert road, Somewhere I read it was a bit of a treacherous journey. So he packs up, and heads down the desert road. He must have had a substantial amount of faith to do exactly what he had been asked to do. He sees the Ethiopian Eunich dressed in all his finery, a man of rich cloth, reading about Prophet Isiah. He then witnesses to the man.

  Then the Eunich asks him "why not be baptized" so Phillip baptizes him, and then while the Eunich is watching, Phillip dissappears, into thin air folks. Can you imagine? He then resumes his journey to Africa, with joy in his heart. Back to his station beside the queen, only this time, a Christian. Think what he was able to tell the people, and imagine the spreading of the Gospel that must have occurred after that. Being the Queens treasurer, the people must have looked up to him.

  While I have rambled sufficiently about the Ethiopian, It is Phillip who really played a role. My point is this, YOU are a Phillip. You might only see your sin, but God sees you in a different light. You are not here by coincidence. Imagine if Phillip had said to himself, I sinned big time this morning, I CANNOT do my part in the Kingdom of God. A tragedy it would have been. Go where God calls you, don't hide your faith, it is the most important thing about your life, and you have absolutely no idea who God might put in your exact path today.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Age before Beauty

  Today, while waiting in my beautiful wonderful gas saving mom wagon, Bodie and I were discussing the dirt on the windows.

He says, "mom what is it?"

I say, "dirt"

He says, " no mom, it's duck poop."

So there you have it, ducks actually poop out dust.

   Then I see her, this little old lady, cute as she could be. She had on blue knit trousers,  hot pink fabric canvas shoes, dark rimmed dinner plate spectacles, and protecting her frizzy white hair was the brightest red scarf with fringe tassels by the millions.

   She ever so cautiously stepped off of the curb, and thotfully chose her steps back to her car. It was an old one. A blue kind of old with a missing hubcap. Then I realized she had
put on her gloves, stretched out white gloves with itty bitty blue stripes.

 I desperately wanted to follow her home. She was beautiful. Her hands have done so much more than mine. There was something about her. It dawned on me then, we are all beautiful in this exact age we are in at this given moment. Don't dislike where you are at in numbers, it is only that, a number. The most magnificent thing about us is our souls. They are eternal and they do not age. What's more, each one of us has been meticulously designed by the creator.

  So in the morning when you rise, fluff your hair and unfurl your wings. If God is clothing the lilly and feeding the sparrow, what oh what must he be doing with you?

Ecclesiastes 3 : 11

Thursday, October 20, 2016

Scars for Jesus

  Mind if I chat with you for a minute?

You see, I have mostly toddler conversations during the day. Today we went over the fact that the Dragon does still indeed live behind the green cupboard. Would he like that I hung up a few fall leaves with lights on the top? Or would he get them off?

Seriously ?

Yep...he was serious.

It's quite a dragon...sometimes he leaves the house to find some munch.

I believe you get the picture.

  Today I heard something.  That something was this, "use your scars for Jesus". It's made me think. Hard think. What are my scars? What are yours? Mine? I have a child in heaven... and the one down here is a beautiful wonderful special needs girl. I suppose those are my big ones.

  At school she has this wheelchair.  I have a tremendous love/hate relationship with that black giant thing.  Every day I put on my game face. I don't like to see her in it ... and yet, it is the most handy chair you've ever seen. Every day it stabs my heart way down deep where I don't allow people to go. But, today I saw something different. It was almost a flash. I was headed out of her classroom door and I turned one last time to look at her, and there were 5 or 6 children crammed around that beastly chair. One little boy was touching her face chanting her name...the others were trying to hold her hand and talk to her. I realized then, she has a spot to fill right there in that chair... her spot in the world is actually bigger than mine. I believe it. Her head was held high and on her face was the cutest smile I've ever seen. She was in her own little heaven.

  So it is up to me to use that scar for Jesus. It won't always be easy. God takes something bad and uses it for his good. It is a beautiful thing.

   So don't stuff your scar. You never know who you might help just by being honest about it.