As a recovering Oprah addict, I have been well-indoctrinated in the idea that just because I am of a certain age –okay, I am 52 and proud of it-doesn’t mean that I am ready to lie down and let the world spin off without me. No, I don’t have 50 loads of laundry to do every day and ballgames of some sort to attend every evening. No one needs me to check over his homework or pick him up after practice. After some time of reflection, I realized that I am entering a new phase in my life, and it is a good one. There is still a lot of go in this girl and many, many things I want to do and places I want to go. I want to be the best possible wife, mother, mother-in-law, and Grammy (do I ever want to be a good Grammy!).
Unfortunately for Oprah’s viewers, she doesn’t mention the source for living the best possible life of all-my Savior, Jesus Christ. When I stop to consider what a mighty and powerful God I serve, I realize that as a Christian the world truly is my oyster, my present to unwrap, my treasure to discover. Of course, my life will not always be a bed of roses or carefree. Christ never promises us it will be. As a matter of fact, this hasn’t been the rosiest of winters. Learning that my sister has breast cancer, my dad needed to have 10 inches of colon removed, and that little spot on my nose was skin cancer was a bit of a blow. But, God is good all the time and things are looking up all the way around. We have received many blessings during this challenging time and I am so thankful for His grace, love, and protection.
Through all the daily struggles and messiness of living each day, we can all be comforted in the surety that God has great things planned for each of us. We have been “fearfully and wonderfully made” and placed here in this time and place “for such a time as this.” God created each of us for his purposes and has plans for our ultimate good. So, I pray that I won’t live a life of fear or let the devil steal my joy. Instead, I pray that I will step up and let God direct my path…….my path that is full of possibilities.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Dear God by Joyce Schafer
It’s 5:00 a.m. as I sit here with my journal and my tea,
Thinking about the possibilities this day could bring for me.
There’s so much sickness, sadness and despair.
Please help me show someone today that I really care.
Help me bring a smile to someone’s sad and troubled face.
Or let me shed a tear with them if that should be the case.
The possibilities will come to make a difference today.
Please help me show your love in each and every way.
Possibilities by Donna Ensign Woods
Possibilities rain down on me,
For tomorrows, I have yet to see.
When confused and filled with fear,
Possibilities draw me near.
During the midnight of my day,
Possibilities are sent my way.
If ever a door shuts in my face,
Possibilities take me… to a new place.
Praying for those I love so dear,
Possibilities born with every tear.
My Lord hung upon the tree…
So possibilities… could rain down on me...
Possibilities by Theresa Zuber
Romans 8:28 “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
What does God have in store for ME? The possibilities are endless. Whatever I can imagine, pales in comparison to the reality and importance of God’s plan. Do I trust that He knows me better than I know myself? Do I believe that He is molding me into something precious?
Isaiah 64:8 says “Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”
Am I willing to step outside my comfort zone to follow his leading? Phil 4:13 assures us that “I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” And Eph 2:10- “For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
If I don’t follow God’s leading I’ll miss out because it says in Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
What plan has God put in front of you that you are resisting? Ask Him to show you where He wants you to go next. Step out in faith – the possibilities are endless!
Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
What does God have in store for ME? The possibilities are endless. Whatever I can imagine, pales in comparison to the reality and importance of God’s plan. Do I trust that He knows me better than I know myself? Do I believe that He is molding me into something precious?
Isaiah 64:8 says “Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”
Am I willing to step outside my comfort zone to follow his leading? Phil 4:13 assures us that “I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” And Eph 2:10- “For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”
If I don’t follow God’s leading I’ll miss out because it says in Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”
What plan has God put in front of you that you are resisting? Ask Him to show you where He wants you to go next. Step out in faith – the possibilities are endless!
Matthew 19:26 Jesus looked at them and said, "With man this is impossible, but with God all things are possible."
Have you had your P's today? by Julie Short
I recently realized that some of the most Powerful and Positive words begin with the letter P. I believe that our days and weeks would be better if we remembered to have a big dose of P’s everyday.
Start every morning in God’s Presence; Praying, Petitioning and Praising His Holy name. Thank Him for the Painful Price He Paid to Pardon us.
Remember all through the day that we were made with Purpose, that God has Plans for us, Plans to Prosper us.
When Problems arise — and they will, Persevere, relying on God’s Power and his Promises and we will feel Peace in the midst of the storm.
Know that each and every day is filled with Potential and endless Possibilities!
Start every morning in God’s Presence; Praying, Petitioning and Praising His Holy name. Thank Him for the Painful Price He Paid to Pardon us.
Remember all through the day that we were made with Purpose, that God has Plans for us, Plans to Prosper us.
When Problems arise — and they will, Persevere, relying on God’s Power and his Promises and we will feel Peace in the midst of the storm.
Know that each and every day is filled with Potential and endless Possibilities!
Fear by Joyce Schafer
What are my fears?
Snakes—as a young girl I remember the chickens making lots of noise and going out to check on them. I also remember stepping on a snake (barefoot.)
Rats—as a young farm wife, I remember a feed room that every time I opened the door a rat would run across the floor. It got to be a routine. Open the door, watch the rat run across the floor, fill feed buckets, and pray that the rat had no friends.
Deer—as an older farm partner (notice how the name changed as my abilities grew,) I remember walking down a field road to get a grain truck only to have deer run out of the corn field. Let me tell you! Deer are really, really big and really, really fast when they are right in front of you.
Skunks—I have never personally encountered these but I have smelled dogs that have. I have no desire to smell like that ever in my lifetime.
These are some of my visible fears but my worse fears are those you cannot see:
Cancer—I have had cancer and have watched my sister and my mother die of cancer. I really fear going through this again or going through this with a loved one.
COPD and Asthma—Not being able to breathe is a big fear. Not being able to do what I want to do is also a big fear.
Accidents—I know the fear of a car going in circles on an icy road and another car backing into my car on a dry road (double fear since a small grandson was in the back seat.)
So how do I deal with these fears when my husband is running late, when the kids are driving on bad roads, the grandkids are sick or I’m waiting on biopsy results?A friend gave me this verse. Isaiah 41:13 “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear; I will help you.”
I wish I could say I don’t worry and I don’t fear but I would be lying. I can say I do pray and I do believe that God will take care of my loved ones and me.
Snakes—as a young girl I remember the chickens making lots of noise and going out to check on them. I also remember stepping on a snake (barefoot.)
Rats—as a young farm wife, I remember a feed room that every time I opened the door a rat would run across the floor. It got to be a routine. Open the door, watch the rat run across the floor, fill feed buckets, and pray that the rat had no friends.
