Crumpled Creatures

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 (NIV)

During the days of frigid temperatures and dreary skies, I nursed my continuing cough, sniffles and fatigue. But bright sunlight and balmy breezes beckoned me. After almost two weeks wrapped in a blanket on my couch, a walk would be freeing.  

            Leaving behind my cup of tea and box of tissues, I headed to the door. Warm sunshine caressed my weary face. A lighter shirt and pants felt less cumbersome than heavy clothes and a blanket. 

            Yellow mums smiled at me when I examined my front yard for signs of damage. Because I covered them, they survived the below freezing nights. Exposed plants turned brown and didn’t fare as well. 

            Being outside rejuvenated me. With weeks of no exercise, my body trudged along. My pace slowed. Coughing began again. Breathing became labored. I felt like a slug. Frustration set in. 

            Then I noticed a yard with Santa face down on a bench. A reindeer and elf crumpled on the ground beside him. Across the lawn, a snowman resembled a huge wad of paper. At night, the figures filled with air and created a jolly scene. Magical lights illuminated each of them. However, during the day the deflated bodies formed a forlorn picture. 

            As I stared at the miserable display, I compared it to my crumpled attitude. 

            I can concentrate on the misery of not feeling well for a prolonged time or be thankful for what blessings I do have. 

            Although I walked slower after my illness, both legs worked. I didn’t have to use a walker or wheelchair. I live in a normally sunny climate with bright, blue skies. I have a comfortable home with plenty of food. I am able to walk safely outside with no concern about falling on the ice or being hit by a bomb. Friends and family check on me when I am sick. 

            My list of complaints is much smaller than my numerous blessings. When problems seem overwhelming and life doesn’t go the way I planned, it is easy to focus on what I don’t have. 

            Focusing on thankfulness changes my perspective.

Heavenly Father, help me focus on all you have given me and to appreciate my blessings. Being thankful reminds me of all you have done for me. Amen

The Christmas Request

What do you want for Christmas? That question is common around the world. Long lists are often recited. A shrug of the shoulders for some. For others a few items. 

            After our community recently bought hundreds of gifts for local charities, a new family moved into an apartment at a transitional housing facility. Of course, we wanted to provide them with gifts for Christmas too. 

            When the single mom and her children were asked what they would like, there was only one answer. A roof. 

            For most people, that seems strange but not to this family. A roof would mean they no longer lived in a car. They would have beds to sleep in and a kitchen with food. The roof would protect them from freezing temperatures.

            That thankful family received a most important gift of being safe and together. They were content and didn’t look to a pile of gifts to make them happy. 

            Two thousand years ago, a young couple searched for a roof too. Mary and Joseph didn’t find a roof at an inn but over a lowly stable—probably a cave. They knew God placed Jesus in their lives and were content with His provision. 

            For many people this year, there will be no large family gatherings or in person church services because of dangerous weather conditions and a slew of illnesses.  

As we celebrate Jesus’ birth, may we be content with whatever our Christmas looks like this year. God provides what we need but not always what we want. 

Merry Christmas to all. 

Who is the Most Important Guest?

Today, in the city of David, a Liberator has been born for you! He is the promised Anointed One, the Supreme Authority! You will know you have found Him when you see a baby, wrapped in a blanket, lying in a feeding trough. At that moment, the first heavenly messenger was joined by thousands of other messengers—a vast heavenly choir. They praised God. Heavenly Choir: To the highest heights of the universe, glory to God! And on earth, peace among all people who bring pleasure to God!

Luke 2:11-14 (The Voice)

For a week, a cold kept me on my couch. Gray days made it a little easier to stay isolated. My fuzzy blanket kept me company on the couch. 

            Each day I hoped to feel better. Finally, warmer temperatures and sunshine enticed me to spend my devotional time on the patio. 

            Wind rustled leaves. Sunlight glowed on the wrinkled lake. Even brown needles on the almost bare cypress trees enhanced the picturesque scene. 

Thankfulness filled me as the wonder of God’s creation held me captive and rejuvenated me. While reading Scriptures and surveying the scene before me, I sang songs of praise which included verses from the Bible. 

Then I read David Jeremiah’s daily devotional. “The Greek word for evangelize means ‘to announce glad tidings’ good news which results in ‘great joy’.”

