Joy to the World!

Luke 3:11
John answered, "Anyone who has two shirts should share with the one who has none, and anyone who has food should do the same."

Three weeks before Christmas Eve, Pastor Wallace throws down the gauntlet.

"When you attend any of the four Christmas Eve services we offer, wear an extra coat and leave it here.  We have so many in our community without a warm coat to wear during the winter months.  So many in need can benefit from what you can afford to give.  Will you do this?  Will you wear that extra coat and leave it in the pews?  Will you show mercy to those in need?"

Did we have that extra outerwear to spare?  Hanging in our closets?  Stored in a cedar chest?  Not worn for years?  Used, but not abused?

Did we?

But, in these trying economic times, can we even afford to give?

Dare we?

Oh, yes!!!

Take a look at this!

Certainly, people whom we will never greet in person or physically touch will wrap one of these coats around them.  Feel a comforting warmth.  Know the love an anonymous soul has for them.

Know of God's great, steadfast, unfailing love through the witness of generosity.

Out of our abundance, out of our paucity, we give.  Give so that others who are suffering can get a hands-up.

And, we do so with joy . . .

Joy!  Knowing the love the Savior has for us.

Joy!  Celebrating Jesus' birth, God coming into the world to save us.

Joy!  Sharing the grand, good news with the weary world so it may rejoice.

A new and glorious morn will dawn for those who don these coats for the first time.  May they wear them gratefully and be warmed through and through.

May they wear them with joy!

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How will you bring joy to the world in every season of the year?

Will you pray with me?

Thank You, Father, for bringing joy into this world through Your Son, our Savior, Christ Jesus.  May we celebrate in joy and give in joy, knowing that Your love is more than enough for us, and so much more than we deserve.  Amen.

Merry Christmas!

Luke 2:7-11

And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

 And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.

 And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.

 And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.

 For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord.

MERRY CHRISTMAS, FROM OUR HOME TO YOURS!

Blessing and love,

Martha and Danny Orlando

Million Dollar Rooms

Luke 2:7
And she brought forth her firstborn Son, and wrapped Him in swaddling cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.

Several nights ago, my husband, Danny, and I are cruising through the television channels.  We stumble upon a show we've never seen before:  Million Dollar Rooms.

Wow . . .

I've never seen such overwhelming opulence.  Such lavish decor.  Such worldly wealth.

All.  In.  One.  Room.

Have you said, "Wow", yet?

In an interview with one homeowner, the show's host, Carter Oosterhouse, inquires as to the type of people she has entertained in her dining room.

"We've had celebrities of all kinds," she gushes, "singers, actors, actresses, sports figures, politicians, captains of industry, and even kings and queens!"

Figures placed by the world on a pedestal.  Revered.  Idolized.

Figures whose mere shadows would never deign to enter our humble home.

And, in a twinkling, this thought dawns on me . . .

We all have a million-dollar room!  It's in our hearts!  For it is there the royalist of royalties, the King of the Universe, dwells.

Christ, Jesus - King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

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Will you prepare a million-dollar room in your heart for Jesus this Christmas?

Will you pray with me?

Thank You, Father, for sending Your only Son into this world to save us from our sins.  As we prepare once again to meet Him at Christmas, make our hearts into million-dollar rooms of welcome for the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.  Amen.

Seeking and Finding the "Ordinary" God

Please give a warm welcome to my dear friend and fellow blogger, Corinne Rodriguez, as my guest writer today.  Corinne's blog, everydaygyaan.com, is ever inspirational and thought-provoking.  I hope you will visit her there after meeting her here!

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I am always inspired by Martha's writing and her gentle and loving manner.  I'm honored to share my reflections here today as I give special thanks for the gift of Martha's friendship to me. ~Corinne

The shepherds were going about their routine when they were interrupted by the message of Christmas.  "God is with us!" the angels proclaimed.  And, they hurried, just as they were, to find that the message was indeed true.

The Wise Men, too, were probably going about their routine when they saw a star in the East and followed it.  They kept following that star until it rested over the place where God, in the form of a baby, lay.

Most of the Israelites expected the Messiah to be extraordinary.  They longed for a Messiah who would act decisively on their behalf and ease them of their misery.  But, there He was, a helpless babe - like every one of us has been.  His parents were ordinary people, too, and he chose to work as a carpenter.  How could this carpenter-turned-preacher and healer be the Messiah, they wondered?

And, they refused to believe . . .