Deer—as an older farm partner (notice how the name changed as my abilities grew,) I remember walking down a field road to get a grain truck only to have deer run out of the corn field. Let me tell you! Deer are really, really big and really, really fast when they are right in front of you.
Skunks—I have never personally encountered these but I have smelled dogs that have. I have no desire to smell like that ever in my lifetime.
These are some of my visible fears but my worse fears are those you cannot see:
Cancer—I have had cancer and have watched my sister and my mother die of cancer. I really fear going through this again or going through this with a loved one.
COPD and Asthma—Not being able to breathe is a big fear. Not being able to do what I want to do is also a big fear.
Accidents—I know the fear of a car going in circles on an icy road and another car backing into my car on a dry road (double fear since a small grandson was in the back seat.)
So how do I deal with these fears when my husband is running late, when the kids are driving on bad roads, the grandkids are sick or I’m waiting on biopsy results?A friend gave me this verse. Isaiah 41:13 “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, do not fear; I will help you.”
I wish I could say I don’t worry and I don’t fear but I would be lying. I can say I do pray and I do believe that God will take care of my loved ones and me.
Comfort by Theresa Zuber
We all face fears which can vary from phobia's that cripple our ability to enjoy life to just everyday worries that occupy too much of our valuable time. Regardless of the severity, scripture assures us that we need not fear because “the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.” (1 John 4:4b) So.. “I can do everything through him who gives me strength.” (Phil 4:13) Therefore..”Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me, for in you my soul takes refuge. I will take refuge in the shadow of your wings until the disaster has passed.” (Psalm 57:1)
Take comfort in this passage from Isaiah 41:10-13. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. All who rage against you will surely be ashamed and disgraced; those who oppose you will be as nothing and perish. Though you search for your enemies, you will not find them. Those who wage war against you will be as nothing at all. For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.”
All powerful God, help me to rest in the shadow of your wings, to trust you have my life in your control and to turn to you when I am afraid. Who better to chase the monsters from my thoughts?
Take comfort in this passage from Isaiah 41:10-13. “So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand. All who rage against you will surely be ashamed and disgraced; those who oppose you will be as nothing and perish. Though you search for your enemies, you will not find them. Those who wage war against you will be as nothing at all. For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.”
All powerful God, help me to rest in the shadow of your wings, to trust you have my life in your control and to turn to you when I am afraid. Who better to chase the monsters from my thoughts?
Fear by Donna Ensign Woods
Palms are sweaty---knees grow weak,
You can't find the voice, with which to speak.
Breathing quickly---eyes open wide,
You desperately search for some place to hide.
Your heart pounds faster…
FEAR has become your Master !!
Dark shadows bar the way,
To torment each and every day.
FEAR of the mysterious unknown,
Pain and disease...and failure shown.
FEAR of failing as a mother or wife,
Or for the many other roles we have in life.
FEAR of climbing to high places…
Or being trapped in confined spaces.
FEAR of wasting talents, gifts and time…
And disappointing the awesome God of mine.
FEAR of far away and lonely places.
Surrounded by cold, unfriendly faces.
FEAR of being alone, lost and crying,
Facing the end...slowing dying.
Filled with FEAR as I knelt and prayed
He softly whispers, "Do not be afraid"
He promises we have nothing to FEAR
Because, He will stay ever so near.
His promise forever shines…
Saying "FEAR NOT"...366 times !!!
Other Plans by Susan Shull
This was going to be my breakout year. No more being a scaredy cat. This year I was going to go out on a limb, take a walk on the wild side (in the best possible way, of course), go for the gusto! Things haven’t turned out quite like I planned.
Last summer, I was invited to join a group of women from all across the United States to travel to Uganda in June 2008 to establish libraries in underprivileged schools. We would also be free to share the gospel with the children. I love books and one of my favorite things is helping kids find books that they enjoy. Imagine my excitement when I was invited on this trip! I got my passport, figured out the money, and was ready to begin the series of shots required when the negative signs began pouring in with a vengeance.
First, Brady and Alissa began reading magazine articles describing atrocities committed against women. Guess where? Uganda. My boys began questioning my judgment about the trip, but bless Brad’s heart! He just kept still. Then I received a bulletin from the Illinois Department of Public Health stating all of the many, many shots that would be required before traveling to this region. I knew about the malaria, but rabies? Oh, my. Not only that, but I learned it isn’t safe to travel in the northern, western, or southern part of the country. That doesn’t leave much safe territory!
There is no American embassy in Uganda, so nowhere to go if help is needed. And let’s not forget-no good hospitals either. If medical care is required, the injured or ill must travel through the unsafe northern area of the country to get to Kenya, a country recently riddled by violence. Then the warning…enjoy our beautiful parks, but be sure an armed guard accompanies you. Gulp! I debated just pretending I had never gotten this info, but I have to admit Jasper County and Crooked Creek Township began looking better and better. Because I really don’t believe in keeping secrets from my husband, I shared the report with Brad, who immediately started voicing his objections.
The straw that broke the camel’s back occurred a few days later. Brandon and Lindsey were home, and we decided to watch The Last King of Scotland, an Academy Award winner from a few years back. I couldn’t believe it when I discovered the movie was based on a true story….set in Uganda….and it wasn’t a nice place. It was an unbelievably violent place. That did it for me. I’m definitely too scared to travel to a location where anyone would consider skinning someone alive. No doubt, the country has changed since the 1970’s when the events portrayed in the movie occurred, but they weren’t that long ago and many of those atrocious people are probably still alive. I don’t want to go where people do such brutal things.
Does all this mean I’m a chicken or a wimp? Or was it God telling me not to go? After quite a bit of soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I wanted to go on this trip for all the wrong reasons. The others it seemed were all about sharing the love of Christ. Perhaps my heart isn’t ready for a trip like this since I was all about the books, about just going to Africa. I don’t seem to have the desire and urgency for lost souls that I should have. I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s true.
So, I won’t be going to Africa this summer. I’m staying in the U.S. counting on God to put me where I need to be. I don’t want to live a “small” life, but I know I must be faithful in the little things before He will give me bigger opportunities.
Good-bye Africa. Hello, Hidalgo!
Last summer, I was invited to join a group of women from all across the United States to travel to Uganda in June 2008 to establish libraries in underprivileged schools. We would also be free to share the gospel with the children. I love books and one of my favorite things is helping kids find books that they enjoy. Imagine my excitement when I was invited on this trip! I got my passport, figured out the money, and was ready to begin the series of shots required when the negative signs began pouring in with a vengeance.
