This Flower…

This flower is growing in my mother’s driveway. It sprouted earlier this summer when she scattered birdseed that was too large to fit in her bird feeder. My mom has flowers growing all over her yard. Flowers that she never really planted. She just scattered a few seeds here and there and waited for the beauty.

Out of all her flowers, this one wins the prize. My mom specifically asked me and my sister to park carefully when we visited, so as not to run over the sunflower that had begun to grow in her driveway. We followed her instructions, but failed to mention the flower to our children.

The flower was a source of joy for Mom, who can’t get out as much as she would like. She could view the flower from her sunroom and watch the beauty of its growth. A flower gracing the gravel with its glory.

Enter two young boys with light sabers. My son, Benjamin, and my sister’s son, Andrew were playing outside at Nana’s house when they discovered the large “weed” growing in the driveway. It did not yet have blooms and could easily have been mistaken for a weed. These boys know their Nana doesn’t like weeds in her yard and decided to take care of the problem. A few moments later, the flower had been whacked with Jedi force.

My sister, Kristi discovered how the young Jedi had tackled the “weed” and explained to them it was a flower. They quickly apologized to Nana and of course, she forgave. However, I knew the sight of the wilting flower would make her sad.

I visited a few days later and used scissors to trim everything that was dead. My hopes weren’t very high for recovery, but I reminded myself that it was in my mother’s yard, where everything grows.

By now you know the rest of the story. The flower has fully recovered and proudly shares its blooms with the world.

This story immediately turns my mind to the amazing things that God can do. My mom scattered several seeds at the beginning of the summer, but only one grew into a beautiful, blooming flower. We too are called to scatter the seeds of our faith to the world around us. Some of those seeds will never take root and grow, but some will grow and become the most beautiful children of God. Followers of Christ, forever changed for His glory.

Even those who begin to grow in the faith can be knocked down by the evil one. They can be torn apart because Satan doesn’t want them to bloom and grow and point others to the Savior. In these times of attack, it’s God our Father to the rescue. He is the One who gives life and gives it abundantly. He prunes those injured, dead places from our lives. He removes the weight of those burdens and restores us to a place where we can grow in His goodness. Praise be to God, the giver of all good things.

Father, help me to grow in your goodness and bloom radiantly for You. Help me to scatter the seeds of my faith so that others may know You and live for Your glory.

“Think about how the wildflowers grow. They don’t work or make clothes for themselves. But I tell you that even Solomon, the great and rich king, was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers. If God makes what grows in the field so beautiful, what do you think he will do for you? That’s just grass—one day it’s alive, and the next day someone throws it into a fire. But God cares enough to make it beautiful. Surely he will do much more for you. Your faith is so small! Luke 12:27-28 (ERV)

In His Love,

Karen 🌻

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Worn Out

My 15 year old son, Jonathan recently began playing tennis. When he plays a sport, he plays hard and he never gives up.

Jonathan played in his first tournament today. It was a last minute opening and we weren’t as prepared as we could have been. We haven’t purchased a racquet that best suits his style of play and we haven’t purchased “tennis” shoes specifically made for the sport.

Jonathan has been wearing regular athletic shoes for practice and has already demolished two pairs. He was down to his last pair of athletic shoes for the tournament today. The shoes he began the day with were not new, but certainly were not falling apart.

Jonathan played three matches and by the time the third match began we jokingly mentioned the use of duct tape to keep his shoes intact. With every slide to reach the ball, I wondered how much longer they would last.

Jonathan’s shoes did last, but are now only suitable for the trash. He even accomplished making holes in his socks with his quick movements to the ball. Just like I said, he plays hard and never gives up.

Tonight, as I looked at the poor condition of Jonathan’s shoes, God placed a thought in my mind. How quickly those shoes were worn out playing a sport. How long would it take to wear those shoes out doing the work God has called us to do?

