Thursday, December 30, 2010

Like the Birds

A few weekends ago, I sat in the theater with a few friends watching the latest Harry Potter movie.

The opening scene showed a family of friends gathered together for one purpose: to protect Harry.  Out of love, honor, and duty, they were risking their lives to protect their only hope in conquering evil.  It may appear unrelated, but seeing so many willing to sacrifice themselves for Harry seemed like a realistic comparison to our relationship with God.

We give ourselves to Him; we love Him, we protect Him, some do sacrifice their lives for Him.  We should all be so in love with God that dying for Him should be easy, but honestly, I struggle.  God knows this about me.

So over the last two months He has constantly been presenting to me the theme of sacrifice.  The occurrences have been countless!  First, I received a free book in the mail on martyrs from Crosswalk.  I failed in acknowledging its message, leaving it to gather dust.  No care or concern did I have for martyrs then.  So God pressed on.

It was the weekend at the retreat, He brought into my life a personal story of sacrifice.  Finally, I was enticed by what it meant to live selflessly, to die selflessly, to surrender for God.

Mario, the young pastor who led worship on the retreat, spoke of his family’s history.  By candle light, the tears in his eyes were obvious as he recollected the story of the people he knew as a child.  His parents housed missionaries, and almost memorable family was that of the Birds.

The day came while they were in another country. Guerillas ordered Mr. Bird to cease his teaching.  With Mr. Bird’s refusal, the guerillas marched the family outside.  As they lined up the father, mother, and two children, they told Mr. Bird the cost of his continued teaching would be the lives of his family.

They surrendered their lives that day to follow God.  That story reached to the selfish corners of my heart and begged for deeper consideration.

It was weeks later that I visited a friend at the hospital.  As our visit came to the end, as I passed the corridor to leave, there, to my left, was a Blessing Jar.  Gingerly, I plucked a paper square from the glass.  I couldn’t have imagined the magnitude of the message:


Many months have passed with God repeating this message of sacrifice.  In those months preceding this very moment, God was diligently trying to prepare my mind for the coming sacrifice He knew I’d be facing.  As the author of my life, He saw how I would hurt.  He has been caressing my heart every day to both shield it from old pain and open it to new love—His love.  He has been preparing my mind, hardening my heart, and filling the empty spots inside of me.

In a book by Lysa TerKeurst, she writes:

God can use the empty places in your life to draw your heart to Him.  Recognize each sad moment as a call to draw near to the Lord.  I thank Him for the empty places, for they remind me that only He has the ability to fill me completely.

God finds us in emptiness.  When we are empty, it is His love that holds us—the only thing that holds us.


For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.  Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you.  You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart (Jeremiah 29:11-13).

God, it is my prayer now that You help me to sacrifice to You.  As a friend says, please let me die to myself.  Let me die daily, hourly, minute by minute, and by the second.  Replace my needs with Your will, and let me follow You.  Let me love You so deeply and let me refuse to be selfish.  Please keep showing me, because I am ready to consciously acknowledge Your hand in my life.  I thank You for the empty places, thank You for Your love.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

A New JB

I just finished having coffee with a new girl friend.

It is such a good feeling to just “click” with somebody and know that they understand you.

For the first time in two weeks I’m actually feeling good.


Thank you God for bringing such wonderful people into my life, and for giving me such a feeling of peace.  You are a wonderful God.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Unmatchable Messages

Most of the time, I don’t have difficulty understanding God’s message for me.  However, the last few weeks have me stumped.

It began on a Friday afternoon as I was filing papers at work.  As I shuffled through papers, I heard a customer approach.  In a gruff voice, he asked my coworker, “Who do I need to speak to, to add my wife to my account?”

I glanced up to see Hal.  Oh, Hal.

Every once in a while Hal pops up.  Hal, the last guy I dated off of my Match.com stint, is now married.  In the two years since I’ve seen him, he found love and committed himself.  Happy for him?  Sure.  Why did God choose to bring him into my life at that moment?  Not sure.

As I sat awkwardly avoiding his gaze, I wondered to God, “What are you showing me?”

When he and his wife finished updating his account, they walked passed me.  I avoided all interaction, but my coworker said he glanced at me twice, recognizing a familiarity.

I thought that would be the end of peculiarity, but I experienced it once again on Christmas Eve.

My friend and I stood listening to the beautiful music Fellowship Church orchestrated.  I admired the atmosphere, the people, the chorus, the band—the band?!

As my eyes perused the stage, I saw Michael.  Oh, Michael.  Oh goodness.  There, playing the trumpet was the first man I ever dated off of Match.  I sorted through the memories, trying to recollect his face. Yes, that was definitely him.  I remember my disappointment upon meeting him.  Not only was I not attracted to him physically, he was 10 minutes late, which meant I had to buy the tickets for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button—which, in addition to the rest of the terrible night, was a terrible first date movie!