First, Brady and Alissa began reading magazine articles describing atrocities committed against women. Guess where? Uganda. My boys began questioning my judgment about the trip, but bless Brad’s heart! He just kept still. Then I received a bulletin from the Illinois Department of Public Health stating all of the many, many shots that would be required before traveling to this region. I knew about the malaria, but rabies? Oh, my. Not only that, but I learned it isn’t safe to travel in the northern, western, or southern part of the country. That doesn’t leave much safe territory!
There is no American embassy in Uganda, so nowhere to go if help is needed. And let’s not forget-no good hospitals either. If medical care is required, the injured or ill must travel through the unsafe northern area of the country to get to Kenya, a country recently riddled by violence. Then the warning…enjoy our beautiful parks, but be sure an armed guard accompanies you. Gulp! I debated just pretending I had never gotten this info, but I have to admit Jasper County and Crooked Creek Township began looking better and better. Because I really don’t believe in keeping secrets from my husband, I shared the report with Brad, who immediately started voicing his objections.
The straw that broke the camel’s back occurred a few days later. Brandon and Lindsey were home, and we decided to watch The Last King of Scotland, an Academy Award winner from a few years back. I couldn’t believe it when I discovered the movie was based on a true story….set in Uganda….and it wasn’t a nice place. It was an unbelievably violent place. That did it for me. I’m definitely too scared to travel to a location where anyone would consider skinning someone alive. No doubt, the country has changed since the 1970’s when the events portrayed in the movie occurred, but they weren’t that long ago and many of those atrocious people are probably still alive. I don’t want to go where people do such brutal things.
Does all this mean I’m a chicken or a wimp? Or was it God telling me not to go? After quite a bit of soul searching, I have come to the conclusion that I wanted to go on this trip for all the wrong reasons. The others it seemed were all about sharing the love of Christ. Perhaps my heart isn’t ready for a trip like this since I was all about the books, about just going to Africa. I don’t seem to have the desire and urgency for lost souls that I should have. I’m ashamed to admit it, but it’s true.
So, I won’t be going to Africa this summer. I’m staying in the U.S. counting on God to put me where I need to be. I don’t want to live a “small” life, but I know I must be faithful in the little things before He will give me bigger opportunities.
Good-bye Africa. Hello, Hidalgo!
What If by Glenna Shryock
It 5:30 a.m. Friday, April 18, 2008. I’ve been up since rudely awakened by my shaking bed and trembling house and contents. EARTHQUAKE! I quickly got Matt and Leah out of their beds and under the doorway of Leah’s bedroom.
Randy has been working nights so he had a different experience of alarms going off at the refinery where he works. They initially thought that something had exploded and were headed for their bomb shelters. He was pretty excited when he called to quickly check in.
The internet news tells me it was centered at West Salem and registered a 5.4.
I tried to lay down afterward. My body was tight and stiff as a stretched drum and wouldn’t relax enough to let me go back to sleep. I thanked God my family was safe and my home seemed to be intact. My usual sense of mis-directed pride was congratulating myself that I so quickly reacted in the proper way in that I knew what was happening and what to do about it. But then I started thinking about the WHAT IF’s. WHAT IF if I hadn’t been at home with my kids? I wouldn’t have been here to protect them. WHAT IF the house would have twisted and turned and torn apart? Did I have them in an area where they would have been protected? I should have taken them outside. WHAT IF they would have been sleeping in the basement, as they sometimes do if friends are staying over? Would I have been able to get to them to get them out? I’m always shuddering at the site of Leah’s room, which is a cluttered obstacle course. WHAT IF some of the vases and books and picture frames would have vibrated off her bookshelf fell onto her head as she lay in her bed? WHAT IF the picture above Matt’s bed would have fell on him? Lord, I’ve been WHAT IF-ing most of my life as a mother. I sometimes drive my family crazy when voicing my WHAT-IF’s. Matt calls me "crazy-pyscho mom" in his attempt to dismiss my fears for their safety.
Lord, this morning has again reminded me that these children are in Your hands. I am powerless to protect them from all the world’s evil. They are best protected by You, not me. Thank You for the precious gift of my children, but help me to always remember they are in Your hands, the most wonderful place of all. Guide me, Lord, in their care and guide my thoughts to You and away from the WHAT-IF’s.
“For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 "And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? 28 "And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, 29 yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 30 "But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! 31 "Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ 32 "For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 "But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. 34 "So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6: 25-34)
The WHAT-IF’s are worry and my worrying does nothing to protect them. Forgive me, Lord, for my lack of trust in You.
Randy has been working nights so he had a different experience of alarms going off at the refinery where he works. They initially thought that something had exploded and were headed for their bomb shelters. He was pretty excited when he called to quickly check in.
The internet news tells me it was centered at West Salem and registered a 5.4.
I tried to lay down afterward. My body was tight and stiff as a stretched drum and wouldn’t relax enough to let me go back to sleep. I thanked God my family was safe and my home seemed to be intact. My usual sense of mis-directed pride was congratulating myself that I so quickly reacted in the proper way in that I knew what was happening and what to do about it. But then I started thinking about the WHAT IF’s. WHAT IF if I hadn’t been at home with my kids? I wouldn’t have been here to protect them. WHAT IF the house would have twisted and turned and torn apart? Did I have them in an area where they would have been protected? I should have taken them outside. WHAT IF they would have been sleeping in the basement, as they sometimes do if friends are staying over? Would I have been able to get to them to get them out? I’m always shuddering at the site of Leah’s room, which is a cluttered obstacle course. WHAT IF some of the vases and books and picture frames would have vibrated off her bookshelf fell onto her head as she lay in her bed? WHAT IF the picture above Matt’s bed would have fell on him? Lord, I’ve been WHAT IF-ing most of my life as a mother. I sometimes drive my family crazy when voicing my WHAT-IF’s. Matt calls me "crazy-pyscho mom" in his attempt to dismiss my fears for their safety.
Lord, this morning has again reminded me that these children are in Your hands. I am powerless to protect them from all the world’s evil. They are best protected by You, not me. Thank You for the precious gift of my children, but help me to always remember they are in Your hands, the most wonderful place of all. Guide me, Lord, in their care and guide my thoughts to You and away from the WHAT-IF’s.
“For this reason I say to you, do not be worried about your life, as to what you will eat or what you will drink; nor for your body, as to what you will put on. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothing? 26 "Look at the birds of the air, that they do not sow, nor reap nor gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not worth much more than they? 27 "And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life? 28 "And why are you worried about clothing? Observe how the lilies of the field grow; they do not toil nor do they spin, 29 yet I say to you that not even Solomon in all his glory clothed himself like one of these. 30 "But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you? You of little faith! 31 "Do not worry then, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear for clothing?’ 32 "For the Gentiles eagerly seek all these things; for your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 "But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be added to you. 34 "So do not worry about tomorrow; for tomorrow will care for itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” (Matthew 6: 25-34)
The WHAT-IF’s are worry and my worrying does nothing to protect them. Forgive me, Lord, for my lack of trust in You.