The thought overwhelmed me for a moment. What if I worked hard and never gave up in my walk with the Lord? What if I wore out a pair of shoes daily because I was working non-stop to bring glory to Him and share His love with others? It’s a humbling thought, but glorious at the same time. Should I attempt to wear out my shoes each day? Not in literal terms, but ideally, yes. For me, those worn out shoes are a visual picture of staying focused on God and His will. Doing whatever He calls me to do, whenever He calls me to do it. Those shoes remind me to work hard and never give up. God is completely worth it!

I think I’ll spare the shoes from the trash and save them as a reminder. It’s funny how God can use worn out shoes to stir my passion for Him.

Colossians 3:23 “Whatever work you do, do it with all your heart. Do it for the Lord and not for men.”

In His Love,

Karen ❤️

Stripped Naked and Barefoot

Isaiah… the well known prophet who foretold the birth of Jesus 700 years before He was born. Isaiah… who so famously said to The Lord, “Here am I. Send me!” That same Isaiah walked around stripped naked and barefoot for 3, yes… 3 LONG years!

We find this short story in Isaiah 20:2-4. “At that time the Lord spoke through Isaiah son of Amoz. He said to him, “Take off the sackcloth from your body and the sandals from your feet.” And he did so, going around stripped and barefoot. Then the Lord said, “Just as my servant Isaiah has gone stripped and barefoot for three years, as a sign and portent against Egypt and Cush, so the king of Assyria will lead away stripped and barefoot the Egyptian captives and Cushite exiles, young and old, with buttocks bared—to Egypt’s shame.”

Every time I read this Scripture I cringe. First of all, because I can’t even imagine the shame and humiliation involved with walking around naked for 3 years. Second of all, because I can just picture myself in Isaiah’s position:
“But Lord, are you sure about this? Don’t you think 30 minutes would do the trick?”
“But Lord, no one will ever take me seriously again!”
“Lord, shouldn’t we consider what kind of example this will set for my children?”

It is not recorded in Scripture that Isaiah objected in any way to what the Lord told him to do. Does this mean that Isaiah felt no shame or humiliation? I’m almost positive that he did. How could he not? He was a public figure. A messenger for The Lord. Everyone knew he was naked and barefoot. He couldn’t hide. He had the Lord’s work to do. Isaiah did what The Lord asked him to do and he obviously did it well.

It is easy for us to sing the chorus in church “Here I am Lord…I will go Lord, if You lead me”, but wow! Will I go naked? When this question comes to my mind, I think of the verse which is ironically in the book of Isaiah.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” Isaiah 55:8-9

Our simple minds cannot comprehend all the ways of The Lord. Isaiah understood this fact and obeyed with complete trust. God had a plan. Isaiah was blessed to be used by God as a part of His plan. If Isaiah had not trusted God and obeyed, I believe God would have used someone else to carry out His plan. Just think of all that Isaiah would have missed.

God most likely will not ask me to walk around stripped naked and barefoot, but He almost certainly will ask me to do things that are out of my comfort zone. These are the times that I need to remember this life on earth is not about me. It’s about Him. It’s not about my comfort and security. It’s about seeking His face, hearing His voice, and obeying with complete trust. It’s about bringing glory to His name.

Lord, help me to be sincere when I say, “Here am I. Send me!” Increase my faith and build my trust so that no matter what You call me to do, I will obey without hesitation. Help me to lay aside my pride and serve You with complete devotion. Remove my concerns with what the world thinks of me, and help me instead to be totally consumed with Your will.

Trusting Him,
Karen

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Wonderful, Merciful Savior

“Supreme Court to Address Marriage”, “Berkeley Student Group wants to Ban Salvation Army”, “Church Calls Off Charlie Brown Christmas Show Amid Controversy”. These are a few of the headlines I recently read on the CitizenLink newsletter that I receive from Focus on the Family.

These headlines grieve my heart and my spirit. These stories highlight the fact that the people of America are falling farther and farther away from the one true, Holy and righteous God. A nation that disobeys God and has no regard for His commands cannot remain in favor with God. This is very evident in the Old Testament.

