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GRATITUDE ATTITUDE 2019 #2

“All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.”~2 Cor 4:15

The words have started to rumble about getting their say in my life. They have been passive for quite a while, biding their time, waiting to emerge, and that was okay – for a while. Somehow they know that putting one foot in front of another takes a lot of focus which oft leaves the body just plained tuckered out at times, and the mind somewhat befuddled at other times. So the words waited.

Until today.

Well – – – actually – – – they started the clamoring last night.

They bugged me, but I ignored them because – well – I fell asleep. What can I say?

The body was a little weary.
Heart was a little teary.
Eyes were a little bleary.
Mind was a bunch leary.

After all – – – what could be so important that the words wanted to say, and I wasn’t sure i was up to the task of lining them all up in some kind of cohesive order?

It has been a long couple of weeks with every day more blessed than the last. Days filled with things that needed to be learned, accomplished, and enjoyed. Got to admit, I’m pretty good at getting that first two parts – it is what teachers do. Go in the class. Teach. Observe. Absorb wisdom from what I’ve missed – what I need to do next time. But lately, I’ve missed that last part.

ENJOY.

A little word. An important word.

“But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you.”~Jn 14:26

Enjoying that blessing of “doing” – whatever it is – just enjoying the blessing of “doing”. Somehow – seeing it in print makes it seems obvious and simple. Yet – for me – lately – just putting one foot in front of another has kept me from the blessing of what we were created to actually do – ENJOY. 

Enjoy this temporary garden that He created after we screwed up.
Enjoy the wait.
Enjoy the process.
Enjoy the sweat.
Enjoy the tears.
Enjoy the planning.
Enjoy the people.
Enjoy the journey.
Enjoy His presence, His light, His laughter, His smile at watching me stumble and fall and cry and lift myself up just so He can hug me even closer.

ENJOY.

The Holy Spirit kicked me this morning with a simple song. A song that I loved to sing with my family’s small church choir long ago. It is probably the first choir that started my love of choral music. Anyway – as I was doing this, that and the other thing on my to-do list of the day – the Moses Hogan Chorale started singing: “Let us break bread together on our knees…” and I found myself singing, crying and listening.

The Holy Spirit is like that when He gets a tight hold of my ears and heart. The voice in the choir began to sound more like my mom just as it had sung those same words in my ears year after year. The words – the lyrics – long dormant in some recess of my mind – were brought forth as if they were always at my tongue’s tip. The joy of singing in mixed formation as the harmonics overwhelmed me and went beyond the ears, flowing into the eternal consciousness that always encircles me when I participate in choral music.

“Enjoy this day that the LORD hath made. Enjoy the tribulation. Enjoy the work. Enjoy the refining and molding fire. Enjoy the process. Enjoy the sweat – the tears – the laughter – Enjoy the words that push their way forward – the blessings of all things for indeed,” the Holy Spirit whispered in my heart – “He is there – He is here – He never leaves or forsakes – He is faithful in all His promises – He is Your Father and He wants to see you smile.”

“Let us praise God together on our knees, (on our knees)
Let us praise God together on our knees. (on our knees)
When I fall on my knees with my face to the rising sun,
O Lord, have mercy if you please. (if you please)”  75407655_10156713434853549_5688404572591095808_n

ONE SONG AFTER ANOTHER

Moved 8 loads of mulch.
Cleaned and moved many things in garage.
Stung by 2 wasps.
Bitten by 1 spider.
Given up counting mosquito bites.
Matted eyes due to allergies.
Sang along with songs playing in my head.
BUT…
Tools moved to shed. Freezer is moved into the house. Kitchen is re-arranged and fairly clean. Whew!! I’m so ready for the Sabbath.
 
“Standing, standing…”
 
At the beginning of summer, I could not have rearranged the garage or moved that freezer by myself. The only thing I couldn’t do was get the stupid door off its hinges, so I called on one of my wonderful neighbors to help. Walla – door off. Cleaned areas I hadn’t seen for three years and decided to change everything else. Room-by-room the house is becoming a new creation.
 
“Standing, standing…”
 
The house is not the only thing being made new. Ryndiyah (10 year old lab girl) is running and keeping up with Koayah (7 year old lab girl). It has been a long time since I’ve seen both of them running and playing like puppies, and yet – everyday they are tearing through the woods in pursuit of an orange ball, jumping on the bed to wake me up in the morning, or throwing themselves on the grass just to squiggle on their backs. Unless I leave, they still are not more than a few feet from me at any time of the day, and are waiting at the door, balls in their mouths when I get home.
 