First Day of Spring by Susan Shull
Today was the first day of spring for me. Never mind the date on the calendar—March 12. Never mind the forecast for Friday—cold temps once again. For me spring started today.
The sun shone brightly filling my classroom and my heart with new light. The air was crisp, but carried with it the breathe-deep-and-fill-your-lungs promise of warmer temperatures, daffodils, and green grass. Gone was the blah, blah, blah atmosphere at school. The kids entered the building with smiles on their faces and new excitement for the possibilities that always accompany 4th quarter—the best of the year with 8th graders. They really do some serious bonding as they realize that they will soon be in high school and may never be in class again with those they have spent the last 8 years loving/hating. It is fun to watch.
After school, Alivia and I took a trip to the park to enjoy the sunshine. Faith was with her mommy and daddy so it was just the two of us this time. We roamed from one end of the playground to another swinging, sliding, teeter-tottering—even playing in the sandbox, until we found something inconveniently left by a neighborhood cat. Gross! There is something very special about walking hand in hand with an innocently curious little granddaughter skipping along by my side. What a blessing!
I am so grateful that God created seasons as a visible yearly testament of his love for us. I imagine just as I enjoy watching a granddaughter delighting in the world around her, God probably gets a kick out of watching his “kids” enjoying what he has made for us. So as of today, it is out with the gray days of winter and in with the promise of hope and new life that a new spring brings!
The sun shone brightly filling my classroom and my heart with new light. The air was crisp, but carried with it the breathe-deep-and-fill-your-lungs promise of warmer temperatures, daffodils, and green grass. Gone was the blah, blah, blah atmosphere at school. The kids entered the building with smiles on their faces and new excitement for the possibilities that always accompany 4th quarter—the best of the year with 8th graders. They really do some serious bonding as they realize that they will soon be in high school and may never be in class again with those they have spent the last 8 years loving/hating. It is fun to watch.
After school, Alivia and I took a trip to the park to enjoy the sunshine. Faith was with her mommy and daddy so it was just the two of us this time. We roamed from one end of the playground to another swinging, sliding, teeter-tottering—even playing in the sandbox, until we found something inconveniently left by a neighborhood cat. Gross! There is something very special about walking hand in hand with an innocently curious little granddaughter skipping along by my side. What a blessing!
I am so grateful that God created seasons as a visible yearly testament of his love for us. I imagine just as I enjoy watching a granddaughter delighting in the world around her, God probably gets a kick out of watching his “kids” enjoying what he has made for us. So as of today, it is out with the gray days of winter and in with the promise of hope and new life that a new spring brings!
Scars by Theresa Zuber
My Savior healed a man’s shriveled hand (Matt 12:10-13), yet still chose to keep the scars in his own. Was it so Thomas could believe? Did Jesus know the nail prints in his hands would be such a moving reminder of the sacrifice he made? I wonder if his heavenly hands still bear the marks.
My life is sometimes jagged, painful & ugly. I’d like God to take away all evidence of these gaping wounds. But he knows that life’s trials are what shape my character and build my spiritual muscles. He wants me to look at these “scars” as beauty marks; reminders of the mercy, grace, faithfulness & love that he provides to carry me through.
Point of Grace has a song called, “Heal the Wound.” The chorus has this beautiful message: “Heal the wound but leave the scar; a reminder of how merciful you are. I am broken, torn apart. Take the pieces of this heart, heal the wound but leave the scar.”
Lord, I am so thankful for your mercy and grace. Help me to look upon painful times in my life and see only a beauty mark that reminds me of your love, healing power and your ability to make all things work for the good of those who love you. (Romans 8:28)
My life is sometimes jagged, painful & ugly. I’d like God to take away all evidence of these gaping wounds. But he knows that life’s trials are what shape my character and build my spiritual muscles. He wants me to look at these “scars” as beauty marks; reminders of the mercy, grace, faithfulness & love that he provides to carry me through.
Point of Grace has a song called, “Heal the Wound.” The chorus has this beautiful message: “Heal the wound but leave the scar; a reminder of how merciful you are. I am broken, torn apart. Take the pieces of this heart, heal the wound but leave the scar.”
Lord, I am so thankful for your mercy and grace. Help me to look upon painful times in my life and see only a beauty mark that reminds me of your love, healing power and your ability to make all things work for the good of those who love you. (Romans 8:28)
Spring by Marla Galloway
I love spring. I love what it symbolizes. It’s like another beginning, with nature getting a chance to “start over,” if you will. We watch the landscape awaken from its long winter’s sleep, as color appears from the ground; to hear a choir of birds singing, crisp linens flapping in the wind and baseball on the radio; smelling plowed dirt and freshly cut grass, to feel the warmth of the sun beaming down on my SPF 50 sunscreen lathered-up face. The temperatures rise and so do our spirits. We can drive with the top down, step off the treadmill and onto the sidewalk.
I like to think that this time of blossoming beauty is our reward for battling a gloomy, harsh winter. But don’t let these pleasant thoughts cloud your vision; after all, it could be the pollen! Spring also marks the return of allergy season, those pesky insects and rainy days. But it’s the combination of both the rain and sun that truly brings growth.
In this season of blooming and growing, what will you do with this opportunity of “start over?” The Son is shining down on you, now….. bloom and grow!
I like to think that this time of blossoming beauty is our reward for battling a gloomy, harsh winter. But don’t let these pleasant thoughts cloud your vision; after all, it could be the pollen! Spring also marks the return of allergy season, those pesky insects and rainy days. But it’s the combination of both the rain and sun that truly brings growth.
In this season of blooming and growing, what will you do with this opportunity of “start over?” The Son is shining down on you, now….. bloom and grow!
Spring by Joyce Schafer
A bird sang a song for me today
Telling me Spring was on the way.
I’m sitting here thinking of Springs of the past;
Days gone by so quickly only memories last.
Baby calves and lambs in the lot.
A new puppy playing with tiny tot.
A little girl crying because puppy took her boot.
A baby laughing because grass tickled his foot.
A little boy learning how to climb;
Then searching for him time after time.
Little boys playing with tractors in the dirt.
Little girls playing dress-up with Mommy’s skirt.
God gave me these memories of the past
And grandkids to help these memories last.
