Category Archives: 100 Days
“When He giveth quietness…”
The quietness of tonight – the moon rising between the trees around our driveway – the soft lights of the patio – made for the perfect evening. The clouds had finally cleared a way for me to see the moon and enjoy it for a short time – at least until the mosquitoes got a little too nippy.
It was a busy day. Best of all – I think I’m in love with my new computer. It is smaller. The key action seems perfect for aging fingers. The transition was relatively easy. Bad thing?
I still can’t access my files.
The I’ve been in the midst of re-writing some blog posts from a couple years ago that cover a 1942 prayer journey called “Rations 100 Days”. The messages appear timeless, and just like the first time I spent 100 days in prayer over this booklet, the “rations” seem to speak to my life in 2019.
God winks and gratitude fills my eyes with happy tears.
“When He giveth quietness, who then can make trouble?”~Job 34:29
These tiny “rations”, tailored made to ride in a military pocket, were written when a new war was tearing apart the world once again. A war that killed more than we want to remember. There are many numbers in this life that we choose to ignore – those killed driving a car or killed mining for lithium or killed in abortion or killed in natural disasters. It is a world filled with selfishness, division, danger and strife. But today’s “ration” reminds its reader that all of it – all the narcissism, fear, hatred and tribulation – is external when we know the Father. And when we turn the chaos over to Him on a daily basis we find His peace – even though we might need to do this on a minute-to-minute basis.
“Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on Him.”~Is 26:3
Carbonite is still running in the background. 8 hours of downloading and sitting at only 15%. Dang – I have a lot of stuff stored on my computers and even when it is done, I will probably have to call to have them help me access it all easily. I’m fairly tech oriented but not at all savy. Especially will miss my files again when I go to attach a picture or two to this post. Then again, it is just an external annoyance as the “ration” author pointed out so many years ago.
That gift of inner peace – well it has been with me all day as I got a hug from one of my GCA students – laughed with a friend in a phone conversation – “talked” with several OH friends who wanted to remind me how loved I am – and had a Father who pulled aside the clouds for the Lab girls and me to watch the “almost” full moon rise in the East.
Rations for 100 Days may have been written almost 80 years ago, but just like the “Book of Life”, its message still circles me and enriches my life beyond measure.
“I am leaving you with a gift—peace of mind and heart. And the peace I give is a gift the world cannot give. So don’t be troubled or afraid.”~Jn 14:27
Pictures of Marines are all over the place on social media. Just as they should be since it is the birthday of the Marines Corps. Tomorrow is Veterans Day, and I know, there will be tons more posts of service men – as it should be.
I am thankful that my dad was both. He wrote a postcard home as he traveled to Parris Island. He was 26 years old, and he sounds every inch of it in this one sentence: “I’m sitting in Union Station waiting on the train, I’m headed for Parris Island Marine Corps. I’m an honest to goodness Marine.”
“…Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do
not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.”~Josh 1:9
He left behind a wife, a son, a dog, and a twinkle that would be born six years later. No easy communication devices. No cameras snapping a multitude of pictures. So there were letters……lots of letters. Mom and dad had a suitcase full. A suitcase that a youngster once opened and started reading.
I don’t think I sat down for a week.
Years later, Mom had me read a few of those letters to her when her body had started to break, and she developed Macular Degeneration. A few years after that, my brother and I decided that those treasured memories were theirs and not the world’s. I did keep a few of them though – especially the ones that had poetry my father wrote just for mom. Mom was a singer, so she would write song lyrics to him. She would tell him that all he had to do was listen, and he would hear her singing to him.
Pretty romantic stuff. No wonder the twinkle became a dream come true for them, and a pain-in-the-butt for her big brother.
“The LORD is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer; My God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; My shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold and my refuge; My savior, Thou dost save me from violence. “I call upon the LORD, who is worthy to be praised; And I am saved from my enemies.”~2 Sam 22:2-4
A while back I spent 100 Days writing about the little devotion booklet called “100 Rations”. Dad carried it with him to China and back home. His pocket-sized New Testament still sits on the book shelf behind my desk. He taught me to sing the Marine hymn almost as soon as I could talk. And while I haven’t been able to do it for years beyond memory, once upon a time, I could stand from a cross legged sitting position without even having to think about it.
