Showing Up Small And she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. Luke 2:7 has been a year for the books. We won’t forget it. We’ve all...
The Wait …the heavens were opened, and the Holy Spirit descended on him in bodily form, like a dove; and a voice came from Heaven, "You are my beloved Son; with you I am well pleased.’"Jesus, when he began his ministry, was about thirty years of age… Luke 3:21b-23a...
Rest in Me Pray continually. 1 Thessalonians 5:17 rolls on. Summer is fading into fall and we still are feeling the effects. Strangely, as restrictions have loosened up, life seems to feel heavier. The simplest things, falling asleep, staying...
These past few months have been wrought with change. Our daily norms have been uprooted. As fall approaches, it appears we have more time to spend in this new way of life. I find it is easy to get wrapped up in MY needs and MY wants. God, keep me and my loved ones safe. God, please create a safe way for my kids to spend some time away from me. God please protect our jobs.
I’ve noticed a tightening in of my circle. I must confess my prayers have become smaller and smaller. They’ve become more and more about ME.
The slowing down has also led to me thinking about the importance of family meals. Sitting together, sharing the ups and downs of our days, laughing together, encouraging each other and simply being present. All of these things are modeled over and over in Jesus’ life and ministry. Some of it is cultural. It’s just how things were done in his day. But I wonder, if there are important insights we can gain from His meals.
Our old lives are a faded picture. We remember our beautiful, colorful lives, but today we live in gray. We keep trying, yet we can’t move the hands of the clock beyond 3 am.
Jesus tells us to come to him and find rest, to take His yoke and learn from Him. We are all weary. We are all burdened. Yet it is up to us to pick up His yoke – His yoke of wisdom and rest. We need to choose it.
In order to focus on “being,” I needed to be willing to let go of “doing.” The two are mutually exclusive. I needed to quiet not just my body, but also my mind.
As darkness fell, it enveloped us. I looked up. There above us was a blanket of stars. Literally thousands. They were the brightest stars I’d ever seen. We pulled off the side of the road to stop the car so we could both just stare at the sky. It truly was incredible.
When a loved one is sick or hurting the first thing I offer is prayer. “I’ll pray for you,” I reply. But I quickly follow that up with, “What else can I do?” I’m looking for a tangible way to lighten their load. I want to help in any way I can. I’ve noticed, that I’m often left with a feeling of disappointment or even helplessness if there isn’t a task assigned to me. “The least I can do is to pray,” I say and I do it.
We live in bondage to our feelings, justified or not. We have remembered and memorialized the wrongdoings heaped upon us. If we aren’t careful our accusations shift to God. How could You allow this? Don’t You love me? Don’t You see me? Don’t You care?