“Standing on the promises of Christ my King
Through eternal ages let his praises ring…”
 
This summer has had 30+ days of 90 degrees and high humidity. So I’m definitely ready for a “new” weather pattern to bless us with cooler weather. Then I see all the pollinators buzzing around the flowers. Humming birds emptying out the feeders in record time. A rare moment to sit on the patio swing and soak in the quiet blessings of the heat at the end of the day. While close by, Shadow-Spooky-Sparkle traps another bug or frog or lizard as she says, “Meow, meow” and I answer, “Meow, m’ow”. Somehow, the hot summer isn’t so bad, and I relax even more, closing my eyes, swinging back and forth, back and forth.
 
“Glory in the highest, I will shout and sing
Standing on the promises of God.”
 
School kicks into high gear next week. Meetings. Rooms to get ready. Visions to turn into lesson plans. Books to catalogue. Decorations to enhance bare walls. Prayers to circle around the room and the students that will come the next week. August is here. Can Fall be far behind?
 
“For all of God’s promises have been fulfilled in Christ with a resounding “Yes!” And through Christ, our “Amen” (which means “Yes”) ascends to God for his glory.”~2 Cor 1:20
 
It is amazing what can be accomplished when “Standing on the promises of Christ the King.” All of a sudden, I find myself: “Praising my Savior all the day long. This is my story, this is my song. Praising my Savior all the day long…”
 
Just one song after another.

KA-CHING

The aging or gender app has certainly brought a lot more “seniors” into my feed this week. It has also made me laugh to see my kids look older than I do – at least in my eyes I still look pretty nifty for being in my 69th year. (Hmmm…did I just date myself by using the word “nifty”?)

“Even to your old age and gray hairs
I AM He, I am He who will sustain you.
I have made you and I will carry you;
I will sustain you and I will rescue you.”~Is 46:4

Monday was a ka-ching kind of day. Moved 6 loads of mulch. Walked the dogs, or should I say, played ball with the dogs as they lost said ball in the woods 2 times, and I had to go help them find it. Walking them is always a ka-ching adventure – especially when they get excited and try to knock me over trying to get the ball first.

Then it was time for the wonderful, always-look-forward-to yearly check-up with my specialist for blood tests and all the awesome things they have on a medical checklist for the elders of our culture. I am not about to list it all here, but let me say – my doctor is thorough. Everytime I go in he spends a good half hour with me but this time – all he could say as he left was “Whatever you’re doing, keep doing it! I wish I could see the turn around in all my patients like you’ve made.”

Ka-ching! Ka-ching!

Take that tick disease. It may still be in the background (along with that “wonderful” mono virus that I got in high school), but for now – it was a jump-up-and-down, smile-on-my-face, ka-ching day.

“Even in old age they will still produce fruit; 
they will remain vital and green. 
They will declare, “The LORD is just!
He is my rock!
There is no evil in Him!”~Ps 92:14-15

Yesterday, was also full. Walk. Dogs. Mulch (just four loads today as I am almost out of this load of mulch, and it is way too hot to want to do more – even at 7 AM in the morning). Met a couple friends for lunch and just enjoyed some laughing and learning new things.

When I got home, the dogs were ready to walk again – even in the heat. I love my neighborhood. It is like a very small version of the town I grew up in so long ago. Neighbors call out greetings and sometimes just stop their trucks to chat for awhile. Others mow my roadside grass because they know I don’t have a riding mower. Others play with the lab girls when we meet on our walks. So yesterday as a thank you, I made refrigerator pickles, and in a couple of days will deliver them.

Ka-ching, Ka-ching, Ka-ching.

“But on this forty-eighth birthday I opened the coloring book, and someone had erased all the beautifully drawn lines.”~Lysa Terkeurst, p73.

And then there was today. It was a hard day. Old things popped up that made me reflective. Thoughts strayed and that made me sadder. So I took a nap. But what woke me up was a refrain of a song singing through my dream and shining in my eyes. Our Father sends light into the darkness. My cleaning lady came today as she does once a month, and she shared her sadness with me. I knew then I was right where supposed to be for such a time as this. Even with the language barrier, we were able to communicate about Our Father’s goodness together and the refrain sang again in my heart.

“Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.”~2 Cor 1:3-4

I don’t like this dark journey that I am on. “It Wasn’t Supposed To Be This Way”. But this is the journey that God continues to bless almost every hour as He goes before me or stands beside me. I feel Him in every step I walk with the dogs and even sitting in my chair as I write. It may be dark now, but I am not fearful or dismayed because that Light continues to shine until morning comes.

Ka-ching, Ka-ching, Ka-ching, Ka-ching.

“Forget the former things;
do not dwell on the past.
See, I am doing a new thing!
Now it is bursting out! Do you not perceive it?”~ Is 43;18

Ya just never know how a day is going to turn out. We have our plans. We have our visions. But – – – sometimes – – – the day completely derails, and you just have to scratch your head, put what you are holding in your hands away, and just pray.

It was a sleepless night. The night before Open House or the first day of school has always been like that for me. I get way too excited. Last night was exceptionally so. Not only couldn’t sleep, but I had this pounding head. If I slept an hour, I would be surprised. I used all my tricks, prayed, put on harp music of hymns, prayed some more, talked to the dogs, and started the complaining prayers because nothing was working, and I really hate sinus-pounding-headaches. Errrrr….

When just like that, an answer to one of my prayers popped. Headache still there, but I could see what I needed to do to decorate the library and get the parents and students involved for 4 rounds of my 10 minutes of presentation. The rest of the night was filled with exactly how I was going to do it and organizing the supplies needed. Finally – I think – I fell asleep with a thankful prayer singing in my heart. However, by 5:30, the dogs and I were on our walk, excited to get the day started.

“And He who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that God works all things together for the good of those who love Him, who are called according to His purpose.”~Rm 8:28

Our school is fantastic. They served the staff a home-cooked breakfast, taught us how to use the newest smart board/interaction system (which – btw – is amazing), got a new GCA cup and wristband, and then we began working in our classrooms. Typical beginning to a new year.

It has been 5 years since I have been through this, and I am beyond blessed to be a part of the founding of a new Christian school. Tonight showed just how blessed this endeavor is. Shortly after most of the teachers had left to change clothes for open house, a truck rammed through a brick wall and into the 1st grade classroom. An hour earlier – just minutes earlier – teachers stood in front of that brick wall decorating it. An hour later students, teachers and parents would have filled this area of the building.august 13 2018e

At this point there are many versions of what happened. Truck driver is okay. One car driver needs prayers and is in the hospital. Our staff and church staff are all okay. The building – not so much.

“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.”~1 Cor 13:12

The glass is pretty dark tonight. As I write, I have no idea when our school will open or what parts will be condemned for structural damage – after all – the cab of a logging truck sits in the middle of our 1st grade classroom. I have to admit – I am a little heart-broken not to be teaching again this week.

I do know the Hand of the Father was on our staff today. It was on me, because I always drive through that intersection on my way into school. When I arrived shortly after it happened, the staff was already gathered together, prayers circulated, hugs shared and talk about other place on campus that could be utilized. It won’t be easy, but then – Our Father never promised it would be. He did promise that it would be worth it.

The good news? I get some more time with the Grands this summer. I came home to the neighbors having gathered together to cut up our fallen tree. And puppies did their happy dance because I finally came home to throw a couple of sticks that still litter the ground.

Ya just never know.

This week our preacher finished his sermon by singing, “Great is thy Faithfulness” in his own unique style. It brought me to tears on Sunday. I thought about that song as I drove home tonight, with tears in my eyes again, and the words echoing in my head:

“Great is Thy faithfulness,” O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.
“Great is Thy faithfulness!” “Great is Thy faithfulness!”
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided—
“Great is Thy faithfulness,” Lord, unto me!” 

SNIFFLES

“When you can’t be with the one you love…”

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2016

Today is big brother’s birthday. Special days always turn my heart towards home and family. It doesn’t change just because we have 500 miles between us. We are still brother and sister. Raised by super parents – even if it was 9 years apart – and nurtured by a creative, supportive extended family, we were blessed. And still, I sniff a little.

“Love the one you’re with…”

I couldn’t be with big brother this year on his special day. Instead I talked with him a couple days ago. Seeing as he is the more social, out-going sib of the two of us, I knew he would be busy doing things from sun-up to sun-down and just enjoying the love flowing around him. There is nothing better at our age.

 

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Sniff, sniff…

That being said, the Grands are here tonight filling up the heart that has a small hole because it wishes it could be in Columbus, OH tonight. Their world has expanded exponentially this year. In a couple months, the oldest will be 10 – going on 13 (in her mind, anyway). The younger one running in her shadow, trying to keep up. The years are slipping away much too quickly.

