Not Something To “Get Over”

wednesday-retro-signIt’s Wednesday. I know, not breaking news.

But somewhere along the timeline of history Wednesday became the summit of the week. Striving to get through the uphill climb of Monday and Tuesday only to stand for a moment somewhere around noon on Wednesday before starting the momentum building rush back down to the weekend.

What a waste of precious time. Monday and Tuesday are not days to dread or “get through”. If you have a job they are days to use your skills, talents, body and mind to earn a living. Those searching for a job would love to have someplace to be next Monday morning. Mondays for me are my day to make rounds and get the known things done leaving room later in the week for the unexpected joy and challenges. Monday is a short day at school for my favorite teen. Personally, I think starting the high school week with a short day is a wise and kind thing to do.

Tuesday morning is the best time for grocery shopping. Most people are at work or school, the shelves have been re-stocked Monday night and the Senior Citizens buses don’t come until Thursday. Since the garbage is picked up on Tuesday morning, cleaning out on Monday makes putting things away on Tuesday easier.

Wednesday is a day to savor. A full day of school means six and a half hours to devote to whatever needs a good block of attention. Writing gets done on Wednesdays. Time in the craft cottage, planning, evaluating, meditation, and gratitude all have room to breathe.

And did I mention the view from the top of Wednesday? Looking at what I’ve already done and seeing the possibilities of adventure in the journey ahead gives me courage to head back to the valley of Thursday and Friday. In the valley family and friends are waiting to share a campfire and a good bottle of wine. Life takes place in the valley.

So, instead of looking at Wednesday as a hill or mountain to just get over I plan to stand on top, breathe deeply and soak up the amazing view.

 

For the LORD is the great God,the great King above all gods. In his hand are the depths of the earth,and the mountain peaks belong to him.The sea is his, for he made it, and his hands formed the dry land. Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the LORD our Maker; for he is our God and we are the people of his pasture, the flock under his care.

 

Compassion Intentional

There’s a wonderful organization  that helps connect more than a million children in need with sponsors.

This morning as I was driving my favorite teenager to school she was sharing with me some of the struggles her friends face on a daily basis. Without breaking confidences she was telling me how concerned she was and asking what I thought she could do to really help them. I was so encouraged to hear her heart for them and that she wanted to do something to make their lives better and to let them know there are people who really care about them.

In the craziness of December, sometimes we get so busy trying to meet obligations, both self and externally imposed, that we miss looking into the eyes and hearts of those around us with intention and compassion.

Today may you see and be seen with compassion and may your heart be open to love and be loved.

It’s Monday

For some Monday is just another day to head back to work.
Be grateful you have a job.
For some Monday is a day to fight traffic to drop your kids off at school.
Be grateful if you can hold them in your arms again at the end of the day.
For some Monday is a day to tell co-workers what you did over the weekend.
Be grateful you are not explaining what happened in court.
For some Monday will be unmemorable and unremarkable.
Be grateful for each moment of normal life it holds.

Never take Monday for granted.
You may not get one next week.

Too Many Questions

It’s grey, cold and raining outside my window this morning. The calendar says June but the sky says “not so fast”.

I had planned on emptying out my craft cottage today to re-organize, take inventory, clear clutter and most importantly make room for my favorite teen to have her own work bench.

Planned…

As I sit here on the verge of my 50th birthday that word is screaming at me with all the force of 49 years of unexecuted plans. Unfinished projects, letters never sent, phone calls never made, dreams left among the clouds. Planned…

They say if you want to hear God laugh tell Him your plans. Today as the rain falls my heart doesn’t hear laughter but the sound of tears on my window. Not of regret but of “less than…”

The “what ifs…” take the place of thunder in my rainy day. Where I live it is very rare to get the drama and passion and unexpectedness that comes with thunder and lightning. But the “what ifs…” flash through my mind and the sound that exploded at their passing is my heart dropping.

Today, more than usual, the questions without answers seem over whelming.

 

Learn or Know?

Do you like to learn or do you just like to know?

Or are you content to let others learn and count on others knowing?

If you know someone who knows does that make you want to know?

 

 

I know…

What are you drinking?

This morning I realized I have beverages that go with certain activities.  When I first wake up in the morning and when I am working in my office, a large cup of coffee is close at hand. When I am reading or journaling or writing, a hot cup of tea is close by. It often gets cold before it gets finished because I get so wrapped up in what I’m focused on. Dinner is often accompanied by a glass of good wine. I find it slows down the whole dinner time and the focus shifts from eating to dinning. Fast food gets washed down with a Diet Coke. Diet Pepsi if I have the choice. 

But…when I fire up my Logos program and

dig into the Word it is water.

A large wine glass full of

clear cold water that I want.

As a deer pants for water….

What are you doing today?

What are you drinking?

What are you longing for? 

 

From my Inbox

The following was an email I received this morning. With the appropriate permissions and notations I am using my blog today to “forward” it to you.