Strike, strike, strike.  Strike!

I laughed, bemused.  Unbelievable.  I begged God lightheartedly for answers, for direction.

From my seat, I fought to see his left hand.  I don’t believe I ever saw a ring, and why that’s important, I do not know.  It was just so strange to see him—them.  Not to mention within such a short period of each other.


Dear God, I know You have a sense of humor.  Thank You for making me laugh that night.  I truly needed it.  I pray that You bless Hal’s marriage and that he loves and honors his wife.  I do know that he had been waiting for the right one to come along, so please let Your love fill their hearts and provide a path for a most loving, supportive marriage.  For Michael, I pray that he is in a happy place in life.  I pray that He feels Your love and let not loneliness fill his heart.  I know these men were not meant for me, and I pray for the man who You have destined to be my future husband.  I hope that his heart is centered on You and that he will be dedicated to You, his family, and our love.  Thank you for all you provide, Father.  I love You with my whole heart.  In Your Son’s name I pray, amen.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

The DJ Had Me Falling in Love Again

Today God sent me an angel.

The sister of my coworker came by the branch today and with her was the little boy she was babysitting.  When I first met DJ I asked him for a high-five, which he promptly obliged.  With his genuine smile, I then asked him for a hug.

He squirmed to get out of his chair, and jumped down to the ground.  He wrapped his little arms around me tightly.  I hugged him so close, praying to and praising God for the little moment of love from a stranger.

As lunchtime came and went, it was time for DJ to leave.  He waved goodbye to everyone, and when his eyes met mine, I said, “Bye, DJ!” and waved emphatically.

He looked at me for a second and then zoomed to the gate separating us.  As my coworker helped him open the partition, he rushed into my arms for one last hug.

I almost started crying on the spot.  Instead, I caught my breath and squeezed him one last time.  As he walked away, he waved goodbye, and my heart melted.

That single moment gave me enough strength to finish the day.


Thank You, God, for the little moments.  I praise You for Your mercy.  Thank You for loving me and giving me strength.  Without You, nothing is possible.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

From the Gut

This is one of the few posts I'm writing without weeks in between its beginning and publication.

I feel like I'm drowning right now.  Life is overwhelming in so many ways.

Everything is falling apart, and God is still there with me.  I feel Him.  I just don't have answers or direction.

I feel so lost and lonely.  Friends I make don't stay.  Is it me?  Do they come to know me and not like me?  They don't stay around very long, and I feel like no matter how much I try to reach out, no one is there.  Other people don't find problems making friends.  Scott was enveloped into the popular group.  The other leaders love him.  Why isn't it that easy for me?  Why am I always forgotten?  They always invite him out.  He always has friends wanting to hang out.  Why is it a struggle for me?  I put my heart on the line, but everyone's busy, or has better things to do...  I miss high school where I knew Lizzie would be there for me, always, rain or shine, boredom or business.  No one hears me.

No one hears me...  No one comments on my blog.  No one comments on my Facebook.  No one texts me. No one cares.  I see a multitude of comments back and forth on Facebooks, Twitters, and Bloggers.  But I'm of no importance.  Jesus, who am I?  I'm not good enough for anyone to love.  And yet I sit here and am forced to see people loving each other...and me fighting for attention only to not receive it.

I'm in a group, I try to speak, someone talks over me.  Someone asks my opinion, I give it, they ignore it.  Everyone ignores me.

It's not that I don't try, because deep in my heart I really do want love, attention, and affection...  I reach out, pulling back empty hands.  I want someone to reach out to me and mean it.  Not because it's their duty as a Christian, because when they do it because of that, it's fleeting.  They'll be nice for a second, make casual conversation, and then be about their way as if they've helped.  I'm lonely!  I'm dying for human interaction of a deeper kind!  Talking about the weather is not the same thing as talking about my heart...

God is there for me.  But we are supposed to have people on Earth to talk to, right?  I'm not supposed to be going through these things alone...  Why am I not important enough, God?  Why isn't anyone reaching out to me?  Why is my family so far away?  What am I still doing in Memphis?  Why am I alone?

Why?  Why?  Why?

I have no answers.  And as I sit here in this library...I know my night will end with me driving home to an empty apartment, and falling asleep alone in the darkness of my bedroom.

I'm trying...  Why isn't it getting me anywhere?

What is my gift if I'm meant to be alone the rest of my life?

God, I know You're there and that should be all that matters...but please help me not feel so alone.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

My Lord, a Ring

I was on the hunt for Christmas gifts.

Two Sundays ago, I walked through Hope’s gift store, looking at the colorful, handmade items.  I felt fabrics, admired ornaments, browsed through books, and glossed over jewelry.


As often as I walked away from it, I was drawn back to a particular ring.

I rolled it between my fingers delicately, admiring it.  A few moments later, the cashier was happily wrapping it up for me.