It saddens me that true Christians are becoming the minority in our country. America was built on Christian principles. Our founding fathers never forgot God and did not fail to give Him credit for His blessings on this great nation. How far removed we are from that today. At every turn, someone is challenging even the mention of the name of God in the public arena. Groups are working day and night to tear down any laws regarding marriage as God intended and the blood of millions of unborn babies covers our hands.

Yet in all of this, God gives us a promise in 2 Chronicles 7:14. “If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”

Our land desperately needs to be healed and God is the only one capable of this great task. This promise from God contains an “if, then” clause. I pray that we as Americans will choose to humble ourselves, pray, seek God’s face and turn from our wicked ways. Our hope is in the knowledge that God is gracious and merciful.

I like the way Pamela Rose Williams defines grace and mercy. “Grace means to get something that you do not deserve; unmerited favor. Mercy means you do not get a punishment that you deserve; compassion, forbearance.” Take time to read these definitions again. Think about what they really mean, then spend time giving thanks to God the Father and Jesus Christ, the Son.

One of my favorite praise songs is “Wonderful, Merciful Savior” by Selah. It reminds me that we have a Savior who desires to rescue us. We have a Savior who is merciful and gives us healing and grace even when we’ve hopelessly lost our way.

My favorite version of this song is as performed by Selah. I could not find their version on YouTube, but I did find it as performed by the Women of Faith. Click the title of the song below. You can see all credits as the video begins. Please listen and praise our wonderful, merciful Savior.

“Wonderful, Merciful Savior”

Praising Him,
Karen

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Lessons From a Dog

We have a dog named, Baxter. He is short, fat, and black. A mix of dachshund and corgi. My Mom found him in her pasture with a plastic coffee jar stuck on his head. Apparently, he had been looking for food and had gotten himself into a bit of a mess. At just 8 weeks old, he was a pitiful little sight with an injured ear and more fleas than you could count.

My children had been begging for a dog, so there you go. They thought God had delivered a puppy to their doorstep in response to their prayers. (I won’t tell you what my husband thought!)

Baxter has been with us for 2 1/2 years now. Below you will find a few lessons I’ve learned from him. Even though these are behaviors I’ve observed in a dog, I think they can be applied to our lives as Christians. Simple, basic lessons.

*Bark if there’s danger. Someone will rescue you. Once inside, relax and be at peace.

Baxter is a barker. He barks a lot. But if he senses danger, he will bark even after the danger has passed. He will bark until someone lets him come in the house and rest safely in his cage. Once inside, he is completely at peace. Isn’t that how we are when turmoil arises in our lives? We cry out to the Father. More so than any other time. He hears us and draws us to Himself where we can be comforted and find peace.

*If someone gives you a bone, hide it. It is your treasure.

Baxter hides his bones. Even if it’s pouring down rain. He treasures them and saves them for later. God tells us to treasure His Word and hide it in our hearts. Why should we hide it in our hearts? So that the treasure of God’s Word will be there when we need it. So we can pull it out and apply it to each life situation as needed.

*If you’re hungry, go straight to your master. Ignore everyone who tries to distract you along the way.

Baxter likes to run in the door without permission. Once inside, it becomes total chaos. He runs straight for the cat’s food. The children scream like…well…like children and convince themselves it is the perfect excuse to run wild in the house. Of course, Baxter, in spite of his fat tummy that almost touches the floor, outsmarts them every time. The children dive and jump and Baxter gets away.

After observing the excitement for a few minutes, I decide it’s time to restore order. I call, “Baxter” and he’s at my feet within seconds. He knows I’m his master. I’m the one who consistently takes care of him. He also knows I will give him something good to eat if he obeys me.

So when we are hungry for God, we should avoid the chaos and distractions around us. We should run as fast as we can to receive the good things He has to give us.

*Know the difference between friends and enemies.