The most precious part of the Christmas message is Emmanuel - God With Us.  Through the work we are called to do and in our "ordinariness", we can experience God.  It never ceases to amaze me that God is so infinitely interested in the ordinariness and routine of our daily lives.  We don't have to try and reach for God.  He has reached for us.  All we need to do is be aware of His presence.  Right here.  Right now.

I recall the beautiful words of Rabindranath Tagore from his masterpiece, Gitanjali:

He is there where the tiller is tilling the hard ground and where the path maker is breaking stones.

He is with them in sun and shower, and his garment is covered with dust . . .

Meet him and stand by him in toil and in sweat of thy brow.

In this season of Advent, I believe that we are called to become more aware of our Emmanuel, God With Us, today and every day.

"Slip-Sliding Away . . ."

Psalm 31:10
My life is consumed by anguish and my years are groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.

All these six long months, we watch our cat, Jordan, closely.  At her last check-up, the veterinarian warns her kidneys are probably failing.  Still, we hope for a miracle.  Pray for her each day.

For a blessed time, Jordan eats and drinks normally.  She begs for more helpings expectantly when she smells the alluring aroma of chicken or turkey roasting in the oven.  More reliable than an alarm, her meows continue to rouse us from sleep each morning.

She purrs contentedly whenever we stroke her back or scratch her chin.  Stands at the door on sunshiny days, begging to be let out so as to bask in the warmth.  Everything seems stable.  Hopeful . . .

We watch.  We wait.

We pray . . .

But, in these last two weeks, we can't help but see.  Jordan's strength fails because of her affliction.  She sleeps almost all day and through the night.  She rises for breakfast, but after a few hapless bites, retreats to her favorite spot: our son, Giovanni's, warm, inviting water bed.

Jordan's bones begin to weaken at an alarming rate.  She hobbles with wavering steps.  Stands, swaying uncertainly.  Falters when heading for her litter pan.

Her once slinky, silent, stalking stride, the one which ever betrayed her feral parentage, is slip-sliding away . . .

Danny's face betrays his consternation.  "Martha, you need to take Jordan to the vet tomorrow.  It may not be good news, but it's time for us to see if there is a shred of hope.  We have to face the reality it it's Jordan's time to go."

Tears well.  I know Danny speaks the truth, but it is one I don't want to admit even though all the evidence is right before my swimming eyes.  Sobs arise.  Grief consumes me.

My kitty baby/child/companion is dying . . .

Eighteen years.  Together.  Through innumerable joys and unspeakable hell.

Together . . . .

If I have to tell Jordan, "Good-bye", will she know how much I love her?  How much God loves her?  Is this the end of her earthly life?  Can she possibly, hope beyond hope, have one more life left in her reservoir of nine?

When Jordan and I  arrive for our 2:00 appointment at the vets, both doctors are demanded in an emergency surgery and can't see us.  The medical assistants assure me that they will keep a close eye on my little one if I choose to leave her until one of the doctors can attend to her.  They are kind and convincing.  So, I leave Jordan there.

I return home.  I wait.  I check e-mail.  Respond.  I wait and pace.  I check my blog, answer comments, and I pace.  I visit Facebook, I comment, I close, and I pace.  I call Danny.  No answer.  Leave a message.  Again, I pace . . .

It's over three hours of  waiting.  Not able to contain myself any longer, I call the vet.  When the doctor comes to the phone, she apologizes profusely about the crazy, busy day they've had, but, yes, she has just finished examining Jordan.

As  sensitively as possible, the doctor breaks the expected news.  "Jordan's kidneys are failing rapidly, Mrs. Orlando, and she has lost a significant amount of weight.  She's down to only a little over five pounds.  There is no cure for her condition."

I choke back the tears . . .

"I'll be right there.  I have to tell Jordan "good-bye . . ."

~

I'll always remember holding, stroking, and cuddling my precious Jordan for the last time on this earth.  I tell her how much I love her.  Assure her that she is about to go to a place where there will be no pain, no sickness, no trials, no tribulations.  The place where joys will never end.  The place where she will be at peace forever.

And, with that, I allow, with grieving heart, my darling Jordan to fly away home . . .

Will you join me in prayer?

Heavenly Father, we are so thankful that You love and care for all of Your creation and are mindful of the lives of each creature.  Comfort all those who mourn the loss of a pet.  Bless them in their grief.  Surround them with Your incomparable love.  Amen.

"Rudolf With Your Nose so Bright . . ."

Romans 2:12
Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is - his good, pleasing and perfect will.

