Friday, April 19, 2013

If I am gone tomorrow what memory will I leave behind?



The other day I shared something personal with a friend and I told her, “I don’t just decide to write these things down. Something triggers my mind and touches my heart and I go to the computer and type them down. Usually I feel I want to share them with (most of the time, anybody, everybody) because I think if I share with them it might be just the thing they needed for someone to say.
I remember a friend, no an acquaintance on FB, her name was Lillian Harrison.  She has gone to be with the Lord now and I thought about my short relationship with her through posts on FB and playing Farm Town.  I cannot believe I ever found time to play that game but I did enjoy it while I played and I feel it had a purpose.  That purpose being I met many people I would have never met and made them friends on FB.  Some have touched my life so deeply it amazes me that complete strangers can have that affect.
What I recall about Lillian Harrison is that she shared her sorrows, her joys and her fears and was able to do it with such short posts.  I will always remember her for having the same name as me but also for having a tiny bit of similar nature to mine.  We never made a close relationship just two ships that passed through the water on Face Book.
My thoughts this morning have been bursting at the seams.  I need people, I love people and I want to be loved by people.  It is that simple.  I do feel I have a purpose in this life and my regret is that I was such a late bloomer in being able to completely give myself to fulfilling that purpose.  Each of us have this same purpose, it was what we were born for.  Glorify God.  This morning I read a verse in John where Jesus was referring to himself and His father and the first part of His statement seemed to glare from the page at me.  “He that speaketh of himself, seeketh his own glory.”  John 7:18.
I am so very thankful that God is the discerner of our hearts and our motives.  I must confess to you that I went to Him in prayer and asked that He would prevent me from crossing that fine line.  I want to be a witness for Him and not an actress on a stage begging the crowd to look and applaud for me. 
If I am gone tomorrow, I want to be remembered for sharing my life, my relationships with people, my love for people, and my God with all who would see fit to read or listen, but I don’t want to be remembered for having been a seeker of self-satisfaction.  I have needs to be loved and accepted and boy can I ever rebel at being rejected.  You see this is the way I am wired.  I am outgoing, I speak before I think, I love passionately, I too many times want to fix things because I feel my way is the only way to fix them and I have come to realize that is a lie straight from hell and I fight it every day of my life, because it is my sin nature. 
I am quick to judge, fairly quick to be angry, really quick to be frustrated and act in anger, and quick to forgive as well.  I have spent a lot of time studying my faults and I have found false pride to be right there on the top of the list, as I am confessing my faults.  God has a list of things He hates and that is on the top of His list.  I bow my face to the ground in shame for this one and realize this is where we must take up our cross daily and follow Him.
I read the posts and see the posters and wish they would just share themselves with me and this morning I realized, they did.  The posters and posts are what appeals to their nature.  It is what shows their needs and if I would just study them I could see that person and what they feel and know if or how I must respond.  Everyone cannot be willing to share their thoughts all the time.
I deleted a friend, an acquaintance, that I had really enjoyed some of her posts.  I have been asking myself, since then, what was my real motive.  Did I do it because others would see my newsfeed and think that I admired or condoned those posts?  I told myself, I have no influence over her to change her and again this morning, it came to me.  “You never had any chance to influence her in the first place.”  Oh! When will I be able to see the difference in being loyal to the Lord and what He has taught me as truth and righteousness and judging another’s heart.”  And realizing that only God convicts hearts of right and wrong.
Where is the fine line from having posts fly in the face of God and my loyalty to Him and keeping my eyes from watching or seeing things I know I am not to see or watch, begin and end?  How are we to be in the world but not part of the world?  How can Jesus show Himself through us to others if we delete them?
I do not respond to so many posts now because I know that it is the Lord that must speak and correct and not me.  I just have to worry about me and what I say and what message I send.  I cannot answer for another and thank God that He does not hold me accountable to anyone other than me, because that is more than I can handle anyway.
How can I trust in God if I do not believe every word He gave to me in the Old and New Testament as fact and truth? I already know I can never fully understand all that is recorded in the Word of God.  However, I want to study and when He sees fit He will make me understand what I am to know.  He is the potter and I am the clay and He is God and there is none other like Him, and He can do what He wants to because He is the creator, Savior and Almighty God.  He is sovereign and that is all I am to understand and believe and trust in.  The older I get the more questions I have, but one thing I believe with all my heart and soul is the fact God is love, God is Just, God is Truth, and God is the way and there is no other way.  And when I get to heaven I will understand it all and will be justified because I chose to believe and trust in the one that saved me from my sin and His righteousness will be all that counts.  Hallelujah…….

Friday, April 12, 2013

As I washed her boots!

As I washed her boots I was thinking.  She will slip them on and run outside rain or shine and sooner than later they will be caked with mud once more.  Did I wash my children's shoes?  Did I care if they looked perfect when they left home for school or the store?  Did I spend time fixing their hair with care and standing back and thinking how neat and pretty you look?

Our early memories are not always as we remember them.  They vastly change according to our nature as well as our needs.  I remember sewing the stretch and sew shirts and shorts and standing outside the door of the local rag shop and fighting to get the scraps for $.50- $1.00 a bag for the knit cloth to make them with.

I have photos to prove I made Easter dresses, decked them out in little hats and new shoes at least once.  When they were small, we always had Easter egg hunts around the house, Christmas was a big thing with a tree trimmed and a big dinner.  Halloween was a time when we had hay rides as they got older and I do know that was mostly because Carol got that together and her daddy and I prepared the way for her.