Upon returning to my apartment, I looked through my jewelry box at all my rings.  Precious gemstones and gaudy baubles lined the drawers.  The last time I purchased a ring was more than two years ago.  Fashion jewelry became the trend and so I fell into the dangerous sparkle of a huge cubic zirconia.


I observed both rings.  I considered the simplicity of the faith band compared to the fake, but desirable diamond.

At many times it is very difficult to separate living of the world and living in the world.  All too often we fall into traps of I need and I must have.

The beauty of faith is completely underestimated but so immensely lovely and immeasurably more appealing than objects of the world.  As I sat in my living room with friends, I gazed around my apartment.

“If I die tomorrow,” I said aloud, but mostly to myself, “none of this would matter.”

Expensive presents, paid-for furniture, aesthetic decorations, a gallery of clothes—kaput.  The only thing that matters is God.  I am so happy that my faith is taking flight.  I feel the caress of God’s love every day and am reminded that nothing else matters.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Anonymous

For a majority of my life, I have lived in silence, tucked away unnoticed.  For a majority of my life, I didn’t really mind.

It wasn’t until I started attending YAC that I desired recognition and gratitude, or to simply be acknowledged by my Christian counterparts.  Yet as desperately as I tried to win others over, I never received the acceptance for which I longed.

During my struggles, it was after a sermon at Second Presbyterian that I visited their bookstore.  Confused, I prayed to God to lead me in the right direction.  I traced the books aesthetically lining the shelves with the tip of my index finger.


It opened my eyes and settled my heart.

Jesus grew up as a relatively uncelebrated boy from an unroyal family in the unrespected town of unliked region—yet this is precisely where God hid His Son for His first three decades of life!  And during those hidden years in Nazareth, God granted Jesus protected, undisturbed room to be and become, to grow and learn.

That’s how hidden years can be for every one of us—if we can recognize their potential and realize that anonymous seasons are sacred places to be rested in, not rushed through—and most definitely never to be regretted.

For many months, I’ve been sad, not feeling as if I’m contributing or being recognized for my contributions by the group.  Slowly I’m learning that I shouldn’t rush into feeding my pride.  Looking at the life of Jesus, my biggest accomplishment right now would be humility, to be humbled.

Right now I should be focused on my walk with God, my growth in Him.  After 25 years of living without Jesus, it would be a great tragedy to rush to the end of the path when there is so much beauty in the journey and knowledge to be gained.  My focus was wrong, and now it is time to refocus and really feel where the Holy Spirit is guiding me.

In hidden years, Father God is our only consistent audience.  Others come and others go, but only He always sees…When no one else is interested in (let alone impressed by) our capabilities and dreams, God is still wholeheartedly with fatherly pride shouting His love over us.

I don’t have to perform for love.  God loves me, genius or not, superhero or not, popular or not.  And He wants me to walk the road He meant for me, not to trivialize it by ignoring it, avoiding it, or rushing through it.


Dear Lord, please give me the strength to remember that Your commendation is the only one that matters.  Please instill on my heart humility and remove my pride.  My life is not about me or what I can accomplish—it is about You, and glorifying You.  It is all for You.  Please help to remind me of that when I am swept away in the current of acceptance and praise.  Let my life be pleasing to you.  In all I do, let me honor You.  I love You.  In Your Son’s name, amen.

Friday, December 10, 2010

Two Months, Too Tired

I recognized the lines of exhaustion that traced her face.

We were both waiting in line at Wal-Mart.  Shopping alone she had gathered her groceries, her baby carriage, and her purse in a cart.  In her arms slept her two month old baby boy.

I stood behind her as we both waited patiently in the long line.

Her arms were growing heavy.  She started to lay her baby in his carrier, but as soon as he parted from the warmth of her grasp, he cried.  Frustrated, she picked him up again to keep him from wailing.

The combination of a long wait and a discomforted baby was weighing on her.  I wanted to say something, anything nice to calm her tensing spirit.  As she shuffled him from shoulder to shoulder, I reached out to her.

She immediately softened, welcoming my compliments and service.  As we continued to wait, I asked her, “How are you?”

The next fifteen minutes we talked about her.  I listened intently, helping her every few moments to rearrange the baby’s carrier and grocery bags as she finally checked out.  Our pleasant attitudes even carried over to the weary cashier, prompting more pleasant conversation.

As we walked to our cars, I wanted to hug her, but instead I wished her a great night and safe drive home.

Jesus helped the lowly, degraded, and tired.  Many times the lowly, degraded, and tired are passed over, denied help.  I am lowly.  I am degraded.  I am tired.  I need help.  We are all lowly.  Degraded.  Tired.  We are all sinners.  God loves me—God loves us.  And so it fills my heart with joy to love others.  It is an overwhelming feeling to love someone so instantly, to care for them, to help them for no other reason than your heart cries for it to be so.  When I love others, I feel God’s love.