For years I have heard and read the angel’s words. However, I had never thought about it as evangelizing about Jesus. 

The devotional continued. “The angel didn’t connect ‘great joy’ with activities around Jesus’ birth. The ‘great joy’ was tied directly to the birth of Jesus Himself.”

My seclusion forced me to miss several Christmas activities. But through the time at home, I realized how much emphasis I placed on the acts of the season like parties, decorations, volunteering, gifts… All things that are enjoyable but can distract from the true joy of Jesus’ birth. 

People often try to fill voids with endless activities like too much shopping, parties that are not really fun, gifts that aren’t needed, bills that add up…

When bellies are overly full, wrapping paper litters the floor, exhausted people snap at each other, where is Jesus? Do we invite Him in or slam the door lest someone be offended? 

Around the world, many cultures adopt the elaborate trappings of the holiday season whether Christian or not. Of course, most people are more kind and generous during the holidays. But the main effect seems to merely increase a bonanza for businesses. Unfortunately, large numbers of people don’t actually even know the real reason for Christmas. 

When everything else is stripped away, Jesus remains. Our simple Christmas should truly focus on celebrating His birth as our Savior.   

How will you celebrate?

Lord, thank you for your Son who came to save us. Help us make Jesus the main thing for Christmas. Amen

Simple Christmas??

He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.

Isaiah 40:29-31(Message)

A Simple Christmas?? The thought from our sermon series kept battering my mind while I attended one activity after another. Every one brought enjoyment. Singing in our community’s holiday show. With my granddaughters, assisting parents as they selected gifts for their children at our church’s Christmas House. Shopping for gifts and collecting them at the clubhouse for various local charities. Ushering at my church for two presentations of a Christmas show. Buying and wrapping Christmas gifts for family and friends. A delicious Christmas lunch with my Bible study group. 

            “Slow the season so we don’t miss the reason,” from Pastor Josh’s messages admonished me. 

            I loved everything I was doing and knew the activities touched people too.  But I certainly wasn’t slowing down. 

            A cough began. Fatigue set in. With no energy, all I wanted to do was stay in my pj’s wrapped in my fuzzy blanket on my couch. That is what I did for four days. 

            Instead of attending my church, I worshiped online and then watched a series of other services on TV. While friends celebrated at Christmas parties, I drank tea and saw holiday movies. 

            At first, I bemoaned my forced isolation. Then I embraced the quiet time. Although I had one phone call and multiple text messages, most days were spent in total seclusion. Dreary weather made my home feel cozy and inviting. 

            One morning I laughed at my involuntary solitude. When my pursuits increased instead of decreasing, my illness stopped me. Only when I got a nasty cold, did I listen to reason. Then God got my attention. 

            The days at home were not part of my plan, but I needed the rest.  

            Mary and Joseph had plans change dramatically after hearing from the angel. They could have ignored the news and proceeded on their own ways. However, each of them listened and accepted God’s way despite the struggles, doubts and questions of their own and of their families and neighbors. 

            Often, we know what we should do but think our plans are more important than God’s. We can remember the young couple two thousand years ago who put aside their own arrangements, depended on God, and were part of the most magnificent birth ever. 

            Our Lord can use us in amazing ways when we depend on Him and not ourselves. 

Loving Father, sometimes you have to use drastic measures to slow us down. Help us listen and accept Your plans for our lives. Amen

The Wonder and Anticipation of Advent

 

But the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus. He will be great and will be called the Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his father David, ³³ and he will reign over Jacob’s descendants forever; his kingdom will never end.” “How will this be,” Mary asked the angel, “since I am a virgin?”

Luke 1:26-34 (NIV)

Mary pondered the angel Gabriel’s proclamation to her. His visit seemed like a dream. His announcement went over and over in her mind. A baby? She would carry the Son of God in her body? How could that be?

            She finally believed the unthinkable but wasn’t ready to be a mother. Yes, she was betrothed to Joseph but not yet married. How would she break the news to him? 

            Gabriel gave her other unimaginable news. Her relative, Elizabeth, would soon have a baby even though she was past child bearing age. Two miracles. 

            All night long a series of questions occupied her young mind. Would Joseph believe her implausible news? Would he divorce her? Would she be stoned for having an out of wedlock child? Sleep eluded her for hours.  