I rode the rides with the older two kids while Eddie rode the Merry go round with Carol at Six Flags.  We slid down the hills on card board boxes in the snow and we played in the lake during the summer and learned how to ski.  You see I know these were real memories because I have photos to prove them.  So many times when the kids come together I am told about things I did that I don't remember that way.  Some are funny while others are condemning and I wonder.  Will she remember I washed her boots?  Will she remember I wanted to fix her hair and she refused?  And the dresses I provided that she hated?  Will she remember love or condemnation for not seeing things my way?  Will she remember the day I danced in the rain and sang praises to the Lord while they swam in the pool and watched?  Will she remember the Sunday School lessons, the rides to church, the bible stories we read to her?  Or will she remember the grouchy old woman with the short fuse too many times to my shame.  Will she remember "You are my sunshine, my lovely sunshine, you make me happy all the day long?"  Does Jesse, Jamie, Shawn and Tasha remember my song I crooned to them as I rocked them?  Jesse, Jesse, MeeMaw's boy, you are MeeMaws greatest joy, in the morning, in the morning. And as the children came each name filled the beginning of the song.  Each child reacted differently.  Jamie squirmed, Shawn just stared at me and Tasha was older before I got to have her due to not being a bottle baby.  But they all would cuddle down and go to sleep as I sang and rocked.  Such sweet memories I have. 

Alex was born in a time of life when there was time to revolve around her.  She was like the sun and she shined and we revolved around her.  We protected her from what we thought was danger.  We loved her with unconditional insurmountable love.  My life totally changed and I became more of a mother, staying home while Eddie traveled for jobs, sitting and caring for her while he helped build the church at Antioch and anything that before I had helped with became a thing of the past.  We had a baby and we adored her.

As I washed her boots I was just thinking.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Living He Loved me, Dying He Saved me,

This morning in study time with the Lord, the Word came alive.   The commentary in the bottom of the bible stated that this is truly the Lord's prayer.  It was so humbling and over whelming, with His words and His love that of course it needed to be shared with all who would listen.
 
We could do nothing, yet He died to save us.  The Father gave us to Jesus or we could not have come to Him.  We have nothing to offer Him nor any power to receive what He had for us, yet He freely gave His life on Calvary's tree and rose again that we might have eternal life. As Jesus prayed this prayer, it was recorded by John which makes me think he must have heard the prayer.  Can you imagine how those disciples felt as Jesus talks to the Father concerning them as well as those of us who would later believe on Him?   And this brought to mind the song by Casting Crowns 
 
"Living He Loved me, dying He Saved me."  Only the Holy Spirit can reveal these things to those that have received Jesus as their Savior.  Once again a reminder that we are so very blessed in our Savior's love.  And for me it was so very personal this morning and I was humbled and overwhelmed by His love.
 
The New International Version  John 17
1 After Jesus said this, he looked toward heaven and prayed: “Father, the time has come. Glorify your Son, that your Son may glorify you.
2 For you granted him authority over all people that he might give eternal life to all those you have given him.
3 Now this is eternal life: that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom you have sent.
4 I have brought you glory on earth by completing the work you gave me to do.
5 And now, Father, glorify me in your presence with the glory I had with you before the world began.
6 “I have revealed you to those whom you gave me out of the world. They were yours; you gave them to me and they have obeyed your word.
7 Now they know that everything you have given me comes from you.
8 For I gave them the words you gave me and they accepted them. They knew with certainty that I came from you, and they believed that you sent me.
9 I pray for them. I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are yours.
10 All I have is yours, and all you have is mine. And glory has come to me through them.
11 I will remain in the world no longer, but they are still in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name—the name you gave me—so that they may be one as we are one.
12 While I was with them, I protected them and kept them safe by that name you gave me. None has been lost except the one doomed to destruction so that Scripture would be fulfilled.
13 “I am coming to you now, but I say these things while I am still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them.
14 I have given them your word and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world.
15 My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one.
16 They are not of the world, even as I am not of it.
17 Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.
18 As you sent me into the world, I have sent them into the world.
19 For them I sanctify myself, that they too may be truly sanctified.
20 “My prayer is not for them alone. I pray also for those who will believe in me through their message,
21 that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they also be in us so that the world may believe that you have sent me.
22 I have given them the glory that you gave me, that they may be one as we are one:
23 I in them and you in me. May they be brought to complete unity to let the world know that you sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.
24 “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.
25 “Righteous Father, though the world does not know you, I know you, and they know that you have sent me.
26 I have made you known to them, and will continue to make you known in order that the love you have for me may be in them and that I myself may be in them.

"One day when Heaven was filled with His praises
One day when sin was as black as could be Jesus came forth to be born of a Virgin
Dwelt among men, my example is He
Word became flesh and the light shined among us
His glory to be revealed

Living, He loved me, dying He saved me
Buried He carried my sins far away
Rising He justified freely forever
One day He’s coming O glorious day

One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain
One day they nailed Him to die on a tree
Suffered anguish, despised and rejected
Bearing my sins, my Redeemer is He
Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree
And took the nails for me

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose over death He had conquered
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore

Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him
From rising again
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming
One day the skies will with His glory will shine
Wonderful day, my beloved one bringing  My Savior, Jesus is mine."

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