Dear God, I thank You every day for loving me.  I am unworthy.  I am evil.  I am a sinner.  But You love me.  Please guide me to show Your love to others in my every day walk.  I am so undeserving, but so thankful for Your grace.  Let me show Your love to everyone; those who are poor or rich, clean or dirty, nice or mean, selfish or unselfish.  Let Your love fill my heart so that it spills over, excited to wash those around me.  I love you, Father.  In Your name I pray.  Amen.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Revolving, Evolving

Shine
Make ‘em wonder what you’ve got
Make ‘em wish that they were not
On the outside, looking bored

Though I recognize the melody when flipping through the radio stations, I don’t know much else other than this set of lyrics.

The first time I heard the song was in Scott’s car years ago, long before I started listening to K-LOVE in my own car.

It was when we first started attending Hope that I heard this conversation:

“I heard that Shine song today,” one girl laughed.
“K-LOVE never gets any new music!” the other sighed.
“I know, that song came out so long ago!”

While they sat there and discussed new and old music, I listened dumbfounded that it wasn’t a new song.

In fact, I researched this song online and found it was released in 1994.  I was 10 then, and heard the song for the first time in my mid-twenties.

Music and Christianity are much alike.  Those who have listened to the music for years can name the band, the name of the song, the year the song came out, the album it’s on, and the lyrics.  The same can be said for those who have immersed themselves in The Word.  They know the stories, the people, the verses, the chapters and ages...

Mature Christians know the details...

We baby Christians may not know the details, but we still have the music deep in our hearts.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Coffee with God

The invitation was for 53 girls.

I sat by the fireplace with my book, a hot drink, and a pumpkin muffie.


Time passed slowly.  My thoughts divagated as I watched through the windows for others.  Though I sat alone at the table, I felt His presence.

In the half hour I spent by myself I enjoyed the silent camaraderie with God.  It was the very first time I was up before the sun, spending time with Him.

I breathed in deeply the smell of coffee, and relaxed in warmth, both waiting and not waiting for my friends.  I opened my book and began to read.

A little later, I was joined by two of my good friends.  It was refreshing to be with them before officially beginning my busy Friday.

I was able to delight in both parts of my morning.  The time I spent with God filled my spirit and the moments with friends filled my heart.  It was the perfect ending to a long week, and I am thankful God led my heart down the path to Panera.


Following the Lord is a daily responsibility which involves the subordination of my desires and will to His. For this to take place effectively, we need daily time with Him, waiting at His throne (Luke 9:23).

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Word of the Day

My sadness was overwhelming.

As I sat at my desk, my head—along with my spirit—drooped lower and lower.  I had given up on being happy and instead only felt stress and anxiety.

I’m so sad, I thought to myself, inwardly praying for some hope.

It was then my phone lit up, a single word on its screen.


It was like a hammer.  Seeing it before me almost magnified my depression.  A few weeks ago I subscribed to Dictionary.com’s Word of the Day.  Every day I receive a text with a new word, and today’s fit like a glove.

Maybe it was God acknowledging my feelings.  Maybe it was Satan using my feelings against me.  As the day grew busier, I pushed on and pushed away the coincidental text.

In a quiet moment, I bent my head to look down at the top of my desk.  Please let this day be over soon, I prayed.

My head rose and that’s when I saw her.  Perky, smiley Ashley.  Cute, blonde hair, jazzy outfit, an excited smile, and a backpack filled with delicious baked goods.  Her energy immediately transfused with mine, recharging my batteries.

I wanted to reach over the tall, marble countertop and hug her.  I had never been so thankful to see a friendly face.  There was the happiness and hope for which I had been longing all day.

I may never know the origin of tristful, but I do know that God sent Ashley to me.  I am very thankful for him watching over me.  I am very thankful He brought into my life a free-spirited glam-fashionista with a listening ear, a warm shoulder, and an adoration of sweets and Chick-fil-a kids’ meals.


Real friendship is an organic cranberry-walnut muffin that shows up unexpectedly by the grace of God and a loving friend.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Enspirited, Encircled

For so long the desire of my heart has been friendship.

In my circle at church, we are surrounded by a wide spectrum of friendships.  The ones that capture my attention tend to be the ones defined by time, attention, and deep love—best friendships.  Not only has it been a long time since I have had a friendship of such depth, but never have I had a friendship developed in and focus on Christ.  It is that brand of closeness I crave.

Last weekend, a small group from our church went to Moscow, Tennessee, for a weekend retreat.  There is not much in Moscow, a town perfectly designed for a quiet, God-focused weekend.  For a group of twenty-something in our twenty-somethings, it offered us an opportunity to bond.

We played kickball together, ate all our meals together, made s’mores at the bonfire together, worshipped together, prayed together, experienced underground church together, but my most favorite activity was our small group time together.