            Finally, she realized if God sent an angel with such a wondrous message, surely, He would protect her and the baby. Then she rested in His peace.  

            At dawn, Mary arose from her bed and began packing for a journey into the hill country to see Elizabeth.  

            When Mary reached Zechariah and Elizabeth’s home, she called out loudly, “Mary, blessed are you among women and blessed is the fruit of your womb. When I heard your voice, my baby leaped with joy.”

            Elizabeth’s greeting confirmed the angel’s announcement. The two expectant mothers embraced. Concerns slipped away. Joyfully, they shared their experiences. 

            For three months, Mary stayed with Elizabeth as they shared precious moments. Both young and old experienced God’s favor and love while they prepared for their sons to be born. 

            Mary and Elizabeth questioned the news they received, they accepted it and joyfully waited. It was a time of wonder and anticipation. 

Life doesn’t always go the way we plan either. Even when good news comes, there may be concerns, questions, and a time of waiting and preparation. 

Advent is a time of waiting and anticipation. But we often become overloaded with concerns about buying gifts, having the right decorations, preparing the most delicious meals and creating the most spectacular Christmas ever. During Advent, we need to take time to relax, read the Bible about the coming Savior and focus on the wonder of Jesus’ miraculous birth. 

Father, what a wondrous gift you gave to the world with your son, Jesus. Show us how to open our hearts and share his love with the world. 

TheAmen.

Read Luke 1and 2 to get more of the wonderful story. 

 

The Last Butterfly

The counsel of the Lord stands forever,
    the plans of his heart to all generations.
Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord,
    the people whom he has chosen as his heritage!

Psalm 33:11-12 (NIV)

Butterfly cages waited on the patio to be scrubbed and stored for the winter. Their job done for the year. 

            Since spring, I diligently searched often for rice sized butterfly eggs on the underside of milkweed leaves. My cages became incubators after I carefully placed the leaves inside and waited for eggs to hatch. 

Emerging caterpillars kept me busy supplying more and more milkweed for their voracious appetites. When numerous larvae filled the cages, I searched the garden for food several times a day. Along with gathering milkweed, I had to constantly clean their cages of unpleasant waste so they would not get sick. 

The work, though sometimes difficult and demanding, brought pleasure when I watched their progress and change into beautiful butterflies. 

Although I wanted to continue caring for them, the remaining ones needed to migrate to a warmer climate. Florida ones only go to southern Florida and not the longer trip to Mexico. 

Last year, I continued assisting them later into the year. Then cold weather hit and I worried about their survival. Research said that their food source should be cut back in October so they would migrate. 

This year I waited until the last day of October to prune most of the milkweed plants. However, a few chrysalises remained at the top of my cage with a small number of larvae still eating. Each day, I gathered enough food for the late bloomers. 

They hatched one at a time. When the last chrysalis darkened, the time of emerging drew near. 

I had mixed feeling as I opened the habit for the last time of the year. The beauty of the creature flying on its own brought joy knowing I had a part in its life. However, there was a touch of sadness knowing I would miss their presence.

Parents love and care for children for years and years. We watch them develop and mature. Then one day it is time to release them into the world. Mixed feelings come then too. We pray we have nurtured and taught them well. Instilled values and the love of God so they can thrive. 

Like my butterflies, we have to let our children spread their wings and soar. 

Loving Father, just as we love our children and try to teach them the right way to live, You do the same for all of us. You are with our children even when we aren’t.

Amen

ABC thankfulness

 Join me in thankfulness today. Think of something you are thankful for with each letter of the alphabet. I started doing it with names but decided I would do another list which has turned out to be more difficult. Let me know what your list looks like. Have a blessed Thanksgiving. 

A-apples (keeps the doctor away)

B-butterflies (I released 119 this year)

C-caterpillars (that become butterflies but not all caterpillars)

D-drains (that keep homes dry both inside and out)

E-elm trees

F-flowers (ones in my yard and those given to me)

G-grains (to make bread and many other foods)

H-hats (for cold and sun)

I-ice (for drinks not on roads)

J-jelly (I couldn't find any today when I wanted some for bread a friend brought me)

K-kitchen (place I can work)

L-lake (my special retreat)

M-money to get what I need and share with others

N-night (a time to rest)

O-oranges (Florida fruit)

P-popcorn (when I am watching tv)

Q-quiet times (to spend with God)

R-relaxation (time to destress and be thankful)

S-stamps (to mail cards to friends)

T-turkey (looking forward to some today)

U-umbrellas ( to stay dry-Molly doesn't think we need them since God gave us the rain and we should enjoy it)

V-venn diagrams (I enjoyed using them when I was teaching)

W-water ( for drinking, bathing, swimming--many people don't have clean water)

X-x-rays  (to find broken bones and other internal things)

Y-years ( mine keep piling up so I have lots more to do in time I have left)

Z-Zoom (a way to keep in touch when we can't be together)

Have fun thinking and being thankful. 