Veterans are a blessing in this country. Men and women who are willing to sacrifice their time and comforts to protect and serve the rest of us – even unto death. It reminds me that Yeshua did the same thing – only He did it for the whole world.
Gratitude is an attitude. Everyday I need to be thankful for what Veterans have done for me. Thankful for what Christ did for me. I can almost hear my father’s voice reading the last sentence on the postcard: “So here we go. I miss you very much with lots of love and kisses. Boyd”
Love and kisses to all the Veterans and Marines out there tonight. Sweet dreams and thank you for blessing this country – each and every one of you who are reading this and those who are reading over my shoulder from a heavenly perch.
“Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.”~Jn 15:13
August 8th seems like a way long time ago. Seasons changed. The hubby had a birthday. The daughters had wedding anniversaries. A President was chosen. A super-duper moon rose and set. A 100 Day prayer journey is complete.
Reading these 1942 Daily Rations gave me an insight into the world my parents occupied. It reminded me there was a formality that we rarely see or hear any more. It taught me that Jehovah-Nissi’s words carry eternity in their syllables and if the reader’s eye are open – wisdom in the nuance.
This journey began as a spur-of-the-moment thought – a God-wink moment as I like to refer to them. And here’s the next quinky-dink-God-wink – it is 12 days till Advent. Now I believe that means – I will either get 12 days of rest – kick back – read a book or two – eat bon-bons, or my Abba is about to open up a door to some new library of wisdom that He wants me to find.
In any case, I’ve tucked Rations 100 Days into its new home. I’ve written the wisdom that I found into my heart, and for now – I’m waiting. A little nervous. A little excited. A whole lot blessed.
1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘Behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots.’~II Kings 6:17
“Read: II Kings 6:8-17
“The prophet’s servant could not see the horses and chariots. He saw only the hosts of Syria and was frightened. But Eisha saw the host in the sky. Every religious man sees such things all the while. The skies are full of waiting reinforcements. Spiritual reserves are ready to hand to supplement his inadequate powers. It is the heart of our belief in God. There is an invisible Ally on the field of battle. There is a spirit of good will in the natural and moral forces of the universe. ‘Most men,’ writes Sir Francis Younghusband, ‘ and particularly men of action, are deeply conscious of the presence of some Unseen Force at work in the world, and what they have felt has filled them with a conviction that the power makes for righteousness.’ Such a conviction makes one feel equal to anything that may happen to him.
I have a tiny journal that I got in 2012. It has George Washington’s name on the front and a replica of the compass that he used throughout his life. Maybe that is why I don’t really use it as a journal. I have bigger books for that chore. This one is more of a — hmmmm —- this one is more of a – – – a salt collector.
It sits by my chair and has some crazy random thoughts spread throughout it. A few doodles of my swirling thoughts. Starts of poems that never found completion. Prayer shawls that I wove in words of love and tears. Treasure gems of thought. Quotes of note. Bible verses that hold my feet steady on His path. And tomorrow night, after I type the last Ration, I will tuck my daddy’s 1942 Ration booklet into a pocket on its back cover.
There are still many to pages to fill in my salt journal. Elohim reminded me tonight that I that I drifted a little off course the past couple years and need to focus. The best part, He opened the clouds tonight just enough for a moon to peek through. What a blessing. I got to see the super-duper moon and of course, this tiny prayer made its way into my heart.
“I see the moon and the moon sees me,
And the moon sees the ones that I can’t see.
God bless the moon, and God bless me,
And God bless the ones that I can’t see.”
1942 Daily Ration: “Freedom is never a good thing unless he is good that has it.’~Alfred the Great.
‘As free, and not using your freedom for a cloak of wickedness but as bondservants of God.’~1 Peter 2:16
“September 17 is the anniversary of the Constitution of the united States of America. For over 150 years ours as been a Government of law rather than of men. God grant that it may so continue! But if it does we must get right concerning law. We can make or break or keep law; but enforce law we cannot. As Joseph Parker wrote, “Law-making may be reduced to a science; but law-keeping comes out of the heart.”
