Navigation Desperation

Panic seized me as I desperately glanced from the GPS to scan the street signs.

The GPS did not know where I was! The connection icon swirled endlessly, indicating not only was I lost, but there was little hope of pinpointing my location anytime soon.

That thought terrified me as I followed traffic, frantically searching for a place to pull over, pause, and regroup.

Why isn’t my phone working? What is wrong with the connection? Do you ever feel that directions from God are not clearly coming through? Are prayers seemingly not heard? Have we lost that connection?

Even a long-time Christian can suddenly feel stranded on occasion.

But the  Lord promises to never leave nor forsake us.

So how can we reconcile that lost feeling with the promise of Deuteronomy 31:6?

God is there, always even when we can’t discern Him. (Joshua 1:9)

Feeling lost provides us with an opportunity to grow our faith as we witness His faithfulness. (John 14:23)

Cherish the thought that Jesus is the Good Shepherd. When we are lost, He is already coming to find us. (John 10:27-30)

Those three truths can alleviate the anxiety that can creep into a lonely and lost heart.

When we find ourselves lost, we need to find a quiet place to pull over and pause, pinpointing our present location and desired destination.

Sometimes, our usual communication seems to break down. My GPS wasn’t working and Siri was not telling me turn by turn where to go.

However, the Maps app was working. while parked in safety, I navigated through the app to turn myself around.

If prayers don’t seem to be providing answers, checking in on God’s map, the Bible, may clarify a direct path to your destination.

Getting lost can be terrifying and humbling. Once we’ve found our footing in familiar places again, we may see God was leading and teaching us every step of the way.

 

 

Keys

Samantha gazed adoring into her darling daughter’s face. This perfectly beautiful baby slept so peacefully, not a care in the word.

Samantha began a prayer she would pray over all her children the rest of her life, “Lord, may this beautiful child love You and serve You all the days of her life. In Jesus’ name, Amen.”

Who will she become?

What will her personality be like?

What gifts will she possess?

What challenges will she face?

In that hospital room, holding her newborn baby in her arms, Samantha knew tomorrow she would carry her home.

What is the most important key to life I can teach her?

How to stay safe?

How to love?

How to be kind to all?

Psalm 27:4 provides a weighty answer: “One thing I ask from the Lord, this only so I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek Him in His temple.” NIV

 

The Message version of Psalm 27:5 further explains, “That the only quiet, secure place in a noisy world, the perfect getaway far from the buzz of traffic.”

Being held securely in a parents’ arms feels safe and secure.  Going out into the world doesn’t always leave us with the same warm fuzzies. Every parent knows this vast world can be wonderful, and it can also be heart-breaking.

The best tool we have to offer our children, our friends, and even ourselves for navigating life is to introduce him to the Lord.

When we do life with the Lord, we are not alone. He’s not the magic genie in the sky who suddenly makes it all better. However, He does promise:

– to stay with us always (Deut 31:6)

– the pain has a purpose (Romans 8:28)

– He will redeem everything we go through. (Romans 8:28)

Samantha knew the proper order of things. As she watched the infant’s chest rise and fall, she knew mothers should not outlive their children.

Chances were, she would not always be there. However, if the baby grew up with a foundation of faith laid on her heart, she might choose to love God with all her heart, soul and strength.

She would have courage in scary scenarios. She would find wisdom when she felt clueless. And, even if she lost everyone she knew, she would know the Lord, and never, ever be alone.

 

Waiting for Grace

Waiting.

Forever. Or so it seemed.

“God, it’s difficult to do the “right” thing, especially when I don’t see Your mighty hand sweeping away the sadness, the agony, sometimes found in this life.”

Silence.

Sheila huffed and reached for her beloved Bible. She picked it up tenderly, as the binding sometimes lost pages and the covered sometimes slipped off.

She recalled when it was new, and her faith fresh in a wonderful world.

Shaking her auburn hair away from her eyes, she settled back onto the plush, green couch.