An Animal Under My Tree

 An Animal Under My Tree

Rebecca Carpenter

November 17, 2022

This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it.

Psalm 118:24 (NIV)

“Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!” I kept talking out loud to myself as dawn revealed the lake.

            Before dawn, I sat on my patio reading devotional books and my Bible. As the sun rose, a dim lake emerged along with shadowy trees on my shore. 

            My eyes swept the landscape a few times as darkness disappeared. But I kept reading and ignored my surroundings. 

            When I finally looked up, an indistinct shape blotted out plants near the cypress trees. Then a creature turned toward the patio probably because of my light. He stared at me and I stared back. For a few moments, we both stood like statues. I wanted to grab my phone to take a picture but it was inside the house. 

            When the adolescent black bear decided he had enough of gazing at me, he loped off towards my neighbor’s house. I walked outside to see where he went but also kept looking behind me to make sure there was no mama or papa trailing him. Then I decided I really didn’t need to follow him and returned to my patio. 

            All the while, I kept repeating, “Oh, my gosh!”

            At our previous home, we saw bears more frequently. But at this house, I seen a large bear across the lake only once several years ago. Never only a few feet from me. 

            The wonder of God’s creation fills me with awe. From microscopic to mammoth, there are plants and animals of all kinds. 

            If I had not looked up at that moment, I would have missed an opportunity to see a bear. How many times have I not noticed marvelous gifts nearby. 

Many activities are merely distractions that prevent me from experiencing miracles and opportunities around me. When I take time to carefully observe, I have seen glistening spider webs, sparkles on the lake, a cloud filled sky, a Monarch butterfly in my cage, deer across the lake, the dancing of a child… 

Enjoy life and take time to have an “Oh, my gosh!” moment. 

Father, help us take time to notice wonderful moments and opportunities that come into our lives. Don’t let us be distracted by things that don’t matter. 

Amen.

Isolated in the Storm

God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.

He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.” The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Psalm 46:1-3,10-11 (NIV)

 An eerie silence filled my home when I awoke at 3am. Weather forecasters predicted it would reach my area between midnight and 2am so I thought I must have slept through it. That was a surprise since I am normally a light sleeper. 

Even though I felt thankful to have missed the storm, sleep would not return. Then a blast of wind hit my window. Rain pelted windows and the roof. Seconds later, a full-fledged storm assaulted my home. Wrapped snuggly under the covers, I listened to the rampage outside,     

            Finally, I arose and turned on the weather to see what was going on. A team of weather forecasters issued warnings, explained maps and relayed disaster reports. I was definitely in the middle of a hurricane. 

            Because I didn’t think the storm would be difficult in my inland county, I didn’t go to my son’s house during the storm like I had done previously. That was a mistake.

            The storm raged in the blackness but the outside light only cast brightness on a small area. Water washed over the screen and onto the floor of my lanai. No damage to furniture or my butterfly cage. 

            After a few minutes of dire news, my focus shifted to my devotional time. At first, I couldn’t focus with the roaring wind and thrashing rain. In the middle of the chaos of the hurricane, another storm struck me. Loneliness charged into my home. Tears flowed as memories of Alan surfaced. His presence had given me security and peace but he was gone. Grief ambushed me like another hurricane. I was alone. 

            At such an early hour, I didn’t want to call anyone so I added posts on Facebook. It gave me a small sense of connection. A friend sent me a test message. We were both alone and not thrilled about it. Her comfort and support helped. 

            Because of the circumstances, I knew my blood pressure might be up. It was so I took an emergency pill which usually causes tiredness. 

            When I returned to my devotions for the day, a Scripture stood out. Psalm 46. The words spoke to my heart. Tears slowed and stopped. 