Sniff, sniff, sniff.

As they curled up to choose a movie, after the eldest reading 6 “Junie B.” books, the youngest coloring three “Star Wars” ninjas, walking with Papa (and beating him (and the dogs) back without even being winded), then eating more than I have ever seen them eat, …. then….reading/coloring some more – – – we laughed as they compared how little the queen-sized bed seems now that they have grown “so big”. The younger said, “We were just babies when we started sleeping in this bed.”

True words never spoken which, of course, made me sniffle a little louder.

It is days like this when blessings sometimes have pointed tips to them. They prick my soul awake and remind me to take note. And – when I do, they fill my heart with their richness. These are the treasures that are eternal. The queen-size bed – the movies – the books and coloring sheets – are temporal. It is the cuddles, the laughter, the joy of “gathering in love” that is eternal.

And while I may still sniff, whine, and wish I could be in two places at once, it is the love that surrounds me tonight which keeps me smiling through the sniffles and opening my treasure chest so I can fill it a little more.  On that note – I’m off to go sit in a darkened bedroom, push the kidlets to the sides of the bed so I can squash myself in the middle, and watch something called “Kong”. I will probably be asleep before they are, but I won’t be sniffling until tomorrow when they go home and the house is quiet once again.

Happy birthday, big brother, hope it was the best one ever and blessed with love all around.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”~1 Cor 13:4-7

 

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #75

Grands found their neighborhood friend (under 2 sec after they got here), rode bikes, ate mac n’ cheese, squeezed Halloween Twinkies in their mouths, rode bikes, played ‘king of the mountain’ on Papa’s dirt piles, rode bikes, ate a Halloween Cadbury egg, and are now munchin’ popcorn sprawled all over their bed, cuddled up with pillows, watching a movie.

Phew. I’m tired just watching them. (And yes, Mama BK, they will definitely brush their teeth tonight).

Cold is moving into NC. Windows are open – at least for the first part of the night, letting the feel and smell of fall in as it makes its way into our neighborhood. What a great night to just sit in the chair and absorb the blessings of the evening. Besides – gives me another reason to be kind to my ever-complaining-toe-that-did-not-like-a-stone-I-stepped-on-today-owee-swelled-again.

Once again, the second paragraph of today’s Ration spoke right at me. ‘Sometimes He is helping a poor lame man to climb a steep grade’. God winked. I smiled. He is always there. Stepping on a tiny stone with a broken toe, interviewing for a job, celebrating a 10th anniversary, attending a wild dancing concert in a big city, getting surgery, arriving at a chemo center ,casting a vote in a small booth, sitting on a bed laughing with children.

He’s in all these places and more. We just have to open our heart and see Him in it all.

1942 Daily Rations: ” ‘Was not our house burning within us, while he spake to us in the way?’~Luke 24:32

“Many strange and interesting characters are met on my road of life, but above all other figures, overshadowing them as the mountain overshadows the hill, is the figure of Jesus. This humble Carpenter of Nazareth is on my road each day. No matter how rough or steep the way or how hard the going, looking up I always see him there.

“Sometimes he is helping a poor lame man to climb a steep grade. Again he s whispering words of encouragement to a weak and weary traveler who has collapsed beside the path. I have seen unscrupulous fellows who like vultures were seeking to rob and exploit the unprotected traveler. And as I see him, my soul burns within me, and like the disciples of old, I am renewed in heart and mind. Today I must see him again!

” ‘Seeing it is God, that said, Light shall shine out of darkness, who shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.’~II Cor 4:6

“Read: Luke 24:28-35

“Prayer: Almighty God, we would commit all our way into thy keeping. Help us to see Jesus as he is and, seeing him, to yield our lives unreservedly to his care. As we journey with him today may evil and unworthy thoughts be kept from us. In Christ’ name. Amen.”

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #66

Pain. No easy wisdom for that one. The debates rage. Answers locked behind a sin barrier that gets thicker by the minute.

Jonah certainly didn’t have the answer. Nineveh had caused his people so much pain, and he didn’t see the point of easing their pain with a warning. They deserved to be destroyed. One whale and three days later, he shook his head dry, took a deep breath and mumbling under his breath, he accomplished his appointed warning to Nineveh.