“A commencement speaker asked: ‘How long will America last? Ten years? A hundred years” A thousand years?’ The answer is written in our attitude towards the truth of a newspaper comment: ‘Patriotism is not talking in a certain way; it is living in a certain way.’
Read: Galatians 5:13-26
Prayer: We bless thee again and again, our God, for the privilege of American citizenship. Remind us of the fact that as a Government we are still in the experimental stage. The world has not yet had full proof that a nation can both govern itself and live. We would give that demonstration. May we, therefore, so live that every good thing in America shall be strengthened and every bad things weakened. In the name of the King of all kings, even Jesus Christ, our Lord. Amen.” [google image]
There are times when I wish I could live in two places at one time. Or – work on two projects at the same time. Or – clean the house and read a book at the same time. Does someone own a transporter or a robot?
As it is, a lot of the time, I wonder where the day goes. I am busy. I don’t sit on my duff, eating bon-bons and reading a book all day. Hmmm – but now that I think about it, that does sound like an awesome way to spend a day.
This was just one of those days were I can’t point at anything and say, “There, that’s done.” Instead, there are still a million things I want to accomplish for the holidays, such as…decide how to decorate this quirky new home, write an early Christmas letter to let everyone know our new address, work on Christmas stockings for the NC crew, and figure out what special thing I can do for the MI, OH and NY crews.
Instead, as I watch the candles come on tonight and the clouds move in to obscure the maybe-once-in-a-lifetime super moon…again, I look around my home, and all I see is just a little work here – a little there, and whoa – how am I going to get all of this done?
“And when we do what is good, let it not be tedious to us, for there shall be a time when we reap, and that will not be tedious to us.”~Gal 6:9
This verse sang inside me tonight as I was wimping out and whining to myself. God seems to like to stick it to me when I want to go in the corner and just sleep away all the things that are in front of me. On top of that, He planted today’s Ration in this book way back in 1942 for me to read tonight.
Good one, Father. Got the hint. Going to pray for the church, our country, our leaders, my prayer list and get busy again. Who can argue with a Father, Son and Holy Spirit who laugh and sing as they scoop you out of the corner and help you organize yourself enough to start again.
I got this- – -better yet- – -Jehovah-Saboath has got me.
1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘Lord, make me to know mine end.’~Ps 39:4
Read: Psalm 40:7-17
“A worthy finish is better tan a good beginning. The prizes of life are never bestowed on those who make a good start, but on those who win in the finals.
“Some people make a brilliant showing in the early stage of a contest Everything seems in their favor, and they are far ahead of other competitors. But they are unequal to long, sustained effort, and they grow disinterested, lose sight of their goal, and begin to lag. Others get a bad start and labor under terrific handicaps, but by persistent effort, by seizing every advantage and never losing sight of the goal, they finish triumphantly.
“Some grow weary in well-doing early in life; others quit after long and arduous struggle; many a worthy life goes down to defeat in the last stage of the struggle.
“Not how we begin, but how we end, counts. The crown of life is promised only to those that are faithful unto death.
“Prayer: Save us, dear Father, from an ignoble end. Save us from the fate of having years of commendable living spoiled through final surrender to weariness, discouragement, or growing indifference. Grant us strength to maintain our high standards right up to the end of the struggle. In Christ’s name. Amen.” [google images]
Okay – this Ration has been sitting on my computer for 3 hours . I’ve read it at least 4 times I’ve eaten a really worthless but very good supper – enjoyed 1 long phone call with a friend – watched 1 Christmas movie and taken 2 romps with the girls…I don’t think I can stall any longer. I need to finish tonight’s ration before the computer loses it and I have to start all over.
Ooooo – I think I need some cheese and maybe some wine.