No, it appeared God hadn’t moved on this, yet she knew His promises could be trusted.

She opened her bookmarked page and reread what was already etched on her heart. “But the Lord loves the just and will not forsake His faithful ones.” Psalm 37:28

She reflected on David’s life, the author of many of the Psalms. If anyone knew the frustration and weariness of doing right yet being persecuted, David did.

How long did David, God’s anointed run for his life, waiting for God to change his circumstances? And yet, David didn’t strike out on his own, taking matters into his own hands.

“How long, Lord?” She sighed, resting her head on the back of the couch, lifting her eyes to the ceiling.

The Lord will not forsake his faithful ones.”

In the end, David was king. His time fleeing from a madman who wanted him dead was redeemed.

His time hiding in caves, protecting his life, was redeemed.

His time refusing to seek revenge, was redeemed.

God is always faithful. He knows what happens. He doesn’t always prevent the hard stuff, the stuff we think He should edit right on out of our story!

But He is faithful, thought Sheila again. As hard as it is, I must be faithful to Him, trusting His word, His promises.

Lord,” she prayed closing her eyes against the frustration she felt, “please help me to be faithful to You. Please help me to patiently wait…”

Held

“The Lord is my strength,” Stacy repeatedly murmured to herself as tears slid down her cheeks. Quickly brushing them away, she tried to focus on the task at hand, if nothing else, than to ensure the safety of her sweet daughter in the backseat.

Crisis had hit her like a brick wall. But unlike other obstacles she had endured, this one was not her story to tell. No asking for prayers, not able to talk to a friend. She was not the leading role in this tale, only a strong supporting character who must remain silent.

The tears fell as she turn up the volume of the Christian rock music already vibrating the car. “Focus on the positives, ” she reprimanded herself, “God’s got this.”

God did have even this, but He wouldn’t solve it overnight, or as Stay would learn, even the next year. But, He would reach down and comfort as only He could.

Arriving at the lesson for her little girl, she tried desperately to compose herself. As always, Stacy switched off her ringer before entering the creative sanctuary of the studio.

The lesson, progressed as usual; Stacy relishing some normalcy in the moment. As it ended, Stacy helped her daughter collect her things, and as they steeped away, Stacy felt herself gathering despair and anxiety as she approached the car.

After securing her chatty daughter in her car seat, she dropped into the driver’s seat. Heart ever-so-heavy, she turned on the ringer and plugged in her phone. That’s when she saw it: the message that changed everything about her mental mindset.

“You have been heavy on my heart today. I’m praying for you. I have no idea what’s going on, but God does. If you don’t need these prayers today, save them for a day you do. And remember, it you need anything, I’m here.”

There was no earthly way this godly woman could know about anything; Stacy had not even seen her in weeks.

Stacy’s eyes brimmed over once more and a little voice from the back seat asked, “Mommy, why are you crying?”

“These are tears of joy, honey. God sees me. God hears me. And He’s reaching out to remind me of these truths.”

Starting the car Stacy knew, whatever her day held – and she really had no idea what might come God was right there with her. He might not always halt the horribly hard things of this life, but He held her right in the palm of His hand.

Always There

Pouncing, playing and protecting. That’s a very accurate description of our favorite furry family member.

Minna, a one-year-old Rottweiler puppy, loves each member of our family with her whole heart. It’s evident in the way she lives: she sleeps lightly, springing to her feet at the slightest sound. She often detects things we never would have noticed. But nothing escapes her monitoring.

When someone is upset, she runs to him, nuzzling her big black head directly into his face with her warm, comforting tongue depositing kisses all over until  laughter abounds. Often, she detects emotions even the most perceptive humans miss.

And if anyone new approaches, she is watching the interactions like a hawk, ready to jump to our defense at an instant!

Minna demonstrates a lot about God’s character.

