Category Archives: visuals
Demanding God to send the humming birds now!
Claire is one of the great ladies attending bible study and our church. She is a visual person much like me, though God seems to communicate even more in Dreams with her.
She was getting ready for church this morning and had cleaned, filled, and hung up her hummingbird feeder. Getting kind of excited about the prospect of seeing the hummingbirds come and have some breakfast she in a sense demanded that God would send them even before she left for church. Send them right now!
I like Claire and her boldness. She always has a spiritual take on things just a little differently than I might and gives me a lot of food for thought.
Well she came up and greeted me this morning in the sanctuary and told me about her conversation with God and telling him to send the hummingbirds now! And she then said, “But you know what God told me not to test him since that’s what I was doing. So I won’t do that again.”
Claire kind of giggled and then said, “He was right ya know, I was testing him and I shouldn’t do that. I was just so excited about seeing them come to feed.”
Funny how there are times and things in our lives that we can and should ask for: healing, financial needs, a place to live, our spouses, needs for our family, a vehicle to drive, food to eat, clothes to wear, a job or promotion, salvation for people we know, understanding the Word, and discernment. We are even allowed to test him in our giving. But not allowed to test him with a hummingbird feeder.
Claire was wonderful in her sharing. Just letting me know that this was not a “best” practice to make a request, and that God had corrected her in love and she will enjoy the bird feeder all the more as the season continues and God provides.
I enjoy honesty and sharing the stories of life. God is so good to gently correct us and get us back on track.
My husband woke up the other morning thinking he had gone deaf.
Well let me back up a few days.
Rod and I went shopping for some items at the store. Nothing really out of the ordinary shampoo, toothpaste, dental floss, you know the daily consumables. As we were pursuing the store we passed an en cap with some impulse items for sale. One of the pegs contained ear plugs in a new formed blister pack and ever so appealing package. He bought some. Here is my self admission. I snore. Doesn’t usually bother me, but alas it does bother him. So he kindly showed them to me and announced that he thought these might help him get a better night’s sleep. True love, don’t ya’ just love it. We came home from the store and put the items away. And the ear plugs sat.
About a week and a half went by and he decided to try them out one evening. He comes to bed late, always has. I am the early one, he is the late one. Puts in the ear plugs and has a wonderful and quiet night’s sleep. He woke up the next morning having forgotten about them and thought surely he was deaf.
Now if you know Rod and his imagination this is a funny scene. He thinks to himself, “What I survived prostate cancer and now I am deaf! What next!?”
Then he realized that the ear plugs were still in.
I don’t really have a spiritual connection to share here like I usually would just words of encouragement in what may seem like the mundane themes of life. We sleep, eat, work, play, busy ourselves and start another day. Remember to listen for and look for the things of God even in the mundane. Don’t live without purpose or you could wake up deaf.
Consider not being able to hear music or song or laughter or family and friends talking ever again. Thank God that these are part of how he created us.
Psalms 139:13-14 (NIV)
13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.
I got out of the shower today and was getting dressed. I notice on my right forearm a quarter sized bruise and wondered where did that come from? I do not remember smacking my arm against anything recently or anything hitting me with that kind of force, what it takes to leave a bruise. I touched it with my pointer finger and did not feel any pain. Hmm deep enough to leave a mark but no pain when pressure is applied that’s odd. Our past life experiences are sometimes like that. We have some hurts that left a scar but by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ they don’t hurt anymore. We may see or remember these bruises from time to time. Often we refer to them as our testimony. Maybe it was abandonment, divorce, abuse, neglect, addictions or whatever the case may be. Somehow by our act of laying these down before the cross the pain has been removed. We have walked through the healing process and moved on and see that there is life after such a tragedy. For others when they see the visual reminder the pain is immediately there! The agony of the hurt inflicted while going through the divorce or abuse lingers and they have not let God heal them. They are so used to wearing the pain and have become a victim of the action that they seem to not know any other way to respond. I hear it from time to time as I minister to people. The victim tone. My husband and I were facilitating a time of worship and Bible study recently for a group of men recovering from drug and alcohol addictions. One man came up to us afterwards and asked for prayer, but in his asking did more wining than confessing. He was being wrongly accused and set up. Now it is true that this happens, but it was his tone in the describing of the events that caused concern. Do you know what I am talking about? Think about it for a moment. Is it not true that sometimes we so love the attention and concern that we get when we wear our bruise or badge as a horrible accusation or infirmity that only we have ever had to bear! The ole woe is me story and no one else has ever been through this like I have! I am not assessing judgment here just pointing out the difference of allowing God’s healing verses continuing to wear the bruise. The choice is up to you. What are you going to do?
Time Mutated to the Max
I work at an elementary school, part time, in a special education classroom. I am a para educator and I thoroughly enjoy my job. It is delightful and exhausting. My shift is in the afternoon so I am there until the end of the school day.
I had completed my day and had just got to my car. Sitting in the driver’s seat and stretching my legs, taking a deep sigh and just getting buckled in. I was hurrying because if you don’t get out of the parking lot by 3:20 you’ll be stuck in the congestion for 10 or more minutes. Nothing like what you find on Highway 405 at 5 pm, but stuck none the less. I was struck right between the eyes with the realization that so many others here were doing the very same thing. Shoving to get in and then get out. Jostling their vehicles in just the right position to pick up the child and get out. Get on to the next task. Funny we are so polite to others until our parking spot or time has been absorbed.
I began to think about the process of multi-tasking and getting every possible ounce of productivity out of each and every moment that we breathe. I mean really sometimes that is how some of us live. We are a success if we can describe in detail the very best and most productive use of each minute in any family, job, even vacation or relaxation moment of time.
I think the fact that I had just read a job announcement from a company with a complete and ridiculous cold calling expectation might have had some impact on what was bringing this thought around. The advertisement on craigslist for the job had how long it took to dial a number, how often you would get a voice mail and the time it took to leave a message and then if you got a real person the average call would last 4 minutes and their goal for you was to make 800 calls a day. Now mathematically speaking it works out, but having done this as a job I can tell you 120 calls a day is really good.
So back to my point and thought: God created time way back in Genesis. As soon as He created day and then night a calendar began. Not before that – but just at that very moment. God created time for man, as a way to keep things in order and help prevent chaos. Seems we, man, have taken time and tried to micro-manage any of the freedom out of it we can. We are trying to be the god of time, instead of allowing God to be our time-clock. No longer can we stop and help someone, what if we are late? We have lost the value of craftsmanship and creativity to machinery that churns out 30 identical items per hour to be sold and reordered the same for the next shopper.
I think we have surpassed the line of productivity and entered into the twilight zone of a mutation of time. When will it end?
Date written 5/11/10