Noooooo – “Get behind me, Satan! You are a stumbling block to me; you do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.”~Matt 16:23
Imagine you are hearing a long deep breath, shuddering sigh because that is exactly what I just did.
Actually, I seem to have been saying that short little phrase “Get behind me, Satan” since I opened my eyes this morning.
“Stay in bed a little longer.” (Repeat above phrase here)
“You don’t have to do those stretches” (Repeat said phrase again)
“Go ahead, you can buy that. Put it on the card.” (You know what to do here)
Got it? It has been one of those days when I was not an “appreciator” as today’s Ration tells us. Instead of looking around and just enjoying every step of His day, I’ve whined and cried and mumbled about – the massive number of bikers taking up most of the road while I was trying to get to town – the long line at the grocery store – being monetarily poor at holiday time – avoiding holiday craft shows- – –
Obviously, not an appreciator.
So I went back to the Ration. It said Read, so – I read.
“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy …being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”~Phil 1:3-6
I definitely hadn’t done that today. Hmmmm…hmmm…hmmm…as my knees painfullly find the floor of my warroom, I know how to change this day around. Mumbled prayers for others and the peace returns – the love of the girls radiates their contentment and love through my closet doorway – a piece of wisdom filters through the foggy sin barrier and reminds me why Jesus was such an appreciator of each person he encountered – they were all His children – each and every one. So I pray on…
“And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.”~Phil 1:9-11
1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘When Jesus saw him.’~John 5:6
“Read: Philippians 1:1-11
“Bishop William A. Quayle used to say to the pastors in this conference, ‘The world needs appreciators.’ By this he meant men and women who see beyond the unpromising surface of life into the depths, where capacities for beauty and goodness reveal themselves to the sympathetic eye.
“All great souls have been great appreciators, to be able to see only the debased and ugly is the mark of littleness. The men and women to whom Paul sends greetings in his letters were ‘ordinary people,’ so we would say. But Paul’s greatness as a Christian leader is largely found in the fact that he discovered possibilities of usefulness for the Kingdom in lives that appeared only mediocre.
“The greatest appreciator that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that ever lived was Jesus. He knew the evil that was in man, and did not discount the power of sin. But he also saw beyond the offensive exterior to something nobler that might be. He was so sure that it would respond to the appeal of confident good will that he based his kingdom, not on force but on love. The closer we live to him, the more of the divine we shall see in our fellow men.
“Prayer: Touch our eyes and awaken our hearts, O Christ, that we may see in the people with whom we associate today the finer and nobler elements of life which lie beneath the surface. Amen. [google images]
“Freedom is not free”. A popular idiom on days like today. It is Veterans Day. Originally, Armistice Day. A day to celebrate the peace achieved at the end of the “War to End All Wars” – WWI. This changed in 1954 when the powers-that-be recognized that the world was not only still on fire – but flaming up almost constantly somewhere. It is, however, one of the few national holidays that is still celebrated on its original date.
“A Mrs. Powel of Philadelphia asked Benjamin Franklin, “Well, Doctor, what have we got, a republic or a monarchy?” With no hesitation whatsoever, Franklin responded, “A republic, if you can keep it.”
200 years later, the republic still stands – mostly thanks to the veterans who continually stood in the gap with only their “sacred honor” as their shield when the homeland was threatened. Growing up in the post WWII era, the veterans of WWII were the mentoring generation of my own. They were my teachers, church leaders, store owners, factory workers, community leaders. They were the people I wanted to be when I grew up.
“The price of freedom is eternal vigilance.”~President Thomas Jefferson
It is my hope that as our nation heals from this last election cycle, which – sad to say – was a different type of war, we will look to our Veterans for leadership. They understand sacrifice. They understand that freedom is not on any level free. They understand what it takes to defend a republic. They understand “sacred honor” to the depth of their core.
“I consider it an indispensible duty to close this last solemn act of my official life by commending the interests of our dearest country to the protection of Almighty God and those who have the superintendence of them into his Holy keeping.”~General George Washington at Valley Forge
God bless our Veterans.