            After my eyes kept closing, I returned to bed for a nap. It helped. Messages on Facebook and on my phone lifted my spirits. I returned messages and checked on others who were alone. A couple of hours later, my bed called again. Another nap revived me. 

            Wind and rain continued as I watched the news, ate and checked my emails. Amazingly, I took another nap. After the third one, I felt good. Loneliness flew away like the wind.  Between rains, I ventured outside to check on two butterflies in a cage and make sure nothing was amiss on my roof. 

            The storm came with no one sitting on the couch beside me, but God provided His Word to comfort me in my distress. Many messages and phone calls reminded me of the people who love and care for me. Just as I made it through the recent storm, God has been with me in many other kinds of storms. 

Loving Father, thank you for providing just what I needed as I faced uncertainty and loneliness. Be with those who have lost so much in the hurricanes. Help us remember You love us.

Amen

 

 

Hearing the Voice

Nevertheless, I am continually with You: You hold me by my right hand. You guide me with Your counsel and afterward receive me to glory.

Psalm 73:23-24 (NKJV)

A curtain of black covered my patio. A variety of sounds pierced the blackness. Crickets hummed. A small plane nearby slowly disappeared. Leaves rustled. 

            Although I saw nothing beyond my lanai, when I listened intently, I recognized some of the familiar sounds.  

            Did I hear raindrops? Was a squirrel scampering through the oak tree? In the darkness, I wasn’t sure. 

As night turned to day, light illuminated the sky and peeked through the trees. 

Trees swayed. A plane twinkled in the emerging sky. Birds flew across the lake. I could see and not just imagine what was there. 

In my busy life, how often do I hear God? Do I focus on the Holy Spirit so that I am confident of what I hear? Or do I only notice Him when I can see the creation He has made? How often do I miss Him? 

When I read the Bible and pray regularly, my mind and heart are more open to how God is working in my life. The nudge from the Holy Spirit is more apparent to me. His guidance instructs me. 

Loving Father, be patient as we learn to listen and obey you each day. Amen

 

The Revived Orchid

He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall;
 but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Isaiah 40:29-31(NIV)

Months ago, I moved one of my nearly dead orchids from the plant stand on the patio to the oak tree behind my house. Friends placed their orchids under a tree when they left for the summer. It was worth a try since the lifeless plant looked beyond help anyway. 

            I placed it in an old macrame hanger and tied it to a large limb. The too small hanger made the already dejected looking specimen hang sideways. At least the dead leaves and crooked roots didn’t mar my patio any longer. 

            While working in my yard, I would notice the scraggly mess and think of throwing it away. But it remained. 

            As Hurricane Ian approached, potted plants went into the patio and lined the wall. I felt sorry for the excluded orchid so I attempted to take it down. However, the knot refused to loosen and I didn’t want to stop to get scissors so the hanger and plant remained outside.

            Three weeks after the storm, from the house I noticed yellow leaves on the poor plant. When I went outside to pluck them, the reality astonished me. Instead of three dead leaves, three gorgeous, yellow blooms smiled at me. 

            Not only did the orchid survive the gales and torrents of the hurricane for hours and hours but it flourished. What a beautiful example of God’s love and care. 

            When we face our own storms and feel there is no hope, God doesn’t give up on us. He can take the broken pieces and create something beautiful that we never imagined. 

            As people around Florida struggle to rebuild and repair the physical damage from the hurricane, God is working to repair their lives. To give hope, encouragement and purpose for discouraged souls. 

Abba Father, you are with us even in our distress. You take the effects of our storms and make them into something worthwhile. Thank you for always loving us. 

Amen

Shifting Sands

 

Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.

Romans 12:10-13 (NIV)

 

When hurricane Ian charged across Florida, the storm churned waters of the Atlantic along the east coast. Sand shifted onto streets, walkways and lawns. Steps to the shore were covered and mounds remained far from the water. 

            Wind and water altered the shape of the beach. Ian left a darker, heavier sand filled with shell fragments which covered the normally smooth surface. 

            A leisurely stroll on the beach before the hurricane would have left light footprints. However, walking after Ian was much different. It took longer to even get to the beach because some entrances were closed. Layers of sand covered walkways. 