What most of us forget is Jonah’s last chapter. Pain riddled, his brain picked at those little things that set the anger up another notch. He plopped himself down to watch this hated city – hoping for distruction but knowing His Lord was merciful. He didn’t like that God’s grace would extend to such a people. They weren’t the chosen. They weren’t like him. So God appointed a plant, a worm, a wind to challenge Jonah to think again.

“You pity the plant, for which you did not labor, nor did you make it grow, which came into being in a night and perished in a night. And should I not pity Nineveh, that great city, in which there are more than 120,000 persons who do not know their right hand from their left…?” Jonah 4:10-11

Jonah’s story ends there, and we are left to wonder. Wonder at Jonah’s painful struggle with obedience to his Lord over the world’s wisdom? Ponder his struggle – our struggles. We will never know until we get on the other side of this life, but Jonah’s story certainly provides some guidance for us in these painful times.

“Should I not pity…?” show grace? show love?

1942 Daily Ration: “Read: 11 Corinthians 12:7-10

“There was given to me a thorn in the flesh,…For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And He said unto me, ‘My grace is sufficient for thee; for my strength is made perfect in weakness.’~11 Cor 12:7-9

“Brave witnesses for Christ and noble examples to the rest of us are those who glorify God through their pain. To those who offer their suffering as an act of worship we dedicate these lines found on a hospital wall: ‘Lord Take Away Pain’

The cry of man’s anguish went up to God,
‘Lord, take away pain!’
The shadow that darkens the world you have made,
The close-coiling chain
That strangles the heart, the burden that weighs
On the wings that would soar.
‘Lord take away pain from the world you have made
That it may love you more!’

Then answered the Lord to the cry of his world:
Shall I take away pain,
And with it the power of the soul to endure,
Made strong by strain?
Shall I take away pity that knits heart to heart,
And sacrifice high?
Will you lose all your heroes that lift from the fire
White brows to the sky?
Shall I take away love that redeems with a price,
And smiles at the loss?
Can you spare from your lives that would climb into mine
The Christ on the Cross?

RATIONS 100 DAYS! #63

In our world – and I suppose – in any world, truth is not an easy topic. Each individual is uniquely created. Consequently, everyone seems to want their “truth” to be “the” truth, and heaven help the person who disagrees with “the” truth each person holds.

That’s the problem. Truth changes from person to person, society to society, world to world.When there is no accepted code of “truth”, truth is malleable because man’s logic and wisdom is malleable.

Today’s Ration quoted Coventry Patmore who is a 19th century English poet. His poems reflect his society and the truths he saw within that world. Yet, I think the author of today’s Ration should have added the last 4 lines of that poem instead. It is in those lines that he bring home the main thrust of his thought. It doesn’t matter what he calls truth – what the world calls “truth” – there is but one truth that will prevail over every truth – whether people care – or not.

“Magna Est Veritas” [Truth is Great]
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, glad ocean comes and goes,
Under high cliffs, and far from the huge town,
I sit me down.
For want of me the world’s course will not fail:
When all its work is done, the lie shall rot;
The truth is great, and shall prevail,
When none cares whether it prevail or not.

“Yeshua said to him, “I AM THE LIVING GOD, The Way and The Truth and The Life; no man comes to my Father but by me alone.”~Jn 14:6

1942 Daily Ration: “The truth is great, and shall prevail.”~Coventry Patmore

“Jesus talked on the most profound themes in life. Ponder the topics of his message: God, duty, pain the future life. These are themes that tax philosophers. Yet Jesus handles thee subjects with such a masterly touch and expresses himself in such simple and living phrases that we understand him.

“Every nerve and fiber of his being was sensitive to God’s truth. The unfolding of God’s plan for him brought constant excitement and challenge. All that he had thought, dreamed, loved, flamed forth as he came into his ministry. Little wonder, then that when John the Baptist looked into his face as Jesus dedicated his life to the Kingdom movement, he drew back in humility. In Jesus he saw life have its highest fulfillment. When we learn of Him, our minds find stimulus and new meaning in every daily task.

” ‘Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.’~John 8:32

“Read: 1 Corinthians 2:10-16

“Prayer: O God of truth, we are searchers for the best in life. We quest for truth. We know that our deeds are but sequences to our thoughts. Give us clear perception, flashes of inspiration, and keep open all the channels of our lives for the reception of that which is true and pure and good. In Jesus’ name. Amen.”

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RATIONS 100 DAYS! #42

Well – that was interesting. Got on-line to write a little and find out that my FB account had been hacked.

It made me sad, mad, bad.

It also threw all my writing plans out the window for the night.