Our first evening there, we all sat in the warmly lit den and introduced ourselves.  Even still, we were mostly strangers.  While the guys roughhoused to break ice, we girls remained closer to those whom we were already acquainted.  It was the next day when we gathered for our small groups that the atmosphere of unfamiliarity ultimately melted away.


As our group of five sat by the lake, I was touched by each story from each uniquely beautiful young woman.  I marveled at God’s hand in instantly developing trust within our circle.

In a world where much remains shallow and untouched, it was encouraging to be enveloped by immediate love and acceptance.  We grew together as friends, offering our stories and empathizing with each hardship, trauma, success, and desire.

As the weekend came a close, we hugged and made promises to keep in touch.  Among prayers of discipleship and accountability partners, my highest prayer is that of growing in these friendships.  It is my hope that they extend far beyond our experience at the retreat.

I really felt God’s intimate love fold over the group that day, opening our hearts to being vulnerable.  He made strangers into friends, and more distinctly, He made us sisters in Christ.

Friday, November 26, 2010

His Only Son, His Only Daughter

How deep the Father’s love for us
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure

The echo of the evening news welcomed me as came home from a long day.

I dropped my purse on the bed, and stretched, craning my head toward the television.

That’s when I saw her.

My eyes focused on the face of my friend.  Megan looked beautiful, as always, and in the picture her arm was draped lovingly around another lovely young woman.  That woman’s name was Brittney.  The news continued and my shock grew.

As the camera panned across the lot of my old Greenbrook apartment, I listened sadly as the anchor talked about the Thanksgiving tragedy.


Edd tried desperately to resuscitate her.  Ignoring his own wound, he forged on, trying to save her.

It was a painful story to grasp.

He was wounded, hurting, but focus instead on his daughter.  He was a father laying down his life for his most prized love. 

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns His face away

The love of a father—unrelenting, unyielding.

The sacrifice of a father—ignoring his suffering.

To see the courage, devotion, and strength, all wrapped underneath a steel ribbon of love, is overwhelming.

If as humans our love flows so deeply, imagine the span and depth of God’s love.  It surrounds us.  It is an unrelenting and unyielding force so infinite that we cannot fully perceive its fortitude.

He gave His only Son for us.

He tries desperately to resuscitate us to His love, from His love.  He puts examples of that love everywhere around us.  I pray for those whose lives were taken that day and that He hold them now, showing them the love that only He can provide.


The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Laughter Light

When we first met, he was a customer and I was a teller.

It was a normal transaction on a normal day, and when he left the branch I thought nothing of it and continued on with my day-to-day life.

It was months later when God reintroduced us at Hope Church, where our friendship began.  From February to November, it has been a year of laughs, fellowship, serving, and loving God.

As we normally do when we’re running errands together, we talked about our walks with God.  To be a baby Christian in a sea of Christians years—light years—farther in their walks leaves us feeling intimidated, scared, and unworthy.  These are thoughts that have plagued me during the last few months.  Not fitting in has left me feeling alone and resentful.

As the conversation came to a close, Jon said, “We each have something to offer; we can’t all the geniuses in the group.”

His words held much truth.  It must have been God speaking through him, because what I witnessed that afternoon showed me the weight behind his message.

He recently resigned from the hospital.  We are both familiar with the discomfort that comes with leaving.  Coworkers may become unpleasant; relationships are strained.  The situation itself is tense.

We walked into the hospital on a mission to retrieve his belongings.  As we passed each former coworker, we were met with a warm smile.  When we reached his floor, his anxiety peaked.  He hadn’t seen his immediate coworkers since his impromptu departure, and he anticipated confrontation.

As the door closed behind us, we awaited the inevitable pitchforks.  I watched in awe as twenty people flocked around him.  Instead of burning torches, however, what I felt was sincere, immense love.  It was a love built on the immeasurable joy he had brought into their lives.  Their sadness emanated memories of laughter—a laughter that would disappear with their Sicilian counterpart.

An entire floor was unprepared and unwilling to see him leave.  Their time together with him had been quite a gift—it was obvious in their continuous hugs and well-wishes.  He brought laughter to the laughterless, joy to the joyless.  Jon is a light in a dark place, and no one wanted to see him leave.

As we walked away from the sad group, I was very thankful that I was not the one having to say good-bye to him that day.

We may not all be literary scholars or worldly geniuses or experienced jack-of-all-trades.  There is so much we won’t be, but it’s what we are that matters.  We all have something different and beautiful to offer the world.  We all have our own God-given gifts that are unique and special.  When we use them, we are a light to the world for God.

Jon really is a light to everyone he encounters.  I never anticipated that he would carve out such a special place in my heart, but am so thankful that God brought him into my life. 

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Donald Trumped Me

On a cold, wet Saturday morning a group of our friends met at Confederate Park to feed the homeless.

This was my first ever service project and I really didn’t know what to expect.