Hope in the Snow by Julie Short
I used to think that crocuses were an annoyance; that they were useless. Sure, they are beautiful but it seems they last only a couple of seconds and they’re gone. Seasons change and with it, sometimes, our perspective. I now see crocuses in a totally different way. I see them as a hope flower, with a mighty message. “Just hang on a little longer-- spring is on its way.” Since Kyra died, I have looked for hope everywhere. I just didn’t expect to find it peeking up through the snow.
We may think what we do has no purpose or we may underestimate the little things we do. A smile, a kind word, a note or card may be a crocus to the person whose life we touch. Maybe that person was running out of hope and you reached out and gave them a bouquet full.
The New Testament is all about encouraging each other: don’t grow tired of doing good, share each others burdens, persevere - don’t give up. When I’m feeling really down and can’t find my hope, I pick up flowers and give them to someone else. And we both receive hope.
God gave us rainbows as a sign of hope and promise but the Greatest hope he gave us was Jesus. Let Jesus shine through you and be hope to the hopeless.
We may think what we do has no purpose or we may underestimate the little things we do. A smile, a kind word, a note or card may be a crocus to the person whose life we touch. Maybe that person was running out of hope and you reached out and gave them a bouquet full.
The New Testament is all about encouraging each other: don’t grow tired of doing good, share each others burdens, persevere - don’t give up. When I’m feeling really down and can’t find my hope, I pick up flowers and give them to someone else. And we both receive hope.
God gave us rainbows as a sign of hope and promise but the Greatest hope he gave us was Jesus. Let Jesus shine through you and be hope to the hopeless.
Standing at the Cross by Donna Ensign Woods
I want you to close your eyes, and imagine, if you will,
That you are standing at the middle cross on the hill.
It’s been a long, and tiring day.
You want to go home…. But, something makes you stay.
You feel so desperately troubled and confused,
While many others are laughing, and simply amused.
You don’t want to stand and stare… but you must.
How could this gentle man cause such a fuss??
Is it possible?? Could he be the Messiah?? God’s Son??
Should you try to help him? Or quickly turn and run?
You never come here to watch men die, in shame and disgust.
No matter what their crimes, it seems so cruel and unjust.
Even the scavengers circle overhead,
Hoping for their chance to torture the dead!!
On the cross to the left you hear the thief moan and swear.
But, you hardly notice him, or even care.
You can’t take your eyes off, this Jesus hanging on the cross..
Or, you strangely fear, you’ll be forever lost.
You look down at your own dusty, sandaled feet.
Then, look at his, with crusty blood, dried from the heat.
You can see his chest move, with every breath he takes.
And the misery and torment at the slightest move he makes.
They beat him, and stoned him, his body is battered and blue
Yet, he whispered, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
His arms look as if they are nearly tearing off,
As the nails in his hands painfully hold him on the cross.
A dirty crown of thorns encircles his head.
With each weakening heartbeat trickles a fresh river of red.
You glance at the ground...then quickly, look up into his face!!
Your heart races...You’ve never seen so much love...not any place!!!
The overwhelming peace cannot be ignored,
You suddenly know, without one doubt, he truly is the Lord!!!
Darkness covers the land, from six until nine.
Your heart pounds faster, with the passing of time.
There’s a divine energy in the air.
Can’t they all feel it? Don’t they even care??
You whisper a prayer to God, in heaven above…
If he truly is the savior, let it be known by your power and love.
Jesus cries out… and gives up his Spirit!!
All your senses are screaming as you see and hear it!!
Suddenly the temple curtain is torn in two.
You hear startled cries from those around you.
The earth begins to tremble and shake
It’s obvious there’s more than just one life at stake.
The crowd is numbed with fearful shock.
They no longer ridicule, or laughingly mock.
He died alone, in disgrace, in pain-filled agony
…And then you realize… he died instead of me!!!!!!
No, you’ve not been sleeping… this isn’t a dream,
Or a late night T.V. movie scene.
You really did stand at the cross, and so did I.
Our sins were there, as Christ hung on it to die.
The sacrifice has been given… the debts are all paid…
But… has your commitment of love been made??????
That you are standing at the middle cross on the hill.
It’s been a long, and tiring day.
You want to go home…. But, something makes you stay.
You feel so desperately troubled and confused,
While many others are laughing, and simply amused.
You don’t want to stand and stare… but you must.
How could this gentle man cause such a fuss??
Is it possible?? Could he be the Messiah?? God’s Son??
Should you try to help him? Or quickly turn and run?
You never come here to watch men die, in shame and disgust.
No matter what their crimes, it seems so cruel and unjust.
Even the scavengers circle overhead,
Hoping for their chance to torture the dead!!
On the cross to the left you hear the thief moan and swear.
But, you hardly notice him, or even care.
You can’t take your eyes off, this Jesus hanging on the cross..
Or, you strangely fear, you’ll be forever lost.
You look down at your own dusty, sandaled feet.
Then, look at his, with crusty blood, dried from the heat.
You can see his chest move, with every breath he takes.
And the misery and torment at the slightest move he makes.
They beat him, and stoned him, his body is battered and blue
Yet, he whispered, “Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
His arms look as if they are nearly tearing off,
As the nails in his hands painfully hold him on the cross.
A dirty crown of thorns encircles his head.
With each weakening heartbeat trickles a fresh river of red.
You glance at the ground...then quickly, look up into his face!!
Your heart races...You’ve never seen so much love...not any place!!!
The overwhelming peace cannot be ignored,
You suddenly know, without one doubt, he truly is the Lord!!!
Darkness covers the land, from six until nine.
Your heart pounds faster, with the passing of time.
There’s a divine energy in the air.
Can’t they all feel it? Don’t they even care??
You whisper a prayer to God, in heaven above…
If he truly is the savior, let it be known by your power and love.
Jesus cries out… and gives up his Spirit!!
All your senses are screaming as you see and hear it!!
Suddenly the temple curtain is torn in two.
You hear startled cries from those around you.
The earth begins to tremble and shake
It’s obvious there’s more than just one life at stake.
The crowd is numbed with fearful shock.
They no longer ridicule, or laughingly mock.
He died alone, in disgrace, in pain-filled agony
…And then you realize… he died instead of me!!!!!!
No, you’ve not been sleeping… this isn’t a dream,
Or a late night T.V. movie scene.
You really did stand at the cross, and so did I.
Our sins were there, as Christ hung on it to die.
The sacrifice has been given… the debts are all paid…
But… has your commitment of love been made??????
Easter Sonrise by Tana LeMay
The sun is shining with a warmth I can feel on my upturned face. The meadowlarks have returned, filling the air with their happy songs. As I look around, I notice the tiny buds on the tree branches. Spring is here, bursting forth with its beauty and new life.