God never loses sight of what is happening to us, and He is always there to carry us through. Whether it’s a physical challenge or an emotional hardship, He is constantly there. He promises He will never leave nor forsake us. He means it – NEVER.  He will always be there, even if we don’t see Him immediately. He is present, watching carefully what is occurring, and seeing far more than we can see with our human eyes.

Dog people will attest to why dogs are called ‘Man’s best friend.’ People who know God say they could never do life without God.

I am so thankful I have both.

God uses Minna to comfort me in addition to His presence and peace. He will never forsake you or me.

 

Perfection Not Needed

Tears filled my eyes as I read my eight-year-old’s handmade card.

ALL ABOUT MY MOM

My Mom’s Name: Stefany (She tried to sound it out!)

My Mom is happiest when I: spend time with her.

My Mom looks prettiest when she: dies her hair. (Yes, she spelled it that way!)

The best way to describe my mom: Awwsome

As I read the gift of words she joyfully delivered, my heart melted.

The author in me ignored the grammar.

The teacher in me ignored the spelling.

The mom in me laughed and cried over the depth of love my sweet daughter displayed.

It was simple, heartfelt, unabashed love for her mom.

I thought my heart might burst.

Our heavenly Father feels the same when we approach Him in like manner. He doesn’t expect us to come to Him presenting perfection with all the ‘right’ words or flowing phrases. He doesn’t expect pristine lives proffered to Him.

He simply gazes adoringly at His imperfect children who bare their hearts in love and praise.

His heart melts too at the sight of our obvious efforts to please and honor Him.

We weren’t perfect when He authored His plan for us to be reunited with Him.

We weren’t perfect when He implemented that plan and His son suffered on the cross for our salvation.

We aren’t perfect today when we come to Him with our fears, joys, sorrows and praise.

Yet, just like a teary-eyed Mom reading a third grade Mother’s Day letter, He could not love us any more.

“But God demonstrates His own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ dies for us.” Romans 5:8 NIV

 

His Creation Calls

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

The pebbles crunched under the weight of my hiking boots on the trail.

The sky was beautifully blue. The leaves were gloriously green. The vivid colors captured my attention away from inside my head. The birds called to one another; a woodpecker fed nearby. Even a bunny hopped into the lavender flowers as I quietly crept by.

A sigh escaped.

The woods were wondrous. Oh, to stay here all day!

The babbling brook gurgled as I neared the curve of the trail. Something dashed through the brush.

I slowed and allowed the peace to wash over me.

Why can’t I stay here? What I would give to have these moments  ALL day.

Simply put, I was needed elsewhere.

Psalm 1:3 reminded me that I could baste myself in God’s word and in His presence and I could experience that peace.

He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers. Psalm 1:3 (NSV)

While the walk through the woods reminded me that spring had sprung indeed, His words reminded me that wherever I was, I could experience that peace. That rooted in God, I was sure to succeed in whatever the day held.

The sun streamed through the canopy, illuminating the leaves and highlighting just how much beauty God’s creation held. It also filled me with hope that promised I had not an inkling of His plans for me.

My part of that successful equation? Simply remain faithful to Him. Trust Him. Read His word. Trust His word. Rely on Him.

Simple to state.

Difficult to do.

Yet, with Him, all things are possible.

I could trust Him to help me do what he was calling me to do. And I could trust Him to quiet my mind when it raced away, willingly embracing the stress of the moments. I could trust His still, small voice when the loud roar of traffic tried to blot it out.

But most importantly, I could trust Him to help my mind, help my heart, and help my thoughts stay faithful to Him.

And in doing that, some semblance of peace would come.

As I turn around and returned home, the trail  turned the opposite way and I viewed the slight waterfall. How beautiful it appeared. How tranquil. And, how strong.

Just like a tree planted by the stream…

 

 

 

 

In Need of Sonshine?

A quick trip outside in the afternoon sunshine is all I need to lift my spirits. I work all day in a wonderful classroom. It has plenty of cabinets, four sinks, smartboard and two TV’s! What more could I want?

A window to the outside.

In the cinderblock rectangle of technology, I miss the simple satisfaction of the sun.