            Each step into the dense sand left deep imprints. With every stride, I sank my heel down further than normal to steady myself. The walk along the water reminded me of winter in Indiana after a heavy snow. Each step deliberate and rather slow. 

Trails from beachgoers looked like large animals had crisscrossed the shoreline. The mile long hike felt much longer because of the difficult steps. 

            All across Florida, people are dealing with the effects of Ian. Some minor with only a few sticks to pick up. In nearby areas, flooding continues and its aftermath evident. An untold number of people face loss of loved ones, homes, and businesses. Grief and anxiety abound. 

            My walk on the beach reminded me that we all face times where storms strike and life knocks us around. We struggle to tramp through the mess. But in the midst of the battles, we can find hope. 

Neighbors and strangers reach out to those in distress. Even those who have lost much help out. 

The church has an opportunity to love like Jesus. 

Heavenly Father, come to us in our storms. Give us strength to endure and to help others. Amen

 

Courage Not Fear in the Storm

You will keep him in perfect peace, Whose mind is stayed on You, Because he trusts in You. Trust in the Lord forever,For in Yah, the Lord, is ^[b]everlasting strength.

Isaiah 26:3-4 (NKJV)

Through a break in the trees, a beam of sunlight glowed from shore to shore on the dark lake. In the cool dawn, little clouds formed over the water and swirled along the light. 

            As the sun traveled toward the tree tops, an arc of sunbeams joined the dancing mist. The unusual phenomenon captured my attention. 

            Dewdrops glittered on my flowers. Overhead wispy white clouds painted an azure sky. After days of gray clouds, I stared at the gorgeous spectacle. 

            Then the sun exposed another surprise. An expansive spider web hung from the lower limbs of a tall bald cypress standing on the shore. When I walked across the water-logged lawn, the grass squished with each step. One day earlier, that area had been part of the lake.  

            What an incredible sight! For days constant winds lashed limbs back and forth. Unrelenting rain hammered our state, as the gigantic hurricane inched its way to the north. Despite ferocious weather, the spider web clutched tightly. 

            The intricate design had several holes but the form remained intact. Strong threads held it securely at the top and bottom. Later in the day, I saw a black and orange spider nestled within the web. 

            In the aftermath of the disastrous hurricane, what do we attach ourselves to? For many people, material possessions vanished or were damaged. Loved ones gone. Homes lost. Cars totaled. Prized belongings destroyed. 

            Everyone, those who endured the storm and those who worried about us, suffered in some way. Perhaps worldly goods remained intact but anxiety, fear, or apprehension took over. Uncertainty about the future brought trepidation. 

            If God can create spiders who form unyielding webs, He can make strong, courageous people to withstand the storms of life. It isn’t easy but possible with Jesus. 

Loving Father, thank you for being with us in our storms. Some come from the weather. Others come from difficult situations around us and also from within. However, You give us peace and strength for whatever we face. Amen           

 

Waiting for the Storm

 

Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.

Psalm 62:8 NIV

Today’s the day. After endless broadcasts about the approaching hurricane, Florida waits for landfall. 

            Brightly colored weather maps show possible wind intensity and inches of rain. Changing squiggly lines display the path of the monster storm. Reports of floods and tornadoes add to the dire predictions. 

            Until today, I only occasionally listened to the weather reports so I could be prepared. 

            I secured furniture and plants on my patio. Four chrysalises hung from the top of the butterfly cage and two caterpillars have plenty of milkweed. Their enclosure is next to the wall and away from rain. 

            Instead of riding out the storm alone, I will be leaving soon for my son’s home. I am confident my house would be secure but with a few days of heavy rain and raging wind, staying alone would probably be very stressful. 

            A suitcase is packed with necessary supplies, food in a bag, yarn to crochet, I-pad, phone and chargers. Insurance papers in a plastic ziplock bag, and plenty of books. Doors locked. AC turned up. Almost ready to leave. 

            Rain soaked roads are busy as people leave. Soon I will be with them as I travel to be with my family. 

            As we wait, we have no idea how the storm will affect us. Rain, wind, flooding, tornadoes… But as Christians, we know that God is in control. I can be prepared somewhat but can’t change the weather conditions. 

            Disasters normally bring people together as we have opportunities to be kind and help each other. I plan to stay connected to friends and family around the state. To give updates to those who are concerned about us. 

            Please pray for all of us in Florida. In the middle of our storms, we can rely on God. 