I can't think of spring without reflecting on Easter. It's significance to me has changed over the years. As a child, it meant a new dress to wear to Easter services, accompanied of course, with matching hat, a white purse, and shiny new shoes. After church, we looked forward to the Easter egg hunt with the grand finale of the Easter basket and all its goodies.
As an adult, Easter has much more meaning - the hope and promise of eternal new life in Christ. The Easter sunrise reflects the rising of the Son, victorious over death, bringing hope to the lost and refreshing the weary. How fitting that we celebrate the glories of rebirth and renewal at a time when the earth is waking up from its winter nap, revealing its new spring clothes.
I can't think of spring without reflecting on Easter. It's significance to me has changed over the years. As a child, it meant a new dress to wear to Easter services, accompanied of course, with matching hat, a white purse, and shiny new shoes. After church, we looked forward to the Easter egg hunt with the grand finale of the Easter basket and all its goodies.
As an adult, Easter has much more meaning - the hope and promise of eternal new life in Christ. The Easter sunrise reflects the rising of the Son, victorious over death, bringing hope to the lost and refreshing the weary. How fitting that we celebrate the glories of rebirth and renewal at a time when the earth is waking up from its winter nap, revealing its new spring clothes.
Hospitality by Julie Short
My first thoughts abut the word hospitality only go towards proving the point that I have about myself: “I am an Odd duck.” I suppose for a moderate to significant number of people hospitality is a positive word, but not to me. I grew up in a world in which I was taught to be “neighborly” which basically means the same thing. However, we were taught that hospitality and entertaining were what the rich and haughty people did with other rich and haughty people. Neighborly was an entirely different concept. According to my family, neighborly meant you didn’t care how much money a person had or where they came from; if they needed help, you opened your door and helped them. If they needed a ride, you crushed together in the cab of your only family vehicle -- an old, broken down, barely running pickup truck with a tiny 2 passenger cab. You sat on your mom’s lab with your head hunched over so it wouldn’t hit the ceiling; while your 6 foot brother scrunched between your dad and mom with groceries and laundry at your feet, just so your dad could pick up a stranger.
If a stranger needed fed you fed them; if they needed a bed you gave them yours. (Even though the part about the bed never really happened with a stranger, I know it’s just because no one wandered that far out in the boonies looking for a place to sleep.)
I liked the concept of being neighborly even though at times it was a bit inconvenient.
To be neighborly also inferred other duties. If a neighbor’s wife/mother went into the hospital, the neighbors would take turns having the husband and kids over for super until she returned home, at which time they would bring food to the house. I thought this was a pretty good deal, until mom went to the hospital and we went to the neighbors. One memorable supper stands out in my mind even some 40 years later. My dad was, what I call, severely strict. Dad told my brother & me before we went into the neighbor’s house, that we must eat everything on our plates and not make a peep. I imagine that terror struck me at that very moment, considering I was a very picky eater and rarely, if ever, ate everything on my plate. But if I wasn’t terrified at that moment, I know I was when the nice neighborly woman scooped up some slimly, stinky, dark green spinach and plopped a heaping spoonful on my plate.
I didn’t yet know the meaning of “Between a rock and a hard place,” but I definitely remember feeling trapped. If I ate the slimly spinach I feared I would throw up right then and there, but if I didn’t eat the spinach I knew I would feel the wrath of my father. He would either thump me on the head or use a belt to my backside or possibly both. I can’t tell you for sure what happened, but I am almost positive I took the thumping.
The other neighborly things to do came when someone in the neighborhood passed away. Someone would go door to door collecting money to order flowers. The men would go and dig the hole at the cemetery and the women would cook food to take to the grieving family.
Today I can think of many people who are wonderful neighbors to others. They open their homes and their hearts to family, friends and even strangers. But as old as I am, I still can’t bring myself to consider them hospitable, because to do so would infer that they are also haughty, and that is the farthest thing from the truth. Old habits (or definitions to words) are hard to break or change. Whatever we call it “hospitality” or “being neighborly” we need to open our hearts and reach out to others.
Reach Out by Julie Short
If a stranger needed fed you fed them; if they needed a bed you gave them yours. (Even though the part about the bed never really happened with a stranger, I know it’s just because no one wandered that far out in the boonies looking for a place to sleep.)
I liked the concept of being neighborly even though at times it was a bit inconvenient.
To be neighborly also inferred other duties. If a neighbor’s wife/mother went into the hospital, the neighbors would take turns having the husband and kids over for super until she returned home, at which time they would bring food to the house. I thought this was a pretty good deal, until mom went to the hospital and we went to the neighbors. One memorable supper stands out in my mind even some 40 years later. My dad was, what I call, severely strict. Dad told my brother & me before we went into the neighbor’s house, that we must eat everything on our plates and not make a peep. I imagine that terror struck me at that very moment, considering I was a very picky eater and rarely, if ever, ate everything on my plate. But if I wasn’t terrified at that moment, I know I was when the nice neighborly woman scooped up some slimly, stinky, dark green spinach and plopped a heaping spoonful on my plate.
I didn’t yet know the meaning of “Between a rock and a hard place,” but I definitely remember feeling trapped. If I ate the slimly spinach I feared I would throw up right then and there, but if I didn’t eat the spinach I knew I would feel the wrath of my father. He would either thump me on the head or use a belt to my backside or possibly both. I can’t tell you for sure what happened, but I am almost positive I took the thumping.
The other neighborly things to do came when someone in the neighborhood passed away. Someone would go door to door collecting money to order flowers. The men would go and dig the hole at the cemetery and the women would cook food to take to the grieving family.
Today I can think of many people who are wonderful neighbors to others. They open their homes and their hearts to family, friends and even strangers. But as old as I am, I still can’t bring myself to consider them hospitable, because to do so would infer that they are also haughty, and that is the farthest thing from the truth. Old habits (or definitions to words) are hard to break or change. Whatever we call it “hospitality” or “being neighborly” we need to open our hearts and reach out to others.
Reach Out by Julie Short
If my body was adorned with piercings,
If I was overweight
Or maybe I smelled a little funny to you;
Perhaps I am poor
Or I talk to myself,
Would you feed me?
Would you quench my thirst?
Would you clothe me?
Invite me to church?
Welcome me?
Sit by me?
Or Talk about me when I leave?
Would you reach out to me?
Sadly, if they were honest most would say No.
But sadder yet,
They would not reach out to those like them.
The truth is some would not
Reach out
At
All.
If I was overweight
Or maybe I smelled a little funny to you;
Perhaps I am poor
Or I talk to myself,
Would you feed me?
Would you quench my thirst?
Would you clothe me?
Invite me to church?
Welcome me?
Sit by me?
Or Talk about me when I leave?
Would you reach out to me?