 

 

What has God already said yes to that you continue to question?  As I pondered this question, I realized that many times I continue to argue my point with God when God has already said yes.  So what is He waiting on?  Why doesn’t He do what He promises immediately?  Could it be that He is waiting for me to believe and to worship?

When the children of Israel were enslaved in Egypt, they cried out to the God of their fathers and the Bible says, “and God knew”.  (Exodus 2:24)  He knew they wanted to be free.  He knew the situation they were in and the oppression they were under, and He knew their deep desire to return to a place where they could serve Him.  And His answer was “Yes!”  They were in fact seeking the will of God and we know that when we seek the will of God His answer to His will is always yes.

So how did it come to be?  God sent them a deliverer.  His name was Moses.  Although Moses was reluctant to fulfill the call on his life, he went to Egypt anyway and shared God”s plan with the elders of Israel.  The people”s response was amazing!  The scripture says, “And the peoplebelieved; and when they heard that the Lord had visited the people of Israel and that He had seen their affliction, they bowed their heads and worshiped.” (Exodus 4:31)  In other words, they hadn”t seen anything change yet.  Their circumstances had not changed one bit.  They were still slaves in Egypt.  But despite the overwhelming odds before them and the very strong opposition that surely awaited them – they choose to believe God and take Him at His word.  They confirmed their complete trust in Him by beginning to worship Him for what they knew He would do.  In fact, they worshiped as though it was already done.

So I ask again, what has God already said yes to in your life?  More importantly, what”s stopping you from believing and worshiping Him?

And this is the confidence that we have toward Him, that if we ask anything according to His will He hears us.  And if we know that He hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of Him.”  (1 John 5:14-15 emphasis mine)

The time is now beloved.  This promise assures us that prayers said in faith according to His will are heard by Him and that we already have what we are requesting.  Let”s have confidence to believe Him and to worship Him today.  Though we may not see it with our natural eyes yet, by faith we can believe it has already been accomplished in the supernatural.  Amen!


Be Blessed!

Mary

Mary Banks

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What If God Isn’t Who You Think He Is…

and neither are you?

 

This is the question on the front of the new book by John Lynch, Bruce McNicol and Bill Thrall.

Authors of the ground breaking Bo’s Cafe ,The Cure takes a fresh conversational look at who God is and who we are.

About 25 years ago I started examining what I believed because it was what I had been taught and what the Bible actually says. I found a lot of things didn’t match up. About that time I was introduced to Kay Arthur and began systematically asking questions. Eight years ago I was introduced to a ministry out of Colorado and through it to an amazing group of people who have become close friends even from great distances.

 

It was through one of these friends I was introduced to John Lynch and the challenging questions the Truefaced Ministry was encouraging believers to ask for themselves. I’ve read all of their books and listened to many of the podcasts. They don’t offer answers as much as they offer and encourage good questions.

So today I’m asking their question…”What if God isn’t who you think He is and neither are you?” How much would that change your life? Are you open to even considering the question?

Deviled Egg Dance

At 7:15 this morning I was informed that deviled eggs were expected at the Independent Study potluck today. I had exactly 2 eggs in the refrigerator and school started at 9.

A quick run to the store and dropping my favorite teen off with the promise I would be back at noon with said eggs freed me up to return to my quiet home and recharge my personal batteries.

I love homeschooling. I will miss it next year when she heads to high school and joins the main stream of her friends and public education. But right now, the two days a month she goes to class are my time to decompress. By nature I lean heavily toward the introvert end of the scale and time to myself is necessary for my heart and the well being of my family. And that brings us back around to the eggs.

As I was putting them in the water I notices a strange behavior taking place. When I put the first eggs in they were all laying on their side taking up the most space they possibly could. It didn’t change the amount of water they displaced but it did impact the surface area on the bottom of the pan. Being a round pan, the eggs quickly formed a natural circle following the outer limit of their new space but as more eggs were added they started standing up on end making room for more new comers until the outer circle was shell to shell. The inner circle followed the same pattern, shell to shell. And when those two circles were completely at capacity I noticed the egg in the very center had room to lay down.

Now when the  water started to move the eggs on the outer and inner rings were  held snuggly by each other’s close proximity but the egg in the middle began to dance a bit. It had some room to move with the water and, yes, even risk being cracked by bumping into the less mobile eggs.

So much to learn…yes, it’s good to make room for others in our lives but not at the cost of loosing our ability to move. I hope I am always willing to get up to make room for others but I also hope I always make sure there is room to move and breathe and dance and risk cracking my shell.

I’ve Looked At Clouds…

When I was a child I remember laying in the grass looking at the clouds and trying to recognize shapes in the whispyness floating over head. I’m not sure where it entered my mind but the strange lyrics of Joni Mitchell’s tribute to clouds stuck with me much more than I realized.

Yesterday, reading Brian Allain’s book pieces started falling into place and for the first time I have a clearer vision for my site and my direction. I’ve had  a tag line for a couple of years and today I have begun to understand it a little better and am excited about living it out.

Taking dreams out of the clouds and making them reality.

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