 

Father, be with us in our recent storms whether related to weather or other situations. Thank you for your love and care. Amen

Our Goodbyes

 

The Lord bless you and keep you, the Lord make his face shine upon you and be gracious to you; The Lord lift up His countenance upon you; and give you peace.

Numbers 6: 24-26 NIV

As I prepared this morning to leave on a short trip, my mind filled with memories of good byes. 

            Friends and family members struggle with the reality of farewells. Even when leaving is voluntary and exciting, departing can cause sadness and uncertainty. In some instances, the departure might be forced and excruciating for everyone involved. 

            Recently, I have observed all kinds of goodbyes. Students beginning college anticipate joyfully their new stage of life but endure sadness at leaving a loving home. Too many friends are experiencing a loved one whose body remains healthy but the mind is on its own journey. In other cases, the mind is intact but the body is wasting away. 

            Recruits and long-time service members deploy as their families stay behind. Spouses decide they no longer want to be part of the marriage and leave a hurting partner. 

In every case, there is grief, perhaps mixed with joy, for those leaving and for the ones left behind. None of the situations are easy but a part of life. Even when the end of the journey seems wonderful, the process can be painful. 

In all of my goodbyes, God has been with me but the walk hasn’t been easy. 

Loving Father, give us peace and comfort as we navigate the season of saying goodbye. Amen.

Hope in Isolation

 My new book is coming out soon. It is Hope in Isolation which is a book of devotionals about being in isolation. We can be isolated in all kinds of situations. 

Here is the website. Hopeinisolation.com

Reflections

And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate^[a] the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into his image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

2 Corinthians 3:18 (NIV)

Light pushed away the darkness. A family of turkeys waddled across the lawn. A symphony of bird melodies welcomed the dawn. But the lake drew my full attention. 

            The mirrored surface reflected the forest directly across the water. Pine trees reached from shore to shore. Water plants on the bank formed a contiguous border with no apparent line between real and mirror image. 

            In the midst of the green trees, a lengthy, barren tree stretched to my shoreline. For several minutes, I stared at the unusual spectacle. The details of the picture gripped me as I tried to finish my devotions but my attention focused on the extraordinary scene. 

            I took several pictures before it disappeared. Cypress trees in my yard blocked the naked but appealing tree. The up-side-down reflection stood out amidst the shades of green. Each limb matched its counterpart.  Although I couldn’t see it, the image produced a distinct likeness. I knew what the tree looked like because of its reflection. 

            As Christians we are to reflect Jesus to the world. To do that, we must truly know Him and His Word. Is our image clear or blurry? Will others want to know Him because of us or turn away from a poor likeness? If we love like Jesus, what a difference we can make. 

Father, help us truly reflect Jesus in our dark world. Amen

How to Be a Poor Witness

My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, ²⁰ because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.

James 1:19-20 (NIV)

After lunch with friends in our quiet, quaint town, we heard shouting as we walked to our cars. We froze and stared at the source of the unexpected outrage.

            A few feet from us, a white truck and a black truck stopped traffic on the main thoroughfare. Both drivers stood beside their trucks with opened doors. 

            The man at the back cussed and threatened the person he thought offended him in some way. From his escalating tirade, he definitely thought he had been abused. With so many recent shootings, I was afraid he would pull out a gun. 

            Thankfully, the first driver remained calm and didn’t add to the disturbing situation. He got into his truck and left. 

            When the irate driver took off, I hoped he didn’t follow to continue his attack. Then I noticed a bumper sticker from a local Christian radio station. Did he put it on his truck or did someone else. In either case, his outburst produced a terrible Christian witness. 

            An instant burst of anger, a bit of gossip, laying on the horn at a slow driver, or a snide remark can ruin a witness to those who might already have a distorted view of Christians. If we wear a cross, attend church or carry a Bible, people assume we are Christians and may be happy to see us falter.   

            The incident reminded me that our actions don’t have to be as outrageous as the angry driver but can be just as damaging if we taint the world’s view of Christianity. 

Father, show us how to live like Jesus in our broken world. Help us be kind even when it is not easy. Amen. 

More Resistant Critters

Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
    and he brought them out of their distress. He stilled the storm to a whisper;
    the waves of the sea^[a] were hushed. They were glad when it grew calm,
    and he guided them to their desired haven. Let them give thanks to the Lord for his unfailing love and his wonderful deeds for mankind.

