Showing posts with label Romans 8: 28. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romans 8: 28. Show all posts

Friday, April 26, 2013

My Girl...Michelle...


Once again, stolen from my daughters blog, "Delighted!"

on happiness

APRIL 17, 2013
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I have been thinking about God’s will a lot lately. I’ve been thinking about how we know (and can be certain of) His plan for our lives.
So this was my divinely inspired thought a few days ago;
My happiness doesn’t mean I’m in God’s will.
My unhappiness doesn’t mean I’m not in God’s will. 
I know what you’re thinking “duh, Michelle”.
But for me, I needed to verbalize it- write it down and say it out loud few times.
You see, I’ve lived a lot of my life this way, without even realizing it.
I look back on difficult situations and circumstances in my life and think “Oh well, I was out of God’s plan then.” or “I must have done something bad and ‘walked away from God’s will’ “. I look towards the future and think ” Well, if we’re happy then we’ll know we’re in God’s will”.
Yes, it’s embarrassing to admit that I’ve been thinking like this (and that’s why I’m writing it here).
Now with this new perspective, I see more clearly that God has used those rather “unhappy” times to make me the person He wants me to be. And He’s used the “happy” times to bless me.
God hasn’t guaranteed our happiness….
“I don’t think the way you think.
The way you work isn’t the way I work.” Isaiah 55:8 (the message)
He has promised us other things…
“And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them.” Romans 8:28

PS Michelle, I'm delighted in YOU!!

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tags of the Fan!


Funny when I finished the blog post last week, I kept rehearsing it in my head thinking of what I DIDN’T say.

My dad has always been the big obnoxious fan going to ballgames in full regalia.  He is known for carrying his stadium-padded seat in one hand and a megaphone in the other. (He should repent, he stole the megaphone from an opposing team.)

As each of my brothers played and excelled in football, we would hear him calling out his litany of “tag lines.”  Tag lines that no one but our family understood.  To fully appreciate my dad’s tag lines you must first understand his persona.  My dad was 6’3”, wears a size 13 shoe and usually hovers around 230 pounds.  When his voice would boom through the stadium everyone knew it.

From his often unsportsmen and hysterically funny comments to the referees or the opposing team or our team, you knew what my dad was thinking.  For example; when he took off his glasses and offered them to the referee, we all knew the insinuation.  When the referee looked up to him in the stands, my dad would yell, “Yeah, I’m talking to you and I’ll be glad to bring the glasses to you.”

Dad was never bashful about offering the Coach some pointers or plays about a poorly called or executed plan. We all ducked our heads knowing Dad was about to hurl his opinions.  Although, he meant what he said, he often would find the coaches, players, referees and even fans to apologize to after the game to be sure he hadn’t offended them and to ask forgiveness.

Along with his funny one-liners and actions, my dad would shout out his tag lines to my brothers.  “C. A.” Which our family knew meant Christian attitude,  or “C.T.” which meant Christian testimony.  One of our favorites was “Pursuit Duke!”

My youngest brother was called “Duke."  No one called him this other than my dad from the stands.  It was on this tag line that my brother was to hunt out and put his teeth into the opposition.

The games have not been played by my brothers since their college years almost 20 years ago.

My dad has a new tag line.  I softer more gentler perspective on this world has lead up to new tag lines from Dad. 

My dad over the past couple of weeks has been displaying some very uncharacteristic behavior.  Slurred words, not being able to complete thoughts and tasks are just a few of his new behaviors.

It culminated yesterday with a trip to the ER and a decision to do emergency surgery.  His brain was filling with blood causing pressure and the previously mentioned behaviors.

The night before he went to the hospital, I spoke to him on the phone.  He was unable to communicate anything I could really understand.  Minutes before his surgery I called him.  The Lord allowed him to put words in order.  He told me he loves me.  He finished with his most recent tag line, “Just remember who’s in charge!”

As my daddy was wheeled away to surgery, unsure of the success or outcome, he had given me my charge. My tag line. “Just remember who’s in charge!”


We know who is in charge.  Do we trust Him?  Trust Him enough to make “all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose.”  Do I believe He can do whatever He says He can do?  Do I trust Him to love our children and our families far more than I do?

So for a second week I ask, what is your tag line?

What will your children remember hearing you say over and over?  Are they hearing words of affirmation and encouragement?  Have you proven to them that you live by what you say? Can they trust your tag line?

Consider your words…Proverbs 18: 21  Life and death are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”



For those who have read this far, my sweet daddy, Lawrence is still in ICU with more than a foot of staples around his head.  The surgeon is pleased with the surgery and expects a full recovery.  Please pray against the threat of infection and his on going improvement.  I am forever grateful for your thoughts and prayers for the One who taught me, “Just remember who is in charge!"

Friday, November 11, 2011

Questions???


Being a Mom involves so many questions?  We ask ourselves constantly…what should I do? What does this child need?  When should they be corrected? What should they eat?  What doctor should we us? And ultimately, “Why do they ask so many questions?”

Almost daily while driving from home to school or church we pass a walking track.
We see a host of healthy enthusiasts biking, jogging, roller-blading, those pushing strollers, jumping rope, you name it…they are busy getting healthy. Recently, while driving by the track, we noticed what appeared to be a less than health inspired “group” of people walking.

We knew this because they weren’t in the traditional “uniform” of the “typical track people.”  These groups were wearing jeans and some wore even a more church appropriate attire.  As we passed a second “group” we saw they where carrying a sign that identified themselves as being from a church.

My youngest and I began a conversation filled with questions, “who are they?” and  “why are they dressed like that?”  But the final question came as we passed a little guy carrying a poster board across his back that looked more like a blanket then a message.

His sign read, “Prayer Changes Things!”  To that I smiled.  Hope, on the other hand, almost as if no one was listening asked, “Is that true?”

We had the obvious conversation that would follow such a question.  However I have replayed that moment so many times since that day “Is it really true…does prayer change things?”

Of course the obvious is, it does!  I believe prayer changes things!  I believe all of life is sifted through the providential fingers of our Heavenly Father.

And yet, such bad things happen...have happened, are happening and will happen.  Why can’t God stop those things…or why doesn’t He?

I have thought back to friends of ours in South Carolina, Lt. Clebe and Deanna McClary.  Mrs. McClary's incredibly handsome husband went off to Vietnam to return without an eye, an arm and a limp.  To this day he suffers with the pain of those injuries.  Yet the injuries and experiences he sustained have allowed him to travel and speak in places he could have never spoken to if it weren’t for them.  He shares his salvation experience and invites others to do the same.  Many have come to Christ as a result of his involvement in the Vietnam War.

You know what? Many prayed during that time for him and the war.  They wanted the war over, they wanted our armed forces to come home safe and without injury.  God was answering their prayers and their questions.

Mark Batterson a pastor in Washington DC, says of his salvation experience as a result of watching the movie, The Hiding Place, that he was the beneficiary of  “Corrie ten Boom’s unanswerable questions and unexplainable experiences.”

We don’t have all the answers to our children’s questions let alone ours.  Romans 8: 28 (can we all say it together?)  ALL THINGS work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His good purpose.

Mommy’s we can trust Him with our “unanswered” questions and prayers.  Lets encourage our children to trust Him with all their questions.