We have a cat named, Tiger. Tiger was here long before Baxter arrived. I’m not sure if you can say a thought crosses a cat’s mind, but if that’s possible, I can honestly say the thought to like Baxter has never crossed Tiger’s mind. Tiger despises Baxter. If he is ever near him, he hisses. If Baxter ventures too close, Tiger strikes with his paw. Tiger is an enemy to Baxter.

However, when we board Baxter during vacations, he stays in a boarding place that has a resident cat. Guess who sleeps with Baxter almost every night? Yes, the cat. Baxter knows the difference between a friend and an enemy. He avoids Tiger at all costs, but allows the friendly, resident cat to share his bed.

We, like Baxter, should be fully aware of the difference between friends and enemies. There are people in our lives who will try to tear us down by pulling us away from God. If they are enemies of God, we should avoid them.

Does this mean we shouldn’t share Christ and His salvation with those who don’t know Him? Not at all. We should tell them about Jesus and all He has done for us. We should pray that they will allow Christ to be The Lord of their lives. But if they do not believe, we should not allow them to become so close to us that they begin to influence the way we live. Remember the example of a person standing in a chair and a person on the floor. It’s much easier to pull someone down than to pull them up.

Our friends who are closest to us should have the same beliefs and values that we have. This way we can encourage each other to follow God’s ways. We can hold each other accountable as well as love and care for each other. These are true friends.

I started wondering if this post was a little silly to compare a dog and a Christian, but then I found this quote from John Calvin.

“A dog barks when his master is attacked. I would be a coward if I saw that God’s truth is attacked and yet would remain silent.”

It appears that he learned a lesson from a dog as well. 😄

Karen

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But Will You Still Give Me Hugs and Kisses?

What is your love language? This is the question I asked my 11 year old son, Jonathan and my 9 year old daughter, Emory last night before bed. My 7 year old son, Benjamin, had already fallen asleep after playing with great determination in his second basketball game of the season.

Jonathan and Emory looked quite puzzled in response to my question. I had listened online to a Focus on the Family radio broadcast with Gary Chapman. He is the author of The 5 Love Languages of Children. This had sparked my interest concerning the love languages of my own children.

First of all, what is a love language? I described it to my children as the way you prefer for someone to show you they love you. Chapman says the 5 love languages are acts of service, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, and gifts. After discussing it for a while, Jonathan and Emory each decided which way they prefer for us to show them we love them. We talked and laughed and they also guessed which love language I prefer the most.

This morning I explained it all to Benjamin, who had slept through the conversation last night. Immediately after I described each love language to him, he said, “I like to spend time with you!” He was very proud of himself for being able to answer so quickly and definitely. Within a few seconds however, he sadly and almost desperately said, “But will you still give me hugs and kisses?”

I quickly explained that I will always give him hugs and kisses. I told him that just because he likes to spend quality time with me doesn’t mean I won’t also love him by giving him gifts, acts of service, words of affirmation, and yes…hugs and kisses.

Don’t you just love the way the mind of a child works? Even Emory, who had decided last night that her love language is physical touch (with quality time being a close second), asked me this morning if I can still give her gifts. 😊 Jonathan had a difficult time deciding, but he was sure to let me know that even though he put quality time at the top of his list, he’s hoping I will still perform acts of service for him (i.e. Please clean my room for me sometimes, Mom.)

The ongoing conversation made me laugh. I explained again that I will love them in ALL ways. We were simply trying to decide which love language we lean toward the most.

I laughed at my children, but I’m very much the same. I told my husband that I lean toward words of affirmation, but in the back of my mind I was thinking, “Maybe I should have said acts of service?” I do feel quite loved when he helps me clean the house!

As I remember these moments with a smile on my face, I am reminded of my Heavenly Father. I am comforted by the knowledge that He loves me. He loves me in every way I can possibly imagine. He loves me in ways I don’t even realize or comprehend. I don’t have to worry that He might be too busy to spend quality time with me or that He could possibly forget to bless me with gifts.