Sadly, if they were honest most would say No.
But sadder yet,
They would not reach out to those like them.
The truth is some would not
Reach out
At
All.
Company's Coming by Theresa Zuber
I know you’ve been there. Company is coming tonight and the house is a wreck. What do we have time to do? First, let’s gather all the papers on the table and counter and throw them into a clothesbasket. We’ll have to shove the laundry back into the dryer. Then we can put the basket in the extra room. Next, get the feather duster and hit the high spots in the rooms you’ll be in. Shove everything off the bathroom sink into one of the drawers. If the kids really want that stuff, they’ll find it at some point in time. Run the vacuum, spot mop the kitchen and don’t forget to light every candle in the house, preferably the good smelling kind. Retouch your makeup since the sweat (I mean perspiration) has melted it away. Then as your guests arrive, look completely at ease in your comfortable, welcoming home.
Why do we go through this frenzy just to spend the evening with family or friends? Because they might not love us if they know sometimes our house smells; sometimes the table is stacked with ads, junk mail, and bills; sometimes the toilet is not clean; and some days, we have way too much green stuff in the refrigerator!! Okay, maybe “not loving us” is a bit extreme, but we want to make a good impression on our guests.
When you make Jesus Lord of your life, it’s usually done after much “personal house-cleaning.” Many people say, “When I get ____ (fill in the blank) under control, THEN I’ll become a Christian.” We have to have our “house” in order, because… why??? Do we think that Jesus won’t love us/accept us if we do not? Do we think that Jesus is going to be impressed if we do?? Not. Rev. 3:20 “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” (NIV)
We are so excited when we become “spiritually aware.” Don’t get me wrong - that’s great! Often, excitement is the catalyst that propels us in our Christian walk. However, many start out running and then fall down and never get back up. Consistency is the key. Have you ever spent hours cleaning and organizing? Then two days later “it looks like a tornado’s been through here!” Just like our homes, if you don’t tend to your soul, the same thing happens.
Matt 12:43"When an evil] spirit comes out of a man, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.' When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. 45Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation." (NIV)
There was room for the evil spirits to return, because this house was “unoccupied.” Jesus was not invited to stay – only to visit. The key to keeping your home in order is a little work every day, consistently, and you’ll prevent the “city dump” look at your house. In the same way, working every day on your spiritual life, will keep your “spiritual house” in order and running smoothly. Reading scripture, listening to worship music, daily devotionals, and quiet time with God are all good tools for the job. This will help to keep your house “swept clean and put in order,” but - it won’t be unoccupied!
We’re not the only ones, preparing for company. Jesus told his disciples, “John 141"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. 2In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” (NIV) Even Jesus is getting ready for company – you and I. Except, we won’t just be company. We’ve been invited to stay forever. I’m making plans for it, what about you?
Dear Jesus – I can hardly wait to see the place that you are preparing for me. But, in the mean time, I’m trying to keep my spiritual house in order. Forgive me for the times I let worldly clutter crowd you out. Take away any distractions I may have this week. Help me take advantage of opportunitiesyou give me daily for drawing closer to you. And Lord, you don’t need to knock—just come on in!!
Why do we go through this frenzy just to spend the evening with family or friends? Because they might not love us if they know sometimes our house smells; sometimes the table is stacked with ads, junk mail, and bills; sometimes the toilet is not clean; and some days, we have way too much green stuff in the refrigerator!! Okay, maybe “not loving us” is a bit extreme, but we want to make a good impression on our guests.
When you make Jesus Lord of your life, it’s usually done after much “personal house-cleaning.” Many people say, “When I get ____ (fill in the blank) under control, THEN I’ll become a Christian.” We have to have our “house” in order, because… why??? Do we think that Jesus won’t love us/accept us if we do not? Do we think that Jesus is going to be impressed if we do?? Not. Rev. 3:20 “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” (NIV)
We are so excited when we become “spiritually aware.” Don’t get me wrong - that’s great! Often, excitement is the catalyst that propels us in our Christian walk. However, many start out running and then fall down and never get back up. Consistency is the key. Have you ever spent hours cleaning and organizing? Then two days later “it looks like a tornado’s been through here!” Just like our homes, if you don’t tend to your soul, the same thing happens.
Matt 12:43"When an evil] spirit comes out of a man, it goes through arid places seeking rest and does not find it. 44Then it says, 'I will return to the house I left.' When it arrives, it finds the house unoccupied, swept clean and put in order. 45Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they go in and live there. And the final condition of that man is worse than the first. That is how it will be with this wicked generation." (NIV)
There was room for the evil spirits to return, because this house was “unoccupied.” Jesus was not invited to stay – only to visit. The key to keeping your home in order is a little work every day, consistently, and you’ll prevent the “city dump” look at your house. In the same way, working every day on your spiritual life, will keep your “spiritual house” in order and running smoothly. Reading scripture, listening to worship music, daily devotionals, and quiet time with God are all good tools for the job. This will help to keep your house “swept clean and put in order,” but - it won’t be unoccupied!
We’re not the only ones, preparing for company. Jesus told his disciples, “John 141"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. 2In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. 3And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” (NIV) Even Jesus is getting ready for company – you and I. Except, we won’t just be company. We’ve been invited to stay forever. I’m making plans for it, what about you?
Dear Jesus – I can hardly wait to see the place that you are preparing for me. But, in the mean time, I’m trying to keep my spiritual house in order. Forgive me for the times I let worldly clutter crowd you out. Take away any distractions I may have this week. Help me take advantage of opportunitiesyou give me daily for drawing closer to you. And Lord, you don’t need to knock—just come on in!!
Hospitality by Joyce Schafer
Hospitality? Food. That’s the first thing that comes to my mind. I used to love getting ready for company—the baking, cooking and cleaning. (OK, maybe the cleaning wasn’t that much fun.)
Today the cooking and baking aren’t that much fun either. It seems like everyone is on some type of diet: Sugar free, lactose free, low cholesterol, low fat or… chocolate. (That is the choice of some of my female coworkers.)It reminds me of the way some of us Christians lead our lives.
Offering free— We work hard for our money and deserve to spend it on things that make us happy.
Class free—We don’t have time for Bible Study. We learned all that stuff when we were kids.
Low commitment—We show up for church once a month. What else do you expect?
Low accountability—We have been baptized so we are going to heaven. It doesn’t matter how we treat our families and coworkers. Hey, nobody’s perfect.