To those of you who regularly visit Meditations of my Heart, this confession may come as a bit of a surprise - I love watching" Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" every year at Christmas.  It's been one of my favorites since I was a girl (yes, the show is older than dirt).  Why?  Because, it's a touching story with a Christian message.

What???  Really?  Surely, you must be joking, Martha!  It's a story about Santa and reindeer, the North Pole and elves, jingle bells and ho, ho, ho!  Where is Jesus in THAT?

I'll tell you.

First, I see the Lord in the willingness of both Rudolf and Yukon Cornelius to sacrifice their own lives for their friends.  Did Jesus not say, "Greater love has no one than this:  to lay down one's life for one's friends (John 15:13)?"  And, in His great, infinite, wondrous love for us, did Jesus not make the ultimate sacrifice when He hung on the cross?  Bore the sins of everyone?  Died that we might be free?  Risen that we might have everlasting life in Him?

That similarity in the Rudolph story would, indeed, be enough to argue in favor of a Christian message.  But, there's more . . .

Rudolph, with his nose too bright, and Hermey, the elf who would rather be a dentist than make toys, are misfits.  They are persecuted and shunned by their friends and family.  But, instead of conforming to the demands of the society in which they live, Rudolf and Hermey decide to be "independent together."  The leave the North Pole and set out to make their own way in the world.

As Christians, who are in the world but not of it, don't we all have a bit of the misfit in us, too?  Aren't we often scorned or reviled by those who consider themselves wise in worldly ways?

And, wasn't Jesus considered a misfit by the Pharisees and teachers of the law?  Certainly, our Lord did not fit any religious mold considered righteous by the establishment.  Instead, they declared Him a blasphemer and turned Him over to the Roman authorities.  We know the rest of that story . . .

No, being a misfit isn't safe.  But, when it's for Jesus' sake, it is worth everything.

On the island of misfit toys, King Moonracer tells Rudolf and his friends, "A toy is never truly happy until it is loved by a child."  That very Christmas, Santa collects all the unwanted toys and delivers them to boys and girls who will love and appreciate them.  The boys and girls who will make them happy.

And, isn't that the way with us?  We can never be truly happy until we understand how much we are loved by God.  Misfits, in all our brokenness and frailties, trials and troubles, loved.  By the King of the Universe.

Unconditionally . . .

And, because of this incomparable love, like Rudolph leading Santa's team through the murky fog, his red nose glowing, we can shine God's light into the darkness.  Bring hope to others.  Show them where true joy and happiness lie.

Misfits, you and I . . .

We can lead the way.

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Do you have a favorite program which you watch at Christmas?

Will you pray with me?

Father, we thank You for loving us so much that You sent Your beloved Son, Christ Jesus, to die for our sins.  May we always do Your will and walk in Your ways, shining Your glorious light into all the world.  Amen.

A Trip, A Tryst, and A Terror

Peter 5:6
Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time.

Tuesday, December 4, begins the same way it does every morning for me.  Dazedly, start the coffee.  Boot the computer.  Feed the meowing cat.  Step out onto the deck, hoping fresh, cool air will begin to wake me up before the coffee finishes brewing.

Nothing at all hints that this ordinary day is about to become extraordinary.  Gratefully sipping my first cup of coffee, I open my e-mail.  And, I see the message from my publisher.

"The book has shipped!"

Four simple words which catapult me into an orbit of joy.  Finally!  After all this time of waiting and hoping and praying, "A Trip, A Tryst, and A Terror" is on the way!

The Glade Series is launched!

Of course, I immediately e-mail my husband, Danny, with the glorious news.  He shares the tidings with his co-workers who have been asking about the book for weeks.

Wearing a smile that just won't quit, I go through the remainder of my morning routine.  Breakfast, the gym, the shower, and then, it's off to Bible study with Pastor Emily and the delightful college crowd.

As I'm driving, my cell phone rings.  It's Danny.

"You won't believe this," he says, "but the book is already available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble."

"What???"  I can't believe my ears.

"Yes!  Several people at work told me they found it.  I'm looking at it right now!"

I'm beside myself.  What amazing news this is!  When I arrive at Bible study, I share the latest with everyone.  The kids and Emily are so excited.  So much so, that one of the guys looks the novel up on his smart phone and adds it to his Christmas wish list!

"My mom won't believe I actually want a book for Christmas," he jokes, prompting laughter all round.

And, the day just gets better.  Home again, I update The Glade Facebook page.  Oh, what an incredible response!!!  My friends not only order the book, they share the news on their feeds!  Now, I'm feeling doubly, no, triply blessed!