As an earthly mother, I’m positive there are days that I fail to express my love to my children as I should. Not so with God. Every moment of every day, He reveals His love to me. He has given His Son to redeem my life. He is the Creator of the Universe and He calls me His own. He reveals Himself to me through the Scripture and is listening whenever I call. He always has time for me. He always comforts me. He guides me and protects me. He blesses me with unimaginable gifts. He is the ultimate Father.

My children are correct to fear that if I focus on spending quality time with them I might forget to give them hugs and kisses. I am only human. They know me well enough to realize I am not perfect.

Aren’t we thankful that God is perfect? He knows how to love us in every good way. He knows what we need and when we need it. He doesn’t have to ask what our love language is…He already knows.

Resting in His Love,
Karen

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Brave

We watched the Disney/Pixar movie “Brave” this weekend. I was never very impressed by the trailers of the movie. It looked a little dark and violent to me. However, we had a free Redbox rental for the weekend and “Brave” was the movie of choice.

My first impressions were correct. It was a little dark and violent. A witch with spells, a bear that kills, Scottish men who fight for no reason. You get the picture. I was prepared for the possibility of those things, but I was not prepared for the daughter who was so disrespectful to her mother. Yes, she apologizes in the end and all is well, but I was not impressed at all.

The next day, as scenes from the movie were replaying themselves in my mind, I started thinking about the title of the movie. Brave? Who was brave? Merida, the daughter and main character was very skillful in archery. She was also quite adventurous, but I don’t remember her being so brave that the entire movie would be named after this quality. Was she brave when she yelled at her mother and told her she would never want to be like her? Was she brave when she asked a witch for a spell to change her mother so she could have her own way? Maybe I’m missing something, but I didn’t view Merida as brave.

I discussed it with my husband and he agreed. We couldn’t come up with an explanation for the title.

As we were having lunch Sunday afternoon, my oldest son, Jonathan shared with us that they had heard two stories during Sunday School. They were true stories from the “One With Them” website.

Jonathan had heard about a 14 year old girl in Uganda, named Susan, who lived with her Muslim father and brother. One day at school she trusted Jesus as her Savior as the result of a visit from an evangelist. A month later, she could hold it in no longer. She shared with her father about her new life in Christ. In response, he locked her in a dark room and instructed her brother not to give her food or water and not to tell anyone. Her brother could not bear it and slid roasted bananas under the door and made a small hole in the floor so he could pour drops of water for her to lick with her tongue.

After six months in a dark room, a neighbor began to question where Susan might be. The police eventually found her. She had lost the use of her legs and of course was very malnourished. After 10 months in a hospital bed, she was able to go live in Kenya with a family who loves The Lord. Her prayer is that she will regain the use of her legs so she can tell others about Jesus. She has forgiven her father and prays for his salvation.

Needless to say…Susan is brave. This was the perfect opportunity to discuss the glaring differences between Merida and Susan with my children. They completely understood and agreed that Susan was so very brave to tell her father about giving her life to The Lord Jesus Christ. She knew that most likely she would be punished severely. However, she couldn’t hold it in. She loved her Lord and she loved her father as well. She wanted him to know the peace and joy of salvation in Christ. She would not be ashamed of Jesus, no matter the cost.

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Susan’s story is one story out of hundreds of thousands. Every day, Christians are being tortured, persecuted, imprisoned, and killed because of their faith. Yet, they are not ashamed and they proudly proclaim Jesus as Lord. This is my definition of brave.

Lord, make me brave. I have nothing to fear but rejection. I have no threat of persecution and You have blessed me with legs that work just fine. Yet I shy away so many times from telling others how You’ve saved me from sin and changed my life. Forgive me, Lord. Help me to love You and love others enough to share with them how to stop living in darkness and find eternal life in You, the Light of the World.

Praying to be Brave,
Karen

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