1942 Daily Ration: Read: 1 Corinthians 10:23-33
” ‘Whether therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.’~1 Cor 10:31
“Real religion is not something we can put off and on like our Sunday clothes It is something that is mixed in with life itself in all its contacts and concerns The faith we hold is something that should hold us.
“Life is made up mostly of monotonies, doing same thing over and over again. And the really important work is done upon these humbler levels. It is in our life’s simplicities, not alone its splendors, we should think of the glory of God.
“How do e treat our friends? How do we conduct ourselves before the eyes of little children? How do we go about the day’s routine? How do we stand up against the head winds, or to what are quite as perilous, sunshine and gentle breezes?
“After a few years it will not matter whether we ruled an army or an industry. What will matter then, eternally, is whether we ruled our spirit and were faithful in the little ways of life and found God’s glory in the commonplaces of the earth.
The stars are bright tonight, but that is just because the moon isn’t visible yet. Later tonight, I probably won’t be able to see many stars at all. It was that way last night, and as we get closer to Monday, the stars’ brilliance will only fade. A 2nd super moon is on its way.
October had a super moon. December will have another super moon. However – it is November’s super moon that holds a spot in the record books because it will be closer to the earth than normal. In fact, it hasn’t been this close since 1948.
God said.“Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night. And let them be for signs and for seasons, and for days and years…”~Gen 1:14 Rabbi Yeshua repeated, “And there shall be signs in the sun, and in the moon, and in the stars…’~Lk 21:25
I get excited about such simple things. A huge moon above me. A drop of rain on the dogs’ coats. Tiny pink roses beside me as I type. Three bushes that I plopped in the ground today. They are the signs that Our Father’s love in everything He created. They are also a sign that something special just might lie ahead.
A star that shone 2000+ years ago was a sign. Many of us grew up with that little bit of history and never questioned it, but in reality, that star was noticed only by a few. It is hindsight that makes it so easy for us to see and accept.
I wonder if the people in Israel and the world noticed that super bright star? I’m sure they were busy with concerns of life, family, love, fear, war, occupation, the impoverished, the down trodden, the human slave trafficking, a ruler they don’t like- just like we are today. Did they shrug it off – justify it in their minds someway or another?
I guess it boils down to this, I I just don’t want to be like most of those people in Israel and the world who missed the sign that the Messiah had come to earth. I want to be the goose who lined the manger who her downy feathers – the shepherds who heard angels and didn’t run the other way – the wisemen who followed a star into the unknown in search of a king they did not know and to a country where they were strangers.
I want to be that person.
1942 Daily Ration: ” ‘I know thy works, that thou are neither cold nor hot; I would thou wert cold or hot.’~Rev 3:15
“To much of our Christian living can be summed up by stating the things we do not do. We don’t kill, lie, steal or commit a thousand other heinous crimes. With Marguerite Wilkinson we must describe our lives by saying:
‘“I never cut my neighbor’s throat;
My neighbor’s gold I never stole;
I never spoiled his house and land;
But God have mercy on my soul!
‘For I am haunted night and day
By all the deeds I have not done;
O unattempted loveliness!
O costly valor never won!
“All the deeds I have not done”– – -will that be our burden at the close of day? God grant that positive, forward-looking love may control us today, and that active, costly service may mask our living.
“Then said Jesus unto his disciples, ‘If any man would come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and lollow me.’~Matt 16:24
“Read: John 12:1-8
“Prayer: We have not served Thee as we ought,
Alas, the duties left undone,
The work with little fervor wrought,
The battles lost or scarcely won!
Lord, give the zeal, and give the might,
When I started this journey of 100 days, I did not think of when it would end. After all, a hundred days is a long time, and I’m not that good at math to boot. I do know that when I missed a couple of days because of a short sisterly vacay, God’s nudge was notable not to just start up where I left off. Instead – I was supposed to double up until I was back on track.
I didn’t like that. Typing one daily Ration takes a few minutes depending on how long it is (I’m a fairly good typist thanks to a mother who insisted on typing class back in the day). Typing a second Ration doubles that time.