We woke up around 3:30 in the morning, and went to the church kitchen to help prepare sandwiches and coffee.  From there, we drove downtown to set up.  When we arrived, Scott darted off to Main Street to buy last minute supplies.  For a moment, I stood around unsure of how to help.  As I watched my friends set up the table, I truly wondered if my being there would really benefit anyone.


In spite of the weather, it was only seconds before many people gathered in line for food.  I greeted our homeless brothers and sisters as they assembled, but it was when Donald came upon the table that I really felt God’s presence.

His soft spirit is what touched me first.  Where we had set-up, the table was on the grass underneath a large tree.  Donald’s maroon, motorized wheel-chair buzzed up to where the grass met the sidewalk—the point where he could go no further.  He sat quietly observing the others in line for food.

“Can I get you something to eat?” I asked.

He nodded, seemingly unsure, and soon I returned with several sandwiches and water.  As he ate, I stood ready to fetch anything else he might need.

God truly blessed me that morning.  I have heard that when people serve or go on mission trips that they benefit more than the people they serve.  I didn’t quite understand until forty-five minutes later when I found myself still beside Donald.

We talked about his life; he had a stroke in 1999.  We talked of his family; his brother Herschel was also there at the park.  Lastly, we talked about God.

“You have friends, right?” he asked me.

“Yeah.”

“Well, you may have some great friends,” he nodded, “but God is the only friend who will never leave you.”

He made many significant points that morning, but it wasn’t long before I saw God’s primary purpose in bringing Donald and me together.  It wasn’t for him, but for me.

In the group, there is one individual at this moment that has hurt my feelings, leaving me feeling embittered.  When I noticed that person at the table, my feelings of virulence smothered my happy spirit.  Anger and resentment filled my heart.  However, I remained stoic—my change in heart unreadable to anyone else.  Hands clenched in my pockets, I turned my focus back to Donald.

It was what he said next that shocked me:

“Prayer is everything.  When you’re mad at someone, pray to God.  When Satan rises in you, pray.  Don’t ever forget to pray.”

As I fought with my own selfish feelings, he repeated himself five more times.  God could obviously see I wasn’t getting the message He was personally delivering.  I struggled within myself and finally—for the time being—let my anger dissipate. 

I cherished the remaining time we had together, listening intently to his messages.  It wasn’t much later that Herschel approached to collect his brother.  I told Donald how much I appreciated him and that he was truly my gift from God that day.

“Donald, I’ll pray for you,” I smiled.  “And pray for me, too, okay?” I patted his shoulder.

His genuine smile reached each corner of his cheeks, and as he turned away, moving farther down the street, I felt both a widening sadness and an immense gladness.  I may never see him again, but his words were an unforgettable gift—he was my gift.


On rainy days, I think of him now and remember the immensity of our God-divined talk, saying a prayer that God will continue to keep him safe.  I went downtown that morning questioning my ability to help, and never expecting instead someone to help me.  God is so wonderful and his gifts are a blessing in more ways than one.


Dear Lord, thank you so much for your gift that morning.  I hope Donald was helped as much as I was that day—and I thank you infinitely for letting me feel your powerful love.  Thank you for your message.  Thank you for Donald.  Please keep him safe and warm, and let him continue to feel your love.  You are a mighty God, and I love you.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Semester End

 Betty (leader) and Betty Ann (teacher)

Tonight my first semester of Bible study ended.

As I sat at our table listening to the older women, I felt such sadness in knowing we wouldn’t be meeting again until mid-January.

There are many women that I admire in this group.

One is from Franklin, Tennessee.  Her heart is so special.  She reminds me of my mother, but there is an endearing love that shines so brightly in her.  She doesn’t choose to argue or defend, but simply state and understand.

Another has friends who have just lost their son to a heart attack at 48 years old.  She is completely and utterly hilarious.  Such a grandmother figure!  She embraces me in such warm hugs and even though we don’t know each other well, she hugs me like she knows me—hugs me like I’m family.

Another lady told the story of her coming to God.  As she prepared for her baptism at 20 years old, her then-newlywed husband kept asking her why and giving her a hard time about it.  Finally, she said, “Listen, if I’m driving home tonight and I die, I want to know where I’m going!”  And with that, he was baptized on the same night she was.

Her friend laughed exasperatedly as she talked about her antagonist husband.  He, too, always asked why and for proof.  Our leader responded, “He was a pilot for Fedex, right?  At some point you just have to have faith!  He had to have faith that his plane was going to take off!”

Our leader is hilarious.  She is thoughtful and has a funny sense of humor.  My favorite moment of her is when we were talking about war, consequences, and punishments.  A woman laughed, “Hopefully He’s kinder now, right?”  She said, “Well, He’s God, and God doesn’t change, so…no.”  It was a funny moment, because it was true!

Another is a banker, and she is just as quirky and hilarious as the rest of them.  She makes the simplest remarks and I just die laughing.