I found it particularly painful in the winter. I’d arrive before daybreak and never glimpse those golden rays until lunch.

Now, as the earth awakens and the grass greens up proclaiming spring has sprung, my heart longs to gaze into a bright world of color!

Life just seems better, feels more content, when I can see the sun.

I feel better physically and mentally when I can spy the golden ball in the sky.

Spiritually I am better when I abide in the Son – in Jesus. When I am honest with Him about my daily challenges and life-long struggles.

When I can actually close my lips and halt my tongue and stop to contemplate: what would Jesus do?

Those times when I construct my own son-less days; whether it’s perceived too little time to stay in His presence or too many to-do items to construct a conversation, I grow weary. Those days are dreary.

Just like a few sun-filled days can perk up my happy-go-lucky outlook; a few son-filled moments can lift my soul.

Jesus promises in John 15:4 “Remain in me as I also remain in you.” (NIV)

How comforting to claim that promise! He will remain in me – and I only need to look at Him to see past the gray clouds of this life to see the glory of the Son!

Water Horse Revelation

Sometimes, our present pain can squelch our faith and unabashedly blind us to who God is.

Recently, I watched a compelling movie, The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep.

The main character, Agnes, a boy of about ten, finds an egg which eventually hatches to grow into a water horse, or Loch Ness Monster.

He manages to hide the phenomenon from his mother and the soldiers who are staying with them during WWII.

Eventually, the water horse’s life is endangered and Agnes rushes to the rescue. His mother frantically searches for him when he’s not at home and the attacks appear to begin.

Upon finding him far from their safe haven, she is worried and fearful and frustrated beyond belief. She can’t fathom his claim of having a water horse and yells at her son, “You’ve gone mad! There is no sea monster! There’s only this horrible war!”

How many people do we know that could easily say, “You’ve gone mad! There is no God. There’s only this horrible world!”

They, like Agnes mom, have never seen evidence, proof of existence.

The only experience, only history, is pain and suffering. The longing for more meaning but never finding it. There is absolutely nothing to indicate a remote possibility of anything else.

The movie ends in great revelation for Agnes and his mother.

But for many people, that revelation has yet to come.

Our job as believers of Christ is to speak the truth, reflect God in our words and actions, and admit when we fail. We also must fervently pray. Pray for God to unveil who He is, and how He loves.  The great revelation is His, and His alone.

We can’t break barriers others have erected around their hearts. But we can pray to the One who can permanently put pain in its rightful place.

And trust Him to reveal everything in His time.

(Ephesians 1:9 “God made known to us the mystery of his good will according to his pleasure, which he purposed in Christ.” NIV)

What’s on YOUR Lips?

When the sun is shining, the birds are singing and spring has definitely sprung, what are you saying?

When it’s cold and dark, and horror of horrors, a snowstorm appears in April, what words are on your tongue?

When the routine is predictable and everything is just, well, just normal, what are you uttering?

Psalm 34:1 reads, “I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips.”

King David wrote that Psalm. A King. If you don’t know a lot about him it might seem easy for a King to pen such thoughts.

But King David knew a lot about hardships. He knew what it was like to be anointed King, and then have to wait years for his time on the throne.

He knew what it was like to have a madman after him, constantly chasing him, trying to literally kill him.

In fact, this Psalm was written when David was acting crazy so Abimelech would drive him away, outside the city, where David could hide himself from a crazed King Saul.

Can you imagine being sweaty, dirty, hunkered down in a cave, heart pounding so loud you think you hear it’s echoes off the walls, hoping you would not be found, be caught and killed?

David probably penned these words under such circumstances.

“I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips.”

To think of someone writing those words, holding those ideas close to his heart while under such stress, wow! Maybe you are like me, and ponder my little pile of problems and are deeply humbled.

If David could praise God under such circumstances, if he could disregard the stress and worry of his days to focus on the Lord, praising him with such vigor, why can’t I?