But, that's not the end of the story.  I arrive home the next day after making arrangements for a book signing at my church when there, stacked against our garage, are four large cardboard boxes and a small one on top.  I know instantly what has arrived, much earlier than ever I could have anticipated.

THE BOOK!!!

As I hold it for the first time, my eyes fill with tears.  The.  Wait.  Has.  Been.  So.  Long . . . Yet, worth every moment when I know, in my heart of hearts, the the Lord, my God, has been in this from the beginning.  All has come to pass in His time.

And, indeed, He has lifted me up . . .

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How is the Lord lifting you up today?

Will you join me in prayer?

Thank You, dear Father, for all Your many blessings.  May we ever be humble before You, trusting that Your mighty hand will hold us close and lift us up in due time.  Amen.

The Twelve Pathways to Christmas

Psalm 46:10
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 Christmas season with all its worldly trappings is upon us once more.  Gifts to buy and wrap.  Parties to plan or attend.  Baking for friends and neighbors.  Trimming the tree.  Hanging the wreaths, the stockings, the garlands.  Cards to sign and send.  More gifts to buy and wrap . . .

The hustling, bustling, head-spinning list of must-dos and have-tos seems endless!

And, if we let it consume us, by the time Christmas Day rolls around, we are too tired or cranky or broke to enjoy it.  Too stressed out to celebrate the glad tidings with great joy.

But, how do we slow down?  How can we simply be still in the midst of chaos?  Meet the demands which keep on coming with grace?

What can we do to prepare our hearts, minds, and souls to welcome the real reason for the season?

I have three suggestions:  set aside intentional time just for you; spend time in prayer and scripture, and read Andy Wood's inspirational gem of a book, The Twelve Pathways to Christmas which you can download to your Kindle here. 

What a happy serendipity it is the day I run across Andy's marvelous blog, Lifevesting!  I have followed his writings faithfully ever since.  So, imagine my delight when Andy recently asks me to read his latest book and write a review for Amazon.  As well acquainted as I am with his writing style, I know I'm in for one pleasurable and enlightening learning experience.

And, I am right.  From the first page to the last, Andy's conversational style, memorable vignettes, and grounded Biblical references draw me in and set me to soaring on eagle's wings.  

I cannot put it down.  I read it all in one afternoon.  I want to read and reread. 

Again, and again, and again . . .

And, I will, but slower this time.  Much slower.  I want to savor, to treasure each word.  Take each of the twelve pathways one at a time.  Reflect.  Meditate.

Pray.

Because, I know beyond any remnant of a doubt, even a Scrooge couldn't help but be moved by Andy's engaging, illuminating work.  And, that being said, The Twelve Pathways to Christmas will replace A Christmas Carol as my traditional Advent read.

And, my hope for you?  That Andy's book will become your required read for this blessed season, too.

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Will you take time to be still and know that He is God in this all too busy season of the year?

Will you pray with me?

Thank you, Father, for giving us gifted writers like Andy Wood who so eloquently remind us to stay centered in You during this hectic and busy season.  May we never forget to be still, to listen to You, to know You.  Let us all rejoice in the reason for the season, giving thanks to You in all things.  Amen.

"Anticipation . . ."

Matthew 25:13
Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.

December 2nd is the first Sunday of Advent.  In honor of this sacred season, I am posting, with few changes, the devotion I wrote last year.  Enjoy!

The season of Advent is a time of preparation.  Our minds and hearts are once again on the road to Bethlehem.  Our destination?  Christmas Day and the joyful welcoming of our Savior into the world.

But, Advent is more than the Christmas story.  It is also a time to prepare our hearts, minds, and souls for the day when the Lord will return.

The Second Coming.

It is a time of watching and waiting.  Of expectation and anticipation.

We know not the day nor the hour . . .

It could be a thousand years from now.

It could be tomorrow.

It could be now . . .

Are you ready?

I hope you will take time this season to reflect, to pray, and to prepare for the coming of the Lord.

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Will you make room in your heart for Jesus today?

Will you pray with me?

During this season of Advent, Father, let us not succumb to the distractions of the secular world.  Help us to focus on Your coming into the world to redeem us.  Let us meditate upon Your promise to come again.  Create within us clean hearts where there is plenty of room for you.  Amen.

Are YOU in my PEW???

Psalm 122:1
I rejoiced with those who said to me,
"Let us go to the house of the Lord."

We humans are most certainly creatures of habit.  Whether we are gathered at our dining tables, weekly business meetings, and, yes, even at church, we tend to sit in the same place.  And, when we find our comfort zone, we don't want anyone interfering with our space.