It has been a great semester.  I remember at its very beginning the doubt I felt in signing up for it.  I am so glad that God gave me the push I needed.  I feel like I’ve learned so much and I am so anticipating the beginning of our next semester together.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Credited

I signed onto MySpace last night and found I had 28 unread messages.

I scanned through and deleted most, stopping when I saw an unread message sent May 4, 2010:


A few years ago I was with a man—or really, a boy, who was verbally and physically abusive, adulterous, and financially irresponsible.  Not only could he have killed me, but he crushed my ability to trust and dug a hole of debt in my name so deep I am still not free from it almost three years later.

I stared thoughtfully at the screen.  Ironic.  Charge back?  It seemed like a mere typo initially, but I felt a meaningful message behind its misprint.

I felt a sadness wash over me—but not a sadness related to regret or even nostalgia.  For me, there has never been a moment where I wish I could go back and change that relationship or anything that came from it.  Even though the entire episode was a sad one, God gave me gave me nothing He knew I couldn’t handle.

He wishes he could charge back the hands of time.  To charge would mean to debit or take away; to charge back would mean to credit or to return.  While I would never return, I would give credit. 

I would give credit to God.

The last four years have been a long four years.  Potentially crippling, but I have endeavored.  Through the strength that God has given me, I am still alive and realized some of the purpose behind the pain.

  • If I had not met my first boyfriend, I may not have moved to Memphis, the Bible Belt.
  • If I had not met my second boyfriend, I may not have started working at Regions and therefore wouldn’t have had the means to move out of his house, end the relationship, and begin living on my own.
  • If I had not dated the next, a practicing Jehovah’s Witness, I may not have realized how important my own religion is to me.
  • And if I had not dated the last I may not have been reintroduced to God or His importance in my life

All things work together for the greater good, and these relationships are what brought me back to God.  He mapped out my life in a way He knew I would find my way back to Him.

I prayed to God that this young man would find his way and be happy.  I prayed that he would find God again.  I prayed that God would fill his heart with Him in the way that only He has filled my heart.

His message served to remind me of where I once was and where I am now.  I can appreciate the beauty of where God has led me even more today with looking in on my past—from godless to God-full.  Thank you, God, for the reminder, and for always working to bring me closer to You.  To You I give the glory.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Opposided


I have always had a very clear and cut view of opposite sex friendships while dating.

I disconnect and severe most of them, and those that remain, remain topical.

Especially as we age, and the closer we become to marrying someone, I feel like it is a sign of disrespect when opposite sex friendships continue.  I feel like it devalues what you find special in your spouse.  An emotional bond is supposed to be singularly shared between you and your loved one.

I don’t know how other Christians feel.

I do know that I prefer to keep my friendships with men as superficial as possible – a hi, hello, weather, work related chats.

Another step I take is that when I meet a new couple I focus on the woman in the couple.  I choose not to overstep my bounds in any way even if I only know them because of the man.  That man is hers and I make it a point to show her I know that and there shouldn’t be a fear of me.


A Slow Boil by Melanie Chitwood

There's a familiar story about the best way to boil a frog—not something I can imagine needing to know, but it offers a good lesson. The story goes that if you put a frog in a pot of boiling water, his survival instincts will cause him immediately to detect the danger and he'll quickly jump out. On the other hand, if you put a frog in a pot of cool water and gradually turn the heat up to a boil, he won't recognize the threat until it's too late.

The lesson here for marriage is to be aware of gradual temperature increases. I've heard people say that an affair "just happened." That may be true in the sense that sexual sin often does not start with a blatantly willful act. A more accurate portrayal of marital infidelity would be to say that the attraction and "temperature" gradually increases the more you are around that person. In other words, affairs develop little by little.

A friendly conversation with a workmate moves to flirtatious comments. Perhaps you find yourself wondering if he finds you attractive. You look forward to your next conversation. Your talks move from chit-chat to more intimate emotional matters. The next step might be secret emails, texts, Facebook messages or phone calls. Then, like the boiling frog, you find yourself in the scalding waters of marital infidelity.

What are some safeguards you can establish to protect your marriage from gradual temperature increases? What can help you avoid being in situations that might cause you or your spouse to be tempted to be unfaithful? Here are a few suggestions:

·        Avoid one-on-one time with someone of the opposite sex. If work or ministry put you in this situation, limit the amount of time spent with the other person. Keep in public places. Keep your office door open.
·        Avoid friendships with other men, unless the friendship includes your husband. Be aware that many affairs begin as emotionally as a connection of the heart.
·        Be careful how you talk about your spouse and with whom you talk. Aim to always present your spouse in the best light. Be careful not to vent about him, especially to another man.
·        Give your spouse free access to your "technology." "No secrets" is a good rule of thumb when it comes to Facebook, texts, and emails.