Yet – here we are. 7 days of Rations left after a turmultuous election cycle. 7 days of healing thoughts sent from 1942 to us. 7 days to notice how each Ration seems so strongly related to our current days’ events.
Today’s Ration is no exception as it talks about how we should find the true measure of the “pilot”. I find the symbolism of this Ration very potent in light of today’s events. We ‘pilot’ our lives. We teach our kids to be ‘co-pilots’ in our cars. And now – new person will “pilot” this nation. Or hopefully – they will “co-pilot” this nation and let The True Pilot guide us safely through the next four years.
Rabbi Yeshua always taught with parables. I think He still does.
“For there are these three things that endure: Faith, Hope and Love, but the greatest of these is Love.” ~1 Cor 13:13
1942 Daily Ration: “Read: Luke 4:31-43
“I must preach the kingdom of God to other cities also; for therefore am I sent.”~Luke 4:43
“If you were to examine a pilot of one of the great air liners, you would never ask him how long he has been a pilot. You would say, ‘Sir, how many hours in the air have you?’ The true measure of a pilot is hours of flying. Hours on the ground may be spent telling friends what he would like to do when and if, but hours in the air mean ability, experience and competency.
“This same truth applies for a good father, mother, merchant, writer, doctor, lawyer, or minister. Your experience starts when you begin to do the thing you are now talking about.
“Was it not this that made Jesus a blessing to the needy and the hungry? ‘He went about doing good,’ Folks never saw him standing on the corner talking about the thing he was going to do on the morrow. When men saw Jesus, he was putting in hours of labor. . .flying time.
“The challenge of this day is for more men and women and youth to build up flying time. It is not how many years you have been a Christian that counts with your Lord. It is how many hours you have spent practicing the teachings of the Christ….His prayer should be our prayer. ‘…I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.’~John 17:4
Whenever I walk somewhere – songs ramble through my brain. I don’t know if it is the rhythm of the steps that brings a song to my mind or if it is just my mind reverting to those early days of walking and singing just for the sheer joy of singing. Today it was this one.
“I like the United States of America.
I like the way we all live without fear.
I like to vote for my choice, speak my mind, raise my voice,
Yes I like it here.
I like the United States of America.
I am thankful each day of the year.
For I can do as I please, ’cause I’m free as the breeze,
Yes I like it here.
I like to climb to the top of the mountain so high,
Lift my head to the sky,
And say how grateful am I
For the way that I’m working, and helping, and giving,
And doing the things I hold dear.
Yes I like it, I like it, I like it here.”
Way, way back in time, I memorized this little ditty and never forgot it. Today when it popped into my mind, I felt the breath of that little girl again. That 50’s world where faith, hope and love were a little more tangible made me smile.
It is a good day to smile. A good day to practice faith, hope and love.
1942 Daily Rations: [Continuation of a British mother’s letter during the war] Read: St. John 3:12-16
” ‘For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.’ ~St. John 3:16
“So arm yourself against mental suffering at the horrors you will see, by a serene courageous attitude of mind.
“Don’t regard the killed as lost men, nor crippled as defeated men, nor the bankrupt as afflicted men. These are the fears of puny hearts incapable of looking up at the starlit heavens and reading the signature of God.
“You will face destruction of this temporary body, and that is the leat of your troubles. Because death is nothing. Not even the loss of the pleasure of living.
“You will walk through a gate and you will go on. I don’t even pray you should be spared this because i would not feel that I had lost you. A temporary separation, that is all.
“Don’t be afraid of fear. . .It’s man’s deepest instinct, and a spur to brave men. Relax and pray. Reach out for the source of all life, all courage, all good, and a Hand will lead you through the dark. I don’t say this to give you any false comfort. It is true—true. I have proved it—and I know.”
“Prayer: O Lord, we pray thee to have mercy upon all who are this day wounded and suffering. Though kindred and friends be far away, let thy grace be their comfort. Raise them to health again, if it be thy good pleasure; but chiefly give them patience and faith in thee; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.” [google images]