Pastor Wallace tells of a time when a neighboring Methodist Church burns to the ground.  A new one is erected on the same site, and Wallace is invited to speak at the dedication.  He can't help but notice an elderly lady standing at the back of the church, counting the pews before she nods satisfactorily and strides up the aisle to the fourth pew on the right.

When he is greeting the members of the congregation at the end of the service, he can't help but ask the woman why she was counting pews.

"My family has always sat in the fourth pew from the back," she states in a no-nonsense tone.

"But," Wallace protests, "this isn't even the same church!"

"No matter," she says, "it's my pew and that's that!"

Wow!  I would not want to be the hapless visitor who dared to plunk herself down in that lady's spot!

Sadly, in another church, Wallace tells us, one woman makes that very mistake . . .

She is sitting by herself in the second pew, perusing the bulletin.

"Excuse me!"  The voice is harsh, authoritarian.

The woman turns to meet the haughty gaze of a dowager with a passel of children and grandchildren in tow.

"You'll have to move.  This is our pew!"

Maintaining her composure, the woman gathers up her purse and Bible, and departs without a word.

As it turns out, she is the wife of the visiting pastor.  The man this church is seriously considering for a permanent position.

A position this pastor will, based on this incident, turn down.

And, I'm left to ponder . . . How many visitors in how many churches have been treated this way?  Ousted instead of welcomed?  All because a pew is more important than a person?

Instead, shouldn't we be rejoicing with this newcomer who decided to enter the house of the Lord?  Gladly, make room for them?  Greet them as we would like to be greeted?

For, how will a seeker come to know the Lord Jesus and His great love for them if we don't demonstrate that love first?

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How will you greet and treat a visitor at your church next Sunday?

Will you join me in prayer?

Grant us, Father, the grace to love others as Jesus taught us.  May we welcome the visitors always, making room for them on our pew, making room for them in our church family.  Amen.

Comfort in the Cross

Luke 7:12-13
As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out - the only son of his mother, and she was a widow.  And a large crowd from the town was with her.  When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, "Don't cry."

My friend, Kelly, and her husband endure the nightmare all parents dread:  Losing a child.  Their son, Tyler, is killed in a car wreck not long after getting his driver's license.  The tragedy consumes the family with overwhelming grief.

As the slow, painful days and weeks unfold, Kelly finds comfort and solace in taking fresh flowers to the site of the crash.  She talks to Tyler.  She prays to God.  

She weeps . . .

And, she returns faithfully, week after week, to replace the wilting blooms with new ones.  In loving memory of the son she so desperately misses.

It is on one of these routine visits when Kelly gets the surprise of her life.  Where there should be a bouquet in need of removal, she sees this:

A simple, yet elegant cross standing at the spot.  An eternal reminder . . .

Kelly is dumbfounded.  Her tears flow.  Who of her friends was so thoughtful, so caring, to place a permanent memorial here for Tyler?  She has to find out!

Call after call.  E-mail after e-mail.  Friends in the neighborhood, at work, at church.  Everyone agrees the placement of the cross is a generous, loving gesture, but not a one takes credit for it.

Kelly is baffled, but finally resigns herself to the fact she may never know who did this for Tyler.  For her.  That she may never have the chance to thank this person properly.

Years have passed since the accident which claimed Tyler's life.  Kelly still has days when she feels heavy in her heart.  It is on one of these when a conversation she has with two friends from her Cross Fit training takes an unexpected turn.

"Are you going to vote early, Kelly?"  Ann asks.  Linda listens in.

"You bet!"  Kelly says.  "Voting is a freedom my family never takes for granted.  It's something my Tyler so looked forward to be able to do.  I so wish he had had the chance . . ."

Her voice trails off.  Ann knows the story.  Linda doesn't.

"Kelly, if I'm not being too intrusive here, what happened to Tyler?"

With tears welling, Kelly recounts the story of the car accident and how a day doesn't go by when she doesn't miss him.

"I still visit the site of the crash," she tells the women.  "It might sound strange, but I get such comfort kneeling before the cross someone placed there."

"Someone?"  Linda asks.  "You mean, you don't know who put it there?"

Kelly shakes her head.  "For months, I asked every friend I could think of if they were the one to do such a kind thing.  No one admitted to having done it.  I guess I'll never know who this angel is."

Linda looks at Kelly intently before posing another question.

"Kelly, where did you say this crash happened?"