Psalm 107:28-31 NIV

Every few hours, I searched my patio for the butterfly that escaped from the cage. I hoped she had flown through the open door to the outside. 

            Unfortunately, she remained at the top of screen almost to the ceiling. When I attempted to reach her, wings flapped like an out of control fan. 

            Other invaders entered through the wide open door and joined her at the end of my patio. A huge dragonfly buzzed as it tried to propel itself through the screen. A wasp whizzed near me. My trusty broom tried to move the group of insects toward the door. 

            The butterfly moved higher out of my reach. The dragonfly continued buzzing like a miniature saw. I dreaded the wasp who could cause me pain and swelling. All resisted help. 

            With a fly swatter in hand, I eliminated one. Repeatedly, I attempted to maneuver the remaining ones to the outside. Then a second dragonfly dive bombed me from out of nowhere.  He grabbed hold of the screen as I contemplated my dilemma.  

            Should the door remain open as a means of escape for the critters or should it be closed to prevent more unwelcome intruders? 

            As I pondered the situation, the butterfly descended within my reach. She folded her tiny wings so I could gently grasp them and hurried outside before I dropped her. She danced in the wind after the release. 

But once back in the patio, I heard more fluttering not far from the door.  Behind a chair, a second monarch frantically flopped from one spot to another away from me. This time my broom guided it to the nearby door and freedom. One dragonfly zoomed away but the second one continued to elude me. 

With only one insect remaining, I latched the door which prevented his escape. 

When the butterflies broke out of their safe place, they became disoriented and lost in the patio. Then intruders from the outside joined them and added to the confusion. They all gathered close together but with no leader, they floundered. Only one departed on his own but no one followed him. I have no idea what happened to the second dragonfly. 

At times, we might be lost, confused and trapped in difficult situations.  Instead of following a reliable leader and ignoring unsuitable companions who are also befuddled, we remain ensnared.   

Jesus is a rescuer who can still our storms or gently remove us from them.  He doesn’t force us but desires that we obediently follow Him.  

Father, help us to follow your instructions as we follow Jesus who rescues us. Amen

The Open Door

Therefore Jesus said again, “Very truly I tell you, I am the gate for the sheep. All who have come before me are thieves and robbers, but the sheep have not listened to them. I am the gate; whoever enters through me will be saved. They will come in and go out, and find pasture. The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.

John 10: 7-10 NIV

For months I kept up with three butterfly cages and eighty-three monarchs hatched successfully. The process is time consuming but rewarding when butterflies take off to flitter around the yard. 

            Recently, I cleaned the cages and had two chrysalises hanging from the top of one of them. A few days later, I noticed the flap on the habitat wasn’t zipped completely but wasn’t concerned until I saw empty chrysalises dangling from the top. No butterflies hung on the mesh. 

            My eyes roamed my enclosed patio. They stopped at the far end near the ceiling.  A monarch clutched the screen above my reach. I tried to entice the new butterfly to latch onto a broom. She did for a couple of inches and then moved up higher. With an alluring flower stuck into the broom, I tried again. No success. 

            Even though she was far from the screen door, I left it open and hoped she would escape to the outside world. If she got out of a tiny opening in the cage, surely, she could fly out of a big door.

            Every hour or so, I checked to see if she had left but she hadn’t. I tried the broom again but that didn’t help either. 

            Since spring, I cleaned cages, supplied milkweed, brought teeny eggs inside and released full grown monarchs. My efforts protected them from predators and ensured a safe environment. Then one time I forgot to zip the opening. 

            Within her larger cage, she was protected from wind, rain and most predators. But there were no blooms to feed her. She could see the world through the screen but couldn’t figure out how to get there. She refused all my attempts of rescue.

            Like my stubborn butterfly, we get stuck in difficult situations. We become entangled in poor choices, addictions, and worldly vices. 

            When God calls and tries to show us a way out, we sometimes run further away and refuse guidance. Enduring the familiar can trap us in unhealthy or dangerous situations. 

            God loves us and wants the best for His children. We need to go to Him. He leaves the door open so we can enter and have an abundant life.  

Loving Father, you love us and want what is best for us. But we must listen and move through Your door as you guide us. Amen.