Then we have those Christians who are like my chocolate-loving friends and want only the best in their lives. These Christians are the ones who are in church on Sunday and in Bible Study during the week. But, it doesn’t stop there. They are also the ones who always find the time to send silly cards to friends who are sick; meet a fellow Christian for prayer when she has a problem; set up tables for church functions; teach children’s classes; help in the nursery; cry with a family when they lose a loved one; and laugh for the sheer joy of knowing God’s love.Oh, yeah, they are always bringing food: to your home after surgery, to church for a funeral dinner, to their family gatherings, to work for birthdays, and the list goes on and on. They never have to brag, “I am a Christian” because their actions speak for them. This, to me, is true hospitality.
Today the cooking and baking aren’t that much fun either. It seems like everyone is on some type of diet: Sugar free, lactose free, low cholesterol, low fat or… chocolate. (That is the choice of some of my female coworkers.)It reminds me of the way some of us Christians lead our lives.
Offering free— We work hard for our money and deserve to spend it on things that make us happy.
Class free—We don’t have time for Bible Study. We learned all that stuff when we were kids.
Low commitment—We show up for church once a month. What else do you expect?
Low accountability—We have been baptized so we are going to heaven. It doesn’t matter how we treat our families and coworkers. Hey, nobody’s perfect.
Then we have those Christians who are like my chocolate-loving friends and want only the best in their lives. These Christians are the ones who are in church on Sunday and in Bible Study during the week. But, it doesn’t stop there. They are also the ones who always find the time to send silly cards to friends who are sick; meet a fellow Christian for prayer when she has a problem; set up tables for church functions; teach children’s classes; help in the nursery; cry with a family when they lose a loved one; and laugh for the sheer joy of knowing God’s love.Oh, yeah, they are always bringing food: to your home after surgery, to church for a funeral dinner, to their family gatherings, to work for birthdays, and the list goes on and on. They never have to brag, “I am a Christian” because their actions speak for them. This, to me, is true hospitality.
Ask Marsha Stewmart! by Susan Shull
Dear Marsha,
I would love to practice the gift of hospitality-you know, have people over for nice meals and good conversation and stuff like they do on TV-but my house is a disaster. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes and I can barely see my countertops for all the clutter. I’d be embarrassed to death to have anyone over. What can I do?
Just-a-wreck in Jasper County
Dear Just-a-wreck in Jasper County,
Now honey-get a grip! Your guests are coming to your home to spend time with you and your lovely family-not to inspect your kitchen! Everyone knows it is hard to keep everything spic and span when you have little kids running wild excitedly exploring the world around them! Unload the dishwasher first thing each morning (if you don’t have one, follow Dave Ramsey’s advice and have your husband get a second job delivering pizzas. He’ll earn enough in no time to buy you your family one.) Force yourself to fill it up as you go through the day. Never leave a dish in the sink to begin with. Now, try this trick I learned from my very own mother-in-law. Buy the largest dishpan you can find and put it under your sink. Anytime your dishwasher is full, stack the dirty dishes in the pan under the sink. Viola! Your guests will never know they are drinking from the only clean glasses in the house!
We’ll talk about the rest of that clutter another time!
Ciao—Marsha
I would love to practice the gift of hospitality-you know, have people over for nice meals and good conversation and stuff like they do on TV-but my house is a disaster. The sink is piled high with dirty dishes and I can barely see my countertops for all the clutter. I’d be embarrassed to death to have anyone over. What can I do?
Just-a-wreck in Jasper County
Dear Just-a-wreck in Jasper County,
Now honey-get a grip! Your guests are coming to your home to spend time with you and your lovely family-not to inspect your kitchen! Everyone knows it is hard to keep everything spic and span when you have little kids running wild excitedly exploring the world around them! Unload the dishwasher first thing each morning (if you don’t have one, follow Dave Ramsey’s advice and have your husband get a second job delivering pizzas. He’ll earn enough in no time to buy you your family one.) Force yourself to fill it up as you go through the day. Never leave a dish in the sink to begin with. Now, try this trick I learned from my very own mother-in-law. Buy the largest dishpan you can find and put it under your sink. Anytime your dishwasher is full, stack the dirty dishes in the pan under the sink. Viola! Your guests will never know they are drinking from the only clean glasses in the house!
We’ll talk about the rest of that clutter another time!
Ciao—Marsha
Hospitali-tea by Marla Galloway
This past weekend I witnessed a great example of hospitality from a five year old. Marina had a tea party with her “friend,” an American Girl doll named Katie. She opened her basket and removed all the necessary utensils and laid out a saucer and cup for the two of them. She stirred the “tea” with her little spoon, poured it and offered Katie the “bread” that I had “buttered.” All the while, Marina chattered away while Katie sat silently, of course. After they were done, Marina picked up the dishes “washed” them and put them properly back in the basket. It reminded me that even a child grasps the concept of hospitality- sharing and generosity. These are often instinctive traits that are honed over the years.
I am also reminded of a couple of other things,
-always clean up after yourself
-and much like Katie, when someone else is talking, it’s sometimes best to just be quiet!
I am also reminded of a couple of other things,
-always clean up after yourself
-and much like Katie, when someone else is talking, it’s sometimes best to just be quiet!
Just One More by Donna Ensign Woods
Ever since I was a little girl I've heard my Mother say many times...."There's always room for one more".......I thought that sounded like a good poem topic for hospitality. This poem reflects the way I "want" to be and the way I "want" my home to be....something I will forever struggle to accomplish....
Whoever comes to my front door...
There's always room for just one more.
Come on in and warm your feet,
Next to the fire's crackling heat.
Supper is ready, come let's eat.
I've one more chair, so have a seat.
A hot bowl of soup and sweet ice tea
I made extra, so you could join me.
Fresh baked cookies and coffee hot,
To gently warm that empty spot.
May burdens be lifted as you enter my door...
There's always room for just one more.
Whether it's laughter, with a story to share...
Or you need a shoulder and someone to care.
My home...a place of love and rest
I pray you'll be refreshed and blessed.
A comfy quilt and a feather bed,
With a fluffy pillow to rest your head.
I choose to make room for just one more...
It may be the Lord, knocking at my door.
Whoever comes to my front door...
There's always room for just one more.
Come on in and warm your feet,
Next to the fire's crackling heat.
Supper is ready, come let's eat.
I've one more chair, so have a seat.
A hot bowl of soup and sweet ice tea
I made extra, so you could join me.
Fresh baked cookies and coffee hot,
To gently warm that empty spot.
May burdens be lifted as you enter my door...
There's always room for just one more.
Whether it's laughter, with a story to share...
Or you need a shoulder and someone to care.
My home...a place of love and rest
I pray you'll be refreshed and blessed.
A comfy quilt and a feather bed,
With a fluffy pillow to rest your head.
I choose to make room for just one more...
It may be the Lord, knocking at my door.
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