"I didn't.  It was on Mars Hill Road near The Hermitage."

"Kelly!"  Linda gasps.  "I know who put the cross there!"

"You do?"  Kelly is incredulous.

"Yes!  Yes!  I know for sure!  It was my mother.  For weeks, she watched you bringing flowers there.  Saw how great your grief was.  And, she wanted to give you hope."

Now, the eyes of all three women are brimming with tears.

"And, she did, Linda," Kelly tells her, "more than anyone could ever know.  Oh, how grateful I am to finally be able to thank my angel!"

~

Have you ever given or been given an anonymous gift?

Will you pray with me?

Today, Father, we pray for all parents who have lost a child.  Surround them with Your grace, Your comfort, and Your peace.  Let them rest in the blessed assurance that one day they will be reunited with their loved one in Heaven, where Jesus will wipe away every tear.  Amen.

"Give Thanks to God for All He Has Done . . ."

1 Thessalonians 5:18
Give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

Thanksgiving Day is just around the corner.  For most, it is a day filled with family and friends, feasting and football.  Forgotten by too many is the real reason we celebrate this holiday:  To honor and thank the Lord as a nation for all His gifts and blessings.

But, if you, like me, are a practicing Christian, we realize that giving thanks to God is not an activity confined to one day.  It is a 365, 24/7 commitment.  In all times and in all places and, as St. Paul tells us, in all circumstances.

Really?  In all circumstances?  Isn't this a bit much to ask of us?  After all, we are only human, and we go through some pretty troubling, frightening, and devastating experiences in our lives.  How are we supposed to thank God when bad things happen to us or to those we love?

I'll be the first to confess; there have been many times in my life when I found being able to thank the Lord impossible.  And, I dare say, we've all been in those deep, dark, dungeons where wallowing in sorrow or self-pity is perceived as more desirable than reaching out to God.  Or, letting Him reach out to us.

And, being thankful in the midst of our misery is the last thing on our minds.

When it should be the first . . .

If you are in a place today where giving thanks to God seems out of the question, there is a way out.  Start by remembering you are not the center of the universe.

He is.

Then, tell Him you are grateful for:

• His love
• His mercy
• His forgiveness
• His friendship
• His sacrifice . . .

These are unsurpassed gifts the Lord has given to you and me.  Ones for which we can never thank Him enough.

~

Whatever the circumstances you find yourself in today, will you give thanks to God?

Please join me in prayer:

Create in us, Father, a loving and thankful spirit.  Help us to remember all the mighty deeds You've done for us and the blessings You have given.  May our attitudes ever be ones of gratitude.  Amen.

Can't Fill Papa's Shoes

Psalm 18:31
For who is God besides the Lord?
And who is the Rock except our God?

Our granddaughter, Virginia Rose, never says "never" when it comes to attempting feats which are really too much for her.

Whether it is cramming both fists full with her special rocks to transfer them from sofa to table . . .

Or, piling her shovel too high with them . . .

Or, toting an armload of unique toys kept in Papa's closet from the bedroom to the living room . . .

I worry she will stumble and fall, and forget to let the objects loose so her hands, not her head, hit the floor first.

So, it comes as no surprise to us that, when she spies Papa's heavy-duty winter boots tucked under an end table (why they are there is a long story for another time), she wants to try them on.  To say I'm just a bit concerned is the understatement of the decade.  Because, knowing Virginia, she will not be content to simply stand in them.  She will try to walk.

Her mom, Sarah, helps Virginia get into the boots and stands her on her feet.

We hover close to her as, sure enough, she begins clomping around in those over-sized giants.  The shoes are weighty, indeed, and I am amazed that Virginia can maneuver in them at all.  That she lasts as long as she does.

Finally, growing weary of the "trudgery", she plops herself down on her behind and motions for us to remove the unwieldy burdens.  Of course, we happily oblige.

Her feet set free, a relieved Virginia breaks into a run around the dining room table, stopping only long enough to gather two fistfuls of rocks, and race with them back to the couch.

Sarah turns to me and smiles.  "I think Virginia taught us something about God today."

"Really?  Do tell!"

"She can't fill her Papa's shoes, and neither can we."

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Our God, our Lord, our Abba, our Papa . . . How many times do we try to fill the shoes which are His and His alone?

Will you pray with me?

Dearest Father, no one and nothing compares with Your majesty, wonder, and glory.  No one but You can fill Your shoes.  When the burdens of life make it hard to place one foot in front of the other, remind us to give our troubles over to You, our Comforter, our Friend, our Rock.  Amen.