Truthfully, I probably would have thought this devotion was pretty extreme when I had been married only a short time. So if you're thinking that, I understand. However, after nineteen years of marriage, after researching and writing about marriage for years, and after I've seen many Christian marriages fall apart because couples failed to take preventative measures, I assure you, this is wise.

Consider the ideas presented here, pray about this issue, talk to your spouse, and establish healthy safeguards for your marriage. And I pray you never find your relationship in the boiling pot of infidelity or divorce.

Tonight on his couch, I felt fully discomforted as I listened to my boyfriend chat with his old coworker.

With each laugh, each shared moment I felt growingly uncomfortable.  In my discomfort I googled Christian sites that touched on opposite sex friendships.  I found a checklist that is helpful in determining the integrity or threat of an opposite sex friend.

If you have ever wondered whether or not your close opposite-sex friendship poses a potential threat to your relationship take a few moments to answer the questions below. Read each question and then quickly and honestly record the first answer that comes to mind.

1.       Is your spouse unaware of your opposite-sex friendship?
□ yes
□ no
2.       Would you ever behave differently around your friend if your spouse were present?
□ yes
□ no
3.       Would you feel uncomfortable if your spouse had the same quality of friendship with someone of the opposite sex?
□ yes
□ no
4.       Do you prefer to spend time alone with your opposite-sex friend rather than in a group setting?
□ yes
□ no
5.       Are you physically and/or emotionally attracted to your friend?
□ yes
□ no
6.       Is your friend someone you would consider dating if you were single?
□ yes
□ no
7.       Have you ever entertained romantic fantasies about your friend?
□ yes
□ no
8.       Do you ever compare your spouse to your friend?
□ yes
□ no
9.       Do you think about sharing important news with your friend before your spouse?
□ yes
□ no
10.    Do you and your friend ever exchange highly personal details about your lives or complain about your marriages to each other?
□ yes
□ no
11.    Do you often reference or talk about your friend with others?
□ yes
□ no
12.    Has your spouse ever expressed concern about your friendship?
□ yes
□ no
13.    Is your relationship with your friend ever a source of tension or conflict between you and your spouse?
□ yes
□ no
14.    Have you ever ignored or minimized your spouse’s requests to end or modify the relationship with your friend?
□ yes
□ no
15.    Have you ever deceived or misled your spouse about matters concerning your friendship?
□ yes
□ no
16.    Has anyone other than your spouse ever cautioned you about your opposite-sex friendship?
□ yes
□ no
17.    Do you do things with your friend that your spouse is unwilling or uninterested in doing?
□ yes
□ no
18.    Does your friend fulfill needs that you wish your spouse would meet?
□ yes
□ no
19.    Do you have unexpressed or unresolved anger toward your spouse?
□ yes
□ no
20.    Does your marriage lack intimacy?
□ yes
□ no

If you answered, “yes” to one or more of the questions above, your opposite-sex friendship poses a real threat to the quality of your relationship. It may be in the best interest of your relationship to either significantly limit or actually end your close friendship. Be completely honest with yourself and your spouse and pray that God will give you the wisdom, discernment and courage to do what is best!

It is possible for married people to have healthy opposite-sex friendships. However, special consideration must be given to a number of factors that, if ignored, can potentially serve to threaten your relationship and seriously compromise your relationship with God. If you desire to make or keep your marriage strong, here are some tips for managing opposite-sex friendships in your life.

·        Make your relationship with Jesus Christ your number one priority in life.
·        Develop and consistently nurture a “best friend” relationship with your spouse.
·        Develop and consistently nurture close same-sex friendships.
·        Make sure your spouse knows your friend and is completely comfortable with the type and level of interaction you have with them.
·        Honor your spouse’s wishes concerning your friendship—even if it means ending it.
·        Avoid establishing close friendships with opposite sex singles.
·        Avoid close opposite-sex friendships if you are struggling in your marriage relationship.
·        Address unmet needs and unresolved anger in your marriage in an open, honest and timely fashion.
·        Demonstrate a God-honoring character in all your relationships.

Each friendship needs to be examined individually, I know.  In this unsure and confusing age of twenty-somethings, it helps to have guidelines.

It’s not something with which I feel comfortable, so I will pray for my relationship and especially me.

God, please change his heart or open his eyes to see how opposite sex friendships make me feel.  Please change my heart and open it up to trust him.  Let me see the integrity in the friendship.  Please stay in my heart and let me focus on You as well, and find comfort in knowing that if he loves You and follows You that I do not have to focus on his fidelity.  Please let me think about him and his feelings, and please let him think about my feelings.  Let us both work as a team to honor each other and honor You, our Lord.


Above all else, guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life (Proverbs 4:23).

Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy— think about such things (Philippians 4:8).

My son, preserve sound judgment and discernment, do not let them out of your sight; they will be life for you, an ornament to grace your neck. Then you will go on your way in safety, and your foot will not stumble (Proverbs 3:21-23).