It put me in a grumpy mood and spoiled the peacefulness of a Sunday evening.

It- – – – – – sigh.

Happy dogs and sleeping hubby keep me company in a smelly room where one of the dogs passed some gas. I laughed and took a break from my whining to read tonight’s Ration.

Somehow, reading God’s message from 1942 put everything into proportion. In the craziness of bombings, abductions, murders, treachery, treason, genocides against brothers, a FB hacking just doesn’t even begin to deserve a single, whimpy whine.

As I prayed the America’s Prayer Minute tonight with the prayer at the end of today’s Ration, I prayed not only for the Church to get a new vision, courage and unity, but I prayed it for our leaders, our country, and the hacker who had nothing else in their life than to try to drive me away from my path. So here I am, setting out from my computer, ‘doing good’ with courage, vision and unity with my Father.

I totally love the blessing Our Father has brought my way today.

1942 Daily Ration: “God was in Christ reconciling the world unto himself.’~Cor 5:19

Here is the whole Christian message in fewer words that are found in an ordinary telegram! The WORD became flesh long ago in a tiny, obscure country, when a Carpenter left his home to go about ‘doing good’. It became a timeless reality when that Carpenter was crucified and rose again. It is our only hope today when the world lies crushed and bleeding.

“As a time when the world has fallen apart in its secular forms it is drawing toward a common center in its spiritual form. There is no movement among men that brings such a challenge across the barriers of race and nation and class as that which comes from the Christian Church as it expresses its world consciousness. Each time the loaf and the cup are lifted up in countless Communion services this world consciousness is expressed. Let us enter the church with a prayer of thanksgiving for this fellowship of Christ,

‘And I, if I be lifted up from the earth, will draw all men unto myself.’~John 12:32

“Read: Philippians 2:1-11.

“Prayer: Eternal God our Shepherd, give to us and to thy Church a new vision and a new charity, a revival of courage and a renewal of Christian unity, that the eternal message of thy Son may be hailed as the good news among men in all the world. In his name. Amen.”

RATIONS 100 DAYS #24

The new house truly became a home this week. It expanded, took a deep breath, and with a few drops of love scattered around each inch of it like flowers in a garden, our home smiled for the first time.

Funny, how old habits, knowledge, and wisdom resurface when needed (such as cutting enough potatoes to feed all those extra mouths yakkinng and laughing in your ear while indulging in a hug or two and singing a song with a Grand). Things that you thought you had thrown to the back of the closet because they wasn’t needed anymore. Day-to-day activities that need to ebb and flow when there are more than two of you in the same home for a period of time.

“Then he taught me, and he said to me,
“Take hold of my words with all your heart;
keep my commands, and you will live.”~ Prov 4:4

I know I’ve written about this before, but I guess talking about forgotten knowledge brought it back to my mind. The Talmud teaches that when we are starting our journey on this plane, Our Father sends an angel to teach us everything that we need to know, and when they are done, they push their finger to our lips and blow it to the back of our “closet”. That little indentation over your top lip – the philtrum – is the physical imprint of your angel’s finger.

The question – why teach us only to make us forget it?

Jewish sages believe that while it is hidden from our physical mind it is still at the back of our closet. Seeking wisdom when we need it reconnects us with the Father who didn’t want to send us without Truth to guide us through this journey. It helps us – begin new journeys again – to smile again – to become ‘made new’.

1942 Ration: “Wherefore, if any man is in Christ, he is a new creature; the old things are passed away; behold they became new..”~2 Cor 5:17

After yielding to sin, after once being bogged down in the mire of life, is it possible to get out and be clean once more? Can we, once having conformed to the ways of this sorry world, break loose and be remolded to fit the higher plan that we know God has for us? Can we really forget ourselves and our short comings and live nobly in our own and God’s sight?

“Paul says, “yes, Do not let yourselves be fitted into the scheme of this age, but be cast in a higher form. This you can do by having a ‘new mind’. That is the secret of new life. When we are transformed through belief in Jesus Christ as LORD and Saviour, we are on the way to the ‘Land of Beginning Again’.

“And be not fashioned according to this world, but be ye transformed by the reviewing of your mind.”~Rm 12:2

READ: Romans 12:1-3

PRAYER: O thou Lamb of God who takest away the sins of the world, wash me and me me clean. [Here let us humbly confess those things that keep us from being our best selves.] Establish within me a new sense of thy boundless love and give me more power for living. In